Guilty Pleasures
Title: Guilty Pleasures
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 2755
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Molly/Irene
Warnings: Sexual situations.
Summary: Molly finds a card in her coat, makes an appointment, and goes to see someone who might actually make her happy.
Authors Note: I have no excuses for this :0
Guilty Pleasures
Molly had been given the business card by a Miss Cantobell two weeks prior to this moment, she had taken it, thought about it for a full five minutes and then pocketed it, and stored it away in the back of her mind, maybe saving it for a rainy day. Well, today was a mealstrom, and as she took her wet coat off in the staff room at work to change into her lab coat she happened to be emptying her pockets, to save anything that might be made of paper. She put a shopping list and three business cards on the radiator in the staff room, which is when she noticed the card that she had been given, not so long ago.
Irene Adler, Dominatrix.
She glanced out of the window, the clouds were so dark and dense outside that it looked like a constant dusk, though it was actually closer to nine in the morning, English summers were always so unpredictable and wet. Well, it was a rainy day, and she had the card. She turned it over in her hand, thinking again, the original five minutes hadn't been nearly enough, this wasn't a decision to be made lightly.
Molly closed her eyes. Was she really into this sort of thing? Surely that would help, but she'd never tried it, she was open to new things but she didn't want to get hurt, but then... there were safe words, weren't there? So that you never got hurt, or never got more hurt than you wanted to be... and Irene, that was a woman's name...
But then when was the last time Sherlock had talked to her? Even bothered to look at her? Done more then ask for a coffee or see a dead body? Paid her any attention? Maybe now was a good time, as good a time as any to... to try something new, something she'd never tried before, not for love or comfort, but for a release, to get rid of all of this pent up frustration that was just added to whenever Sherlock walked into the room.
She pulled her mobile from her purse and dialled the number, she held it to her ear and listened to it ring before a sultry voice answered.
'Sophie, Irene Adler's secretary, would you like to make an appointment?'
'Uh,' Molly faltered, nervous now, had this really been such a good idea after all? 'Uhm.'
'Don't be nervous.' and it sounded like Sophie was smiling 'We don't bite, unless you ask nicely.'
'Can I-' Molly took a deep breath and closed her eyes 'Could I possibly get an appointment for today?' if she was going to do this better to do it fast, if she had enough time to think about it she might back out, and she didn't want that.
'You're pushing your luck.' Sophie cooed 'But Irene happens to have a free slot at two this afternoon, someone cancelled, lucky you.'
'Two.' Molly said quietly, she'd have to tell her boss she was feeling ill and say she was heading home, better that than simply disapearing, especially to wherever this was 'Where is the-'
'Eaton Place, number forty two in Belgravia. We'll see you at two.'
'Okay,' Molly said 'Bye.' she hung up and stared at her mobile, her heart beating too fast, she looked up, feigned a cough, testing how realistic it sounded before she pulled on her lab coat, pocketed her phone and headed out into the main part of the hospital to start work.
-
Molly was stood outside number forty two in Eaton Place, Belgravia, nervous, her heart thudding in her chest, her finger hovered over the button beside the door, not sure, waiting for something, maybe. She took a deep breath and pressed her finger down against it, it beeped loudly in response, almost making her jump. She fiddled with the bow on her cardigan and waited.
'Hello,' came that same sultry voice over the intercom 'Do you have an appointment?'
'Yes,' Molly said 'With, uhm, Irene Adler?'
'Excellent.' the door opened, and a young, gorgeous, and very smart looking woman stood in the doorway, holding the door and smiling at her 'Come in.'
Molly walked inside and stared around at the big foyer that she was stood in, huge and beautiful and ornately decorated 'Uhm, where should I-'
'You can put your coat and bag in here.' Sophie said, leading her to a closet 'And then please, take a seat in the waiting room, Miss Adler will be down shortly.' she gave Molly a smile, slightly reassuring, making Molly wonder if it was obvious how nervous she was feeling.
'Thank you.' Molly breathed, handing Sophie her coat and bag, she walked into what Sophie had called the waiting room, it was absolutely gorgeous and lavishly decorated in creams and white, Molly sat down on the sofa, staring around again, and waited patiently.
Minutes later and there was a gentle cough by the door, Molly turned her head and her eyes widened, Irene Adler was beautiful, with raven black hair which was long and piled elegantly atop her head, her lips were blood red, her face was heart shaped, and she had big, brown eyes, and some very nice curves. She was also, as Molly had noticed, wearing nothing but a silk dressing gown, tied neatly at her hip.
'Hello.' Irene smiled 'You must be my two oh clock.'
'Hello.' Molly breathed 'Uhm.' forming a sentence was suddenly a lot harder than it usually was, but then she'd never been in a situation like this before.
'Is it your first time?' Irene asked, walking inside to stand in front of Molly, she held out her hand, Molly paused before taking it but she let Irene pull her up and lead her out of the room.
