Warning, this is where this story earns it M rating.

I'm still struggling to get into the flow of it, I don't particularly like how this chapter flows. I'm changing to quickly between POV's. I'm going to work on making that better next time, I think it's because I've only ever roleplayed before this, and I'm not used to writing both characters. Please bear with me.

"Sherlock...? You have an erection…"

Her soft voice filled the air and he realised she was right. He could feel himself, pressing against her hip, just the thin cotton of both their pyjama pants separating there skin.

"Ah yes. That." He tried to sound haughty, like he didn't care, but his voice came out all deep and breathy and he felt his cheeks colouring a bit.

He'd wanked before, to the thought of her, it was vulgar and felt dirty but he couldn't help himself. He'd not gotten urges like this before Molly. He thought of burying himself in her, again and again till she was writhing and crying his name. That made his cock twitch against her and he blinked, trying to focus.

She was lying there, looking shocked but her pupils were dilated and he watched as her tongue brushed across her lower lip.

He'd been waiting for this, ever since he'd realised what he was feeling for her. He wanted her. He wanted his wife, and he could have her, she was so obviously willing judging by her expression and the way her heart rate had increased considerably.

Molly still hadn't moved, large brown eyes even wider and locked on him. He had an erection, and she was pretty certain it was because of her and in turn that made a familiar warmth spread through her belly and she shifted slightly.

She was rubbing her hip against his erection and he'd felt nothing like it. The fact that It was Molly just added to the excitement and he found himself thrusting his hips forward a little, a quiet growl leaving his lips.

She knew what she was doing; he could see it in her eyes. She knew how desperately he needed her. The infuriating woman, he clenched his jaw, trying to stop himself from rutting against her like an animal. He wasn't primal. He was logical.

But he couldn't think properly right now, the desire to rip of her shorts and bury his cock in her over and over again till release came, was almost overwhelming. He swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing.

Her hands were wandering, he could feel the cold, small fingers sliding across his chest to his side and his heart was pounding.

Molly wanted to touch him. He was hard because of her, and he didn't seem to be objecting to her fingers sliding across his chest, nails scraping lightly as she moved down to his hip.

Her own breathing was laboured and she could already feel warmth pooling in her knickers from how turned on she was.

Slowly her hand slid round to his pants, and she pulled the cord, watching him intently for any sign he wanted her to wasn't moving, his eyes dark and locked with hers so she took it as a sign to continue.

Slowly a small hand slipped into his pants, and wrapped around his erection. A guttural moan escaped his mouth and he was a little embarrassed but made no move to stop her.

"Here." She breathed, moving to sit up a little and nudging him so he was lying on his back as she started to pull down his pyjama pants, taking his boxers with them.

His cock sprung free and she took him in, the foreskin pulled back just slightly to show the red glans, and she subconsciously wet her lips, leaving his pants halfway down his thighs as she took him in her gentle grip once more.

He was beside himself, watching her take off his pants. And he was fighting obscene noises, his knees locked in place to stop himself bucking up against her hand.

He hadn't seen her like this before, her face flushed, eyes dark and focused. It was incredibly sexy and he couldn't help twitch his hips forward a little when she started stroking her hand up along his length.

It felt so much better than his own hand. Her fingers were small and warm and soft. It was ecstasy. "Fuck." He bit out, his head falling back against the pillows though he kept his eyes fixed on her.

Her hand ran along his length a few times, stroking him firmly as she watched the small drop of precome beading at his tip.

He watched her with widened eyes as the pad of her finger swiped across his tip, gathering the liquid before lifting her fingers to her mouth and sucking them with a wet sound. Tasting him. Her eyelids were hooded and he could tell she liked it.

It was vulgar and at the same time the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life and it was all it took to tip him over into orgasm, coming hard with a low growl as he ejaculated over his thighs and the bed sheet.

"Molly.'' He panted as his head fell back, his body relaxing and the familiar heavy weight of post orgasmic bliss pressing down on him. He stretched out, muscles relaxed. He was a little embarrassed with the mess he'd made, though she didn't seem to mind, watching him with those doe eyes, her lips swollen from her biting them.

"Let me help." She murmured quietly, grabbing some tissues from her bedside table and doing her best to clean him up. She didn't know what to say. He'd obviously liked it though she wasn't sure if he wanted to acknowledge it or not. It was so difficult to know when It came to Sherlock.

She tossed the tissues aside, and lay back, watching him. Waiting for him to do something. To say anything.

His mind was racing over, processing what had happened. What they'd done. What this meant for their relationship. "Molly, I…'' He started, but stopped himself. He'd never good with words. Instead he shifted and cupped her cheek, bringing his mouth hard to hers. He knew she was still aroused and he was obligated to return the favour. It wasn't just that though, he wanted to.

Kissing her her hard, his mouth nipped and sucked at her lips as he moved to hover enough her, propping himself up on his elbows either side of her shoulders. He sucked on her lower lip, feeling satisfied at the way she moaned and squirmed beneath him and then he thrust his hand down the front of her knickers.

He'd never felt a woman before, not like this, though he knew enough of basic anatomy to make it feel good for her.

His thumb pressed firmly against her clitoris as his index and middle fingers slid into her heat.

Hot. Wet. Tight. Were the first things he thought, and he pumped his fingers, curling them slightly.

"Oh." She gasped, surprised at how quickly his fingers were inside her, and her hips were rocking up against him. Of course he'd be good at this, he was good at everything. And all she was thinking was how bloody good it felt and how lucky she was.

God she was vocal, moaning and whining as she ground her hips needily against his fingers. It was the most atrractive thing he'd ever seen in his life, and he moved his fingers faster, wanting to bring her to her peak.

She was close, she could feel her abdomen tightening, all her muscles tensing as he worked her over. She threw her head back with a particularly loud moan, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she wailed his name.

Her muscles spasmed around his fingers as she came, her eyes closing tightly.

His fingers worked her through her orgasm and he watched, fascinated and proud that he was the one to make her feel this way.

"That was…" She started, a little in awe as she looked up at him once she'd finished.

"Yes. Quite." He cleared his throat and withdrew his fingers, wiping them on his pants and moving to lie back down beside him.

She didn't know what to say now. Did he want to talk about what this meant? She doubted it. Sherlock didn't talk about feelings, so instead she lay still, watching him and questioning their lives together.

"Thank you." He spoke quietly so she'd have just heard her, and then he pulled her into his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"Go to sleep Molly." He rumbled, his eyelids heavy as he held her firmly to him. His mind was too dulled at the moment to think this over, he'd need to go to his mind palace in the morning and store everything, though he was certain this changed the parameters of their relationship.

"Goodnight Sherlock."

Like I said, I don't like the flow of it, but im working on it.

I hope you liked it, it was my first smut written without a partner so I hope I did okay.

Thank you for reading and reviewing.

Erika.