And here is part three!

So what do you think is going to happen now, eh?

*wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

If you know me at all, I think you have a pretty good idea ;)

Read on my lovelies!

Part Three

Sherlock woke the next morning with his body pressed into the curve of Molly's. They were spooning! For a brief moment he was horrified by the thought that he was participating in such a banal activity, then realised that he rather liked the way she felt against him. Not to mention that her bum was in direct line with his cock, which was both hard and aching. It was clear to him that what they had done the night before hadn't remotely sated his lust, if anything it had merely wetted his appetite.

For a few moments he watched the rise and fall of her breathing. He nuzzled the back of her neck with his nose, breathing in the scent of her. His cock throbbed, it clearly not letting up on the fact that it wanted nothing more than to be buried deep within the slick heat of her.

"Fuck," he muttered beneath his breath. When had he become such a sexual beast?

Leaning his head back slightly, he ever so slowly slipped his hand beneath her t-shirt, tenderly, lightly stroking her skin. She made a soft noise in response, but didn't wake. He moved his hand up further, not stopping until he reached the underside of her breast, brushing the tip of his thumb across it, featherlight.

"Sherlock!" she suddenly giggled out his name, which oddly enough sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "What are you doing?" She was now very wide awake.

"Gathering data," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, his hand continuing its exploration. He cupped her breast, circling her nipple with his fingertip, becoming fascinated as he felt it pebble from his ministrations.

"Oh? What happened to us taking things slow?" she questioned, shifting slightly. Her bum brushed against his cock, making it twitch.

"Fuck taking things slow," he growled out. "We've been taking things far too slowly for years!"

"Oh thank God!" she cried before twisting around so that she could throw her arms about his neck. She kissed him deeply, catching him off-guard.

He quickly regained his mental fortitude and kissed her back, pulling her tightly against him. He grabbed at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it upwards, she did the same with his, both of them breaking the kiss as the same time so that they could each remove their shirts. They kissed once more, Sherlock groaning into her mouth as Molly's breasts became pressed against his chest. The sensation was glorious.

Rolling her onto her back, he placed his hands onto her hips and tugged at her pyjama bottoms. He broke apart their kiss, settling himself onto his knees. She looked up at him with a wide smile as she raised her hips. He tugged down her bottoms, not stopping until he was able to pull them off completely, tossing them to the side. She now lay naked before him.

Her heart was pounding, and her hands fluttered at her sides as she fought back the desire to cover herself. But as she continued to lay there, watching him drink in the sight of her, she felt a thrill surge through her veins. The look on his face was one of awe, as if he was viewing the most incredible case he had ever been asked to solve.

Just as she was about to speak he moved like a lithe cat, covering her body with his own. She moaned softly, silently cursing the fact that he still had his pyjama bottoms on. He kissed her sweetly, cupping the side of her face in his hand.

"You're beautiful Molly," he murmured to her.

She smiled against his lips. "Does this mean you no longer think of the body as merely transport?"

"When it comes to your body, absolutely not, you are so much more."

He smoothed his hand downwards, brushing against her breast and over her stomach, not stopping until he reached the apex between her legs. His fingers easily slipped between her folds, she was already so wet. He watched with bated breath as her eyes fell closed, her lips parting as he gently stroked her clit, before moving his fingertips downwards to circle her centre. She mewled as he gathered up her moisture and slid his finger back up to caress her clit.

"Will you allow me to taste you Molly?" he asked quietly.

She moaned in response, rolling her hips. He pressed a kiss to her jawline, then on her neck, then her clavicle before continuing downwards. He brushed his lips across each nipple, making a mental note to give her breasts the attention they deserved, later, right now he needed to find out how she tasted and felt beneath his tongue.

He kissed his way across her stomach, all the while continuing to idly stroke her. She was whimpering in anticipation, certain that the moment he put his mouth on her she would come. He placed his hands on her thighs, gently easing her legs further apart, and the scent of her washed over him.

She was pink and glorious and shining with her arousal. He found his mouth watering. With one quick glance up at her, he was pleased to see that her eyes were squeezed shut, he dropped his mouth down and took her clit between his lips.

