Wow, it seems like forever since we've been here, yes? Well, how about a general shout out to say just how much I love you all so very much for reading my stories! It's a lot...the amount of love...any who...

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Chapter Six:

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The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the newlyweds to a huge, cream colored room. The large, king sized bed sat in the center of the far off wall, it's plush sheets inviting them closer. Sherlock carried her in his arms over to it, playfully dropping her on the mattress. Molly giggled as he frantically tugged his tie off, throwing the thin purple strip of fabric across the dress bunched up in a ruffled mess around her, and Sherlock stood up, his eyes soaking in her appearance. Molly's eyes filled with mirth as she gazed up at her new husband. They had been together before, on several occasions. Yet this was different. It was new, exciting. Far more intimate.

''Molly, as lovely as that dress is, I have a feeling we won't be needing it for the remainder of our time here.'' He said with a raised brow. Molly bit her lower lip, and sat up a bit. She pulled him closer by the tails of his tuxedo coat, until he stood pressed into her.

''Maybe you should help me out of it then.'' She whispered, her concentration clearly drawn to pulling his trousers off. He chuckled darkly, before leaning over her to pull the zipper down. Meanwhile, he nipped on her neck, drawing forth sighs from his lovely bride. He pulled the garment down from her shoulders, and Molly lifted her hips up, allowing him to slide the dress off completely. She now sat there, clad in her white, lacy undergarments. Sherlock licked his lips like a hungry feline. He shrugged off the suit coat, allowing it to fall to the floor. The buttons of his crisp dress shirt came next, as Molly quite forcefully ripped open the garment. A button snapped off, falling somewhere in the sheets.

''Get over here, Mr. Holmes.'' She said with a seductive smirk. Sherlock's pupils dilated completely at her tone, and found himself obeying without hesitation. His pants slid off his legs as he crawled onto the bed. Molly pulled him on top of her by his hair, causing the detective to moan quite loudly. His breath came out in dark rolls, a mix between purrs like a house cat, and growls like something much wilder. She pulled him in for a deep kiss.

''Molly Holmes, I fully intend on keeping you in this room until we are both thoroughly spent.'' His voice said in a deep husky tone into her ear. Molly's eyes rolled back in her head from the sound alone, aided by the amazing things he had started doing with his mouth. He ran his tongue skillfully down the side of her neck, as if taking her pulse with it. His teeth grazed her flesh lightly, surfing down the plains of her curves, until he reached her still covered breasts. He picked her up, and delicately undid each clasp with his long fingers. Molly sighed into his shoulder as she held onto him. Once the obstacle was removed, he laid her back again.

''Oh!" She let out a surprised peep as his mouth found its way to one of her taut nipples. Sherlock teasingly licked across it, before taking the larger section in his mouth. Molly grappled for something to anchor herself to, the overwhelming sensation coursing through her. She could feel his breath picking up in pace as he worked her breasts to her pleasure. Soon, she felt him moving on, further down her torso. Sherlock planted kisses and love bites all along her stomach, and finally reached her pelvic bone. Molly propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him curiously.

''Do you remember, the very first time we almost...'' his deep voice asked. Molly tilted her head to watch him. His eyes seemed to be soaking in her skin, like he was memorizing each and every pore. She nodded at the memory. Suddenly, Molly was on her back again. She could feel his hands on each of her inner thighs, spreading her open for him. Molly moaned as she felt a long finger hook around the lace material guarding her entrance. His breath blew gently across her sensitive skin as he spoke.

''I've been aiming for this ever since. Yet, I keep getting distracted. Or interrupted.'' His voice said from somewhere she couldn't see. Then, she raked her hands through his hair as his tongue dashed out across the pink flesh. Molly's gasp of pleasure took her by surprise, and she dropped further into the mattress. Sherlock sucked gently on her, his tongue brushing over her in the most brilliant of ways. Molly was unwinding, he could feel. Her voice moaned out in ecstasy, her breath hitching in her throat. She barely even noticed the absence of his mouth as he ripped off her thin underwear. Soon, he returned to doting upon her with more force than before. A long, slender arm reached above her head, as Molly tried anchoring herself to the bed itself. Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, while her other and gripped Sherlock's tangled mess of hair. Sherlock continued to feast upon her flesh, moaning gruffly against her. He felt her legs wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in. His smile grew as he chuckled against her. The vibrations sent a wave across her tender nerves.

''Oh, Sherlock!" She exclaimed, her dam breaking. She all but sank into the plush comfort of the bed, allowing her breath to slowly return to normal. Molly opened her eyes, to find a mischievous grin spread over Sherlock's face. She chuckled, her laugh coming out in airy trills. With a hand, she pulled him down to her, stealing a kiss from him. The detective found himself distracted again, enough so that he didn't catch her hand from running over his length between them. In the time during the kiss, Molly had also managed to roll them over, so she now lay across his chest.

Molly copied his actions, as she slowly kissed down his chest. He wrapped a hand through her soft hair, lightly massaging her scalp. Molly felt up his hardening muscle, resulting in a restrained moan from her husband. She gleamed a sly smile at him, before wrapping her hand around him. Another low groan, followed by increasingly shorter breaths. Molly knew she would soon have him begging for release.

''You're quite...skilled, doctor.'' He managed, his head slowly slipping back. Molly took the time to straddle his hips, and pulled his head back up to hers.

''That's enough out of you.'' She said with a grin, before kissing him hard. Her hand still pumped up and down, and Sherlock was soon hissing out pained breaths. His hands wrapped around her hips and forced her to grind against him. It was Molly who moaned this time. Her hand tightened in his hair, and the grip around him in her other hand loosened enough for Sherlock to take control once more.

With a quick movement, Sherlock had pulled Molly's hand to his chest and pushed into her center. Her head fell back as she grasped onto him. She slowly pushed herself up, before dropping her pelvis back down. Sherlock pulled her flush against him, before laying back into the bed's mattress. His hands returned to her hips, and he began to move her. Molly let out a variety of moans and sighs, each one immediately surging Sherlock to try and make them repeat. Her fingernails dug lightly into his flesh, leaving crescent shaped lines in his shoulder and neck. His own voice bounced off the walls in the large room in low, thunder-like booms of pleasure. They moved faster now, each of the couple reaching the end of their rope.

''Mmm, Sherlock! I'm almost...I...Oh, God.'' Molly gasped with delight as he drove faster into her now. He felt her muscles clench tight around him, siphoning his own climax from him. The usually reserved man lost his nerve as they finished together. He now rubbed gentle circles along her spine with his fingers, and felt her breath steady. Sweat clung to them in tiny beads, each one feeling strangely cool and warm all at the same time.

''Well, what do you think, Mr. Holmes?" Are you 'thoroughly spent' yet?" Molly asked into his chest after awhile. Her voice was coy, while all the while completely sexual in tone. She could hear his heart pumping at a normal speed again, and his voice rattling through his chest cavity.

''Not hardly.'' He spoke with all the spark of his regular voice. Molly giggled as she looked up to him, and he flipped them back over.

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Well, I can't exactly give away all the details of their honeymoon! Lol. It's a private affair, let's just say the two have a very um...broad range of likes with each other. Leave a comment, tell me what you thought. See you tomorrow! Or whenever the next chapter is done. Sadly, I'm running a bit behind. Stupid life, always interrupting me when I'd much rather write. Psh. Love you all!