"YES!" she cried, burying her hands in his hair. "Oh fuck yes!"

He continued to suckle and lick at her tender nub, using her noises as a guide, and the tightening of her fingers in his curls. She tasted delicious, so silky smooth beneath his tongue. Slowly he slid his finger into her opening, gently stroking her with it.

"Oh oh! Fuck! Oh!" she moaned, her hips rolling with his movements.

He added a second finger and within moments she was crying out, her walls clamping down on his fingers. He continued to gently lick her clit until she gave his curls a rather harsh tug. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand. He looked up at her, pleased to see that her face was slightly flushed, and her breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Her nipples were taut, and just begging to be taken between his lips.

Ever so gently he removed his fingers from her, but instead of licking them clean he brought his hand up to her breast, and painted her nipple with her juices. She whimpered as he did this. He moved his hand down to gather more wetness before he coated her other breast. Once they were both glistening, and she was practically writhing, he brought himself up and latched onto her skin, suckling at the tender flesh. He groaned as he tasted her breast and juices combined.

"Oh fuck Sherlock!" she mewled, as he switched breasts. "You're going to make me come again!"

He practically preened at the thought that he was capable of bringing her to such heights. Covering her left breast with his hand, he kneaded the flesh as he bit down on her nipple. She cried out, her back arching as her entire body trembled. She collapsed down onto the bed, a shiver coursing through her. He released her breast, it bouncing slightly, and smiled at her.

"Christ Sherlock, that's never happened to me before!" she gasped, practically breathless.

This time he did preen, feeling rather smug.

She reached up for him. "C'mere you brilliant man."

Before doing so he pulled off his pyjamas bottoms, tossing them over his shoulder, making her laugh outright. He stretched himself over her and she pulled him down, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. Both of them moaned as they became skin to skin.

She could taste herself on his tongue, it increasing her arousal. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of being filled by his cock, but first she needed to taste him as he had tasted her. Not breaking the kiss, she moved her hands to his shoulders and gave them a gentle push, when he didn't respond she did it again. This time he did respond, by pulling away from her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a look of concern on his face.

"Nothing at all," she assured him. "I just want you on your back." She gave his lips a tender kiss.

"Oh," he mumbled. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

Her legs fell onto either side of his hips, her breasts pressed against his chest. She gave a hum of delight, her nipples still sensitive from his previous attentions. He cupped the back of her head in his hand and kissed her once more, his other hand moving downwards to her bum. He pinched her flesh, and she let out a soft yelp against his lips. He chuckled as she pulled away, he was smiling at her. She peered down at him for a moment, then smirked wickedly.

"You're not the only that has a talented tongue!" she declared.

"Is that so?"

"Oh yes."

Tilting forward she licked a stripe down the length of his neck, stopping for a moment to nibble at the spot where neck met shoulder. She continued downwards alternating between nibbling and licking as she moved across his chest. Upon reaching his nipple she took it between her lips and sucked, before rolling her tongue across and around it.

"Ohhhh!" Sherlock gasped, fighting back a groan. He hadn't any idea that that could feel so good.

She switched to his other nipple, giving it the same attention before she continued her travels downwards, tenderly stroking with her hands while placing soft kisses against his scars. Upon reaching his right hipbone, she nibbled at the skin there, side-eyeing his very prominent erection. She had positioned herself so that she hadn't brushed against him in any way, and it looked as if his cock was practically pulsing, desperate for some form of release.

She glanced briefly up at him, his eyes were closed and he was biting down on his lip in anticipation, his chest heaving slightly. A thrill coursed through her body at the sight, the least she could do was give him exactly what he wanted. Moving into position, her mouth just hovering over the swollen and leaking head of his cock, she softly whispered his name, her breath dancing across his length. His cock gave a very prominent twitch as his eyes popped open, and she smiled up at him.

"I want you to watch," she said to him.

He swallowed thickly, taking in a shaky breath.

She gently placed her hands on the tops of his thighs. "Are you ready?" she asked.

He nodded, raising his head, and she smiled again. Not taking her eyes from his she watched as he watched her take the tip of his cock between her lips and give it a suckle, swirling her tongue around it.

"Fuuuuuucccckkkkkkkk!" he hissed out, dropping his head back onto the pillow.

She took in more of him, switching from licking to sucking. He was groaning, his hips rolling uncontrollably. But when she cupped his balls in her hand and gave them a tender squeeze, he gasped.

"Molly stop, please."

She released him, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

He nodded and reached out for her. She moved up and he took her into his arms, he laid on his side, tucking his face into the curve of her neck.

"Was it too much? Too overwhelming?" she asked softly.

He shook his head. "No. I just wasn't going to last, and I don't want that to happen until I'm inside of you."

"Ohhh…"

She held him, waiting until he was ready. After a few a moments he nuzzled her throat, then leaned back so that he could kiss her. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

"I want you to be in control," he said to her.

She stared down at him, surprised. "O-ok."

He smiled, then frowned slightly. "I'm clean, Molly."

She placed her hand over his heart, knowing that what he had just said had a double meaning. "I know." She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his chest, and their lips met in a tender kiss.

He cupped her bum, tenderly stroking her skin. He could feel the heat of her, it making his cock throb, he was desperate to be buried deep within her. And he was certain that her own body was aching as well. When she suddenly moved off of him, he made a small noise of disappointment. She smirked cheekily.

"Just a moment!" she said.

He watched as she reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a condom. She held it up with a flourish, moving back over to him on her knees. A brief image flashed through his mind, the very sight of her on her knees, facing away from him as he took her from behind. CHRIST! His cock twitched. Her smirk widened as she opened the foil package.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she said with a chuckle.

"Mmmmm …. I'll show you them … later." He shifted in impatience.

"Ohhhh … I look forward to that!"

"Molly!" he hissed out.

She bit down on her bottom lip, gently handling the rubber. "Sorry …" She straddled his legs, and ever so slowly rolled the condom onto his shaft.

He groaned, clutching at the sheet. Once it was fully on she gave the head of his cock a quick kiss, before moving up to straddle his hips.

"Ready?" she asked him.

He opened his eyes, which he hadn't even realised he had closed, and looked at her. He was certain she had never looked so beautiful. He took in a shaky breath and nodded, watching as she reached beneath her, clasped his cock in her hand and positioned him at her entrance. Oh, he could feel the heat of her!

Their bodies made contact and the head of his cock slipped in. Even with the thin barrier of the condom, he could feel how wet and warm she was. His mouth formed a perfect 'o' as she slowly sank down onto him, encasing him entirely in her wet heat.

"Mmmmmm!" she threw her head back, rocking her hips slightly as she adjusted to his girth. She then opened her eyes and looked down just as she began to ride him, slowly.

He held tightly onto her, unable to keep himself from groaning repeatedly. She felt so good, so tight. Suddenly she quickened her pace, letting out a low moan as she tilted forward and placed her hands on his chest.

"Fuck." He planted his feet on the bed and began to thrust up into her.

Her eyes briefly widened in shock, then fluttered closed as their bodies became synced, moving perfectly together. "Oh fuck," she whimpered.

He glanced down at where they were joined and watched as with each of his thrusts his pelvis made direct contact with her clit. He knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

"Oh I love you, I love you, I love you!" she moaned as she continued to ride his cock.

"Love-!" The rest of his words were cut off as she suddenly swivelled her hips from side to side, changing the sensation entirely. She was smiling down at him, wickedly. He dug his fingers into her bum, smiling when she gave a faint yelp of surprise. "Love you too!" he at last managed to say.

She leaned further forward, placing her hands on either side of his head so that she could kiss him. Their bodies rocked together, and when he felt her walls tighten around his cock he broke apart their kiss so that he could watch her as she came.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes squeezed shut, and she wailed his name. He continued to thrust, even though she had stilled her movements, wanting to drag out her orgasm.

"Oh Sherlock!" Her eyes opened and met his. "You feel so good!"

He was close, he could feel it in his lower back.

"Fuck me, Sherlock."

Without missing a single thrust he switched their positions, rolling her beneath him.

"Mmmm, that's it!" she encouraged, as he thrust into her deeply.

"Molly!" he groaned, filling her with his length.

She raised her legs, squeezing his hips with her thighs, and when she reached down and grabbed his arse, he bit out a curse. He latched onto her nipple, sucking on it hard as he continued to thrust, feeling his completion nearing.

"I. Love. You." He emphasized each word with a solid thrust, his orgasm washing over him as he spoke the last word. "MOLLY!" His hips stuttered, and she pulled him to her, cradling him against her body as his muscles gave way. He breathed against her, never having felt quite so euphoric. Why had he wasted so many years, when he could have been sharing this bliss with her?

He nuzzled her breast then suddenly realized that he was lying with his full weight on top of her. "Sorry," he mumbled as he rolled off.

"S'fine," she said.

He felt the the condom began to slip from his softening cock. He took it off and knotted it, before sitting up.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To throw this away," he answered.

"Just put it in a tissue, I don't want you to go."

He stopped his movements when he noticed how small her voice sounded. He turned around to face her. "I'm not going to leave."

"Good."

He smiled then grabbed a tissue from the nearby box, wrapping the used condom up in it. He tossed it to the floor and stretched himself out beside her.

"I'm an idiot Molly."

She raised her eyebrows. "You are?"

"Yes." He moved closer, slipping his arm over her stomach. He pressed his lips to hers in a long and languid kiss.

She sighed into the kiss, turning her body so that she was pressed against him. No other words were spoken for quite some time, both of them sharing in kisses and caresses, basking in their afterglow. When they did at last part, curling up together beneath the blanket, Sherlock resumed the conversation as if there hadn't been a pause.

"I am an idiot," he said, touching his forehead to hers.

She laughed softly. "No you're not." She brushed her thumb over his cheekbone.

"Oh but I am," he insisted.

"What makes you think that you are?"

"You."

Her brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"I'm an idiot because I allowed myself to ignore my feelings for you, for years. When instead, we could have been doing this …" he rolled his hips against hers for emphasis.

She smiled. "The timing just wasn't right."

He frowned. "And it is now?"

She shrugged, crossing her arms behind his neck. "I guess so."

He became briefly distracted by the fact that her nipples were now touching his chest. He smoothed his hands up her back, pressing her closer to him. "I think you're correct," he said. "The timing wasn't right. I would have made you miserable. We probably wouldn't have lasted. Now I'm far more …" he hesitated, looking away from her.

"Human?" she offered.

He raised his eyes to meet hers, noting their cheeky twinkle. "Yes, I suppose so," he agreed.

"You've always been human Sherlock … I always knew that you had a heart." She gave his lips a gentle kiss. "I was never going to give up on you."

He dipped his head to the side to nibble on her neck. "Even when you were engaged to Meat Dagger?" he questioned.

"Sherlock," she sighed.

A Bit Not Good.

"Sorry," he mumbled into her skin.

She cupped his face in her hands, bringing him up so that their eyes met. "You were gone for two years. I didn't know what would happen when you came back. I knew that someday you would return, but I was lonely and Tom … he was nice, he made me happy … for a little while."

"Until I did come back … and blew everything to shit."

She giggled. "More or less … yes."

He let out a breath. "Did he have to dress like me?" he grumbled.

She giggled again. "Would you believe me if I said sorry?"

"No."

She bumped her nose against the tip of his. "It was worth it, just to see the look on your face."

A growl rumbled up from his chest. She let out a shriek as he rolled her onto her back, locking his knees around her hips.

"Oh what are you going to do to me, Mr. Holmes?" she cried in mock dismay.

"Make you suffer."

"Oh no! Not that!" She whimpered at the thought of what he planned to do. She could see his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. Could he possibly be ready again so soon? She moaned as she watched him wrap his hand around his length and give it a few pumps.

"Do you want me again Molly?" he asked her, giving his cock another pump.

"No," she answered, certain that he would read directly through her lie.

"Hmmm … we'll see about that." He grabbed her legs and raised them, spreading her open. "My, my, what have we here?"

She gasped the moment she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her folds.

"You're wet Molly," he tutted. "Practically dripping."

"Please!" she moaned, he was rubbing the head over her clit.

"Mmm? Please what?"

He continued to move his cock-head up and down, circling her centre, stroking her clit, driving her positively wild.

"Please I want you inside me!" she cried.

"Well, when you say it like that."

He settled the tip at her entrance, nudging it in, then stopped and pulled out. "Condom?" he questioned.

"OH!" Her eyes flew open and she looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving. "I'm on the pill," she told.

"Ahh … and you're clean."

Her cheeks flushed darker. "Had a glance at my medical files?"

He smirked. "I thought it only fair since you'd seen mine."

She made a noise of agreement.

Without warning he gave her half his length.

"Christ!" she gasped.

"Mmm … not quite," he quipped, pulling out.

She swatted at his arm, and he chuckled. She was surprised that they had already reached the point where they were comfortable enough with each other to make jokes during sex. All thoughts of this fled from her mind when he slid his cock back into her, but not fully. He continued like this for some time, teasing her, making her suffer, as he said he would. All the while she moaned and begged, enjoying what he was doing to her. When he at last gave her his entire length they both moaned in unison. He reached beneath her, cupping her bum in his hands and began to fill her with long and languid strokes.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. When she reached down to stroke her clit, he let out a groan and began to quicken his pace.

Within minutes Molly bowed like a taut violin string and cried out her release. Sherlock followed shortly after, very nearly seeing stars, his body trembling. He dropped down beside her, breathing heavily.

"Wow… what a morning!" she said breathlessly, he hummed in agreement.

"Shower?" she suggested, once they had both caught their breath. "Then breakfast."

He leaned forward and kissed her. "Followed by going back to bed?"

She laughed. "Absolutely."

He kissed her again, then helped her to sit up. They walked somewhat stiffly to the bathroom. After a quick wash up they surfaced from the steaming bathroom, dried off and put on dressing gowns.

"Easy access," he murmured, while slipping his hand into the front of her dressing gown, cupping and squeezing her breast.

She pushed him away with a giggle. "No more of that until I've had something to eat!"

Toby greeted them as soon as they left her bedroom, meowing loudly, annoyed that he had been ignored for so long. Molly picked up him, speaking softly to him.

"Tea or coffee?" she asked Sherlock as he followed her into her kitchen.

"Coffee," he replied. "Need the energy."

She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling. "Coffee it is."

"I'll make it," he offered.

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm perfectly capable of making coffee," he sighed.

She smiled as she put down Toby, then moved over to her refrigerator to see what she had to make for breakfast.

Once their coffee and breakfast was made they settled down onto her sofa, Sherlock pulling Molly's legs onto his lap. They ate in a comfortable silence, and when they were finished he gathered their plates and mugs, settling them onto the coffee table. He then proceeded to pull her onto his lap, which made her laugh in delight.

After undoing the knot of her dressing gown, he pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall so that her breasts were revealed to him. He dropped his head down and latched onto the rosy bud, circling his tongue around it. She let out a slow sigh, burying his hands in his curls, arching her back slightly so that her breasts tipped upwards, angling them more conveniently for his mouth. He made a feast of her breasts, not stopping until they were both red, a dark mark on each. She rocked her hips against his, feeling that he was hard beneath her. He muffled a groan against her skin.

"You surprise me Sherlock," she said suddenly.

He leaned back as she looked down at him, their eyes meeting.

"Do I?" he questioned.

"Yes." She played with the curls at the nape of his neck.

"I didn't expect you to be like this … in regards to sex that is," she explained.

"Ahh." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "You thought that I would have a clinical approach to it, didn't you?"

"Well … yes."

The corners of his lips quirked. "You got it wrong though …" He paused, placing kisses along her shoulder, slowly making his way up her neck. "We didn't just have sex Molly," he murmured into her skin, stopping to nibble on her earlobe before placing kisses along her jawline. "We didn't even fuck or shag, we made love." He raised his head, their eyes meeting.

She was shocked by his words, never having expected to ever hear him say something like that. She kissed him, cradling the back of his head in her hand, deepening the kiss, her heart swelling with love for him.

"I thought that perhaps you would be over-stimulated," she said between kisses. "That you'd need to go off in your Mind Palace, and sort and order all that you experienced."

His hands slid down her back, not stopping until they reached the curve of her arse.

"I thought so too, but it's been the complete opposite," he said to her.

"Oh?"

He briefly took her bottom lip between his teeth, before saying, "Being with you has quieted my mind, it's never been so calm."

She kissed him again, pouring every ounce of her love for him into that kiss. He tightened his arms around her, returning the kiss with equal passion.

"Take me back to bed Sherlock," she whispered.

He did just that, scooping her into his arms as he stood. She locked her legs around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom, her dressing gown falling to the floor along the way. Once he had placed her on the bed he untied and removed his own dressing gown, he then climbed onto the bed and kissed her.

"Turn about," he instructed. "I want you on your knees."

She whimpered softly and did as he asked. He held back a groan, his cock twitching at the sight she was gifting him. Never before had he thought much of female anatomy, especially in regards to their genitalia, but upon seeing Molly's and having both tasted and felt hers, he couldn't help but be in awe of the beauty of her. Unable to stop himself her gave her already slick folds a quick swipe of his tongue. She cried out, holding tightly to the sheets.

"Bend forward a bit more," he told her, his voice deepening.

She did so, her arse now fully in the air. The tips of her breasts were just touching the mattress. He allowed himself a groan, grabbing a hold of his cock so that he could place himself at her entrance. He knew she was wet and ready for him.

"Oh fuck yes!" she moaned as he slid himself in.

It took him several times before he bottomed out, until he could feel that his balls were touching her. Leaning forward, and biting back a groan as his movements made his cock shift inside of her, he brushed his nose over the shell of her ear.

"Here's your penny," he murmured to her.

She moaned, knowing exactly to what he was referring to.

"Do you want me to fuck you Molly? Or do you want it nice and slow?" For emphasis he eased his length out of her, pausing for a brief moment before sliding back in.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she wailed. "Please!"

He leaned back, held tightly onto her hips and began to thrust, hard.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, in time with his thrusts.

The room filled with their shallow breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Their moans mingled, both of them unable to hold back their noises, the sensations their bodies were creating just felt too good.

"I'm going to come!" she cried. "Oh fuck … yes … yesssssssssss." She screamed out his name, pressing her face into the mattress.

He felt her tighten around his cock. He hissed out a curse, gave one last solid thrust, and came, buried deep inside of her.

"Oh … Sherlock … that felt incredible," she whimpered, her legs beginning to shake.

He tucked his arm underneath her before helping her to ease down onto her side. He curled behind her, nuzzling the back of her neck. She hummed contentedly. After a few moments of catching her breath she turned about to face him, kissing him languidly.

"I think I need a nap!" she said.

"Hmmm, excellent idea."He sat up and grabbed the sheet, pulling it over them.

She laid her cheek against his chest and he placed a kiss on the top of her head. Both of them fell asleep quickly.

They slept for several hours, until suddenly her text tone rang out loud and clear.

"Noooo…" she groaned. "I forgot to put the damn thing on silent!" She rolled away from the noise, pulling the pillow over her head.

He let out an annoyed huff, and leaned over her, grabbing her mobile.

"What does it say?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled, but rather enjoying the weight of him against her.

As he read the text he started to laugh, and after putting her phone on silent he placed it back down on the bedside table and tucked his arms beneath her.

"What's so funny?" she asked, rolling onto her back, her head popping out from beneath the pillow.

"You," he answered, dropping his head down to place kisses beneath her breasts.

"What do you mean? What did the text say? Who was it from?" she questioned, refusing to allow herself to be distracted by his wicked tongue, which was now circling her areolas.

He stopped his ministrations and raised himself up, smiling impishly. "It was from your friend Anna, the family dinner has been cancelled."

Her eyes widened. "Oh. Fancy that!"

"Mmmm … shame though, I was rather looking forward to showing you off."

She rolled her eyes. "You were more so looking forward to making her brother feel like a prat."

Sherlock smiled cheekily. "That too."

"Oh well … at least one good thing came out of it."

He gave her a questioning look, he knew what she meant but wanted to hear her say it.

"We got together," she said.

He kissed her. "It would have happened anyway."

She kissed him back, pulling him down on top of her.

THE END

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