'I'm not a virgin.' Molly finally said, quietly 'I just- I...'
'You can tell me,' Irene smiled, looking back at her as they reached the stairs 'I'm very good at keeping secrets.'
Molly took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh 'There's this man that I like, and he... he never notices me, he barely even looks at me, even when I do things for him...'
'You sound like you need a counsellor more than a dominatrix.' Irene said, smiling ruefully again 'So why call for me, sweetness?'
'I... I thought, why not? It seemed like a good idea...' Molly said quietly 'I don't even know how much you'll charge...' she should have asked, really, but for some reason it had completely skipped her mind.
'Well, I'm not cheap.' Irene said as they reached the landing, she turned left and headed for a different room to the one she usually used 'Can you afford me?'
'I have a lot saved up.' Molly said 'I don't have a boyfriend to spoil, and not much family, so...' she shrugged and looked around as they walked into a bedroom, the walls were white, but over the top in pink were elaborate art nouveau designs, the floorboards were painted white, it was bright in the room thanks to the huge windows, covered with a pink fabric to keep out prying eyes, there were a couple of overstuffed chairs by the window, in a pink and white pattern in silk to match the bedsheets, and an en suite on the left side of the bed, on the opposite side of the wall as the door 'Wow.'
'Do you like it?' Irene asked with a flirtatious smile, turning to face Molly as she pulled her into the middle of the room 'Hmm?'
'Yes.' Molly smiled '...I like pink.' she glanced over at the bed, and all of her nervousness came rushing back 'Uhm...'
'There's no need to be nervous.' Irene said as she walked back to the door to close it 'You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with.'
Molly nodded 'So, how does this work exactly?' she sat down on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the bow on her cardigan again.
'What would you like to happen?' Irene asked, walking over to Molly to stand in front of her again, the cord on her silk dressing gown was coming loose, revealing perfect skin and a severe lack of underwear.
'I don't know.' Molly said quietly, trying very hard to keep her eyes from wandering 'I don't even know what to expect.'
Irene took a seat beside Molly on the bed and gave her an encouraging smile 'Everyone who comes here for the first time expects something different, and you're no exception. Why don't I... suggest some things, and you can say yes or no?'
Molly nodded 'Alright.'
'...Have you ever been with a woman before?' Irene asked curiously.
Molly bit her bottom lip 'No...'
'Right.' Irene smirked 'Sex?'
Molly bit down on her lip a little harder '...Yes.'
'You said there's a man who happens to be ignoring you.' Irene said softly, she took Molly's right hand in hers 'Are you here for some comfort?'
'I guess so.' Molly said quietly, though she hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, Irene's hands were so warm.
'Silly me,' Irene smiled wide 'I haven't asked your name.'
'Molly, Molly Hooper.'
'Well Molly Molly Hooper, I'm Irene Adler.' she leaned in against Molly, so that their lips were close enough to kiss 'And what do you do for a living, Molly?
'I'm a pathologist.' Molly whispered 'How about you?'
'Dominatrix.' Irene breathed against Molly's lips and kissed her firmly on the mouth, her hands ran over Molly's shoulders and to her chest, undoing the ribbon holding Molly's cardigan on, she pulled it down over her arms and got to work unbuttoning her blouse.
Molly pulled her cardigan off the rest of the way and dropped it onto the floor, she let Irene undo the buttons on the blouse, pulling it undone, exposing her bra and breasts, but far from being nervous or scared or any of the above, she was calm, relaxed, and excited. This was new, and exciting, and she hadn't had sex in bloody ages.
Irene pushed Molly gently down onto the mattress, pressing her into the soft silk sheets and kissing her lips, her neck, Molly arched her back and Irene quickly undid the clasp on her bra, pulling it down and kissing Molly's breasts.
'Wait-' Molly gasped 'Wait a moment.' Irene sat back up, straddling Molly's thighs, allowing Molly to sit up and pull her blouse and bra off, she laid back down, freer now.
'What do you think to handcuffs?' Irene asked with a grin.
Molly finally blushed 'Okay.'
Irene reached across the bed and pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, reaching inside she produced a set of handcuffs, black leather for comfort, she sat up 'Hold out your right hand.'
Molly held out her right hand, and Irene fastened the cuff around her wrist, checking that it wasn't too tight, she leaned forward and wound the metallic part of the cuffs around part of the wrought iron headboard, then fastened Molly's left wrist.
'Perfect.' Irene breathed 'Comfy?'
'Surprisingly.' Molly frowned, she'd never imagined handcuffs to be comfortable before, although this did leave her in a rather compromising position.
Irene smiled, running her hands down Molly's sides, tickling lightly she went back to kissing her soft skin, sucking against her breasts, kissing down her stomach and finally the crotch of her jeans, she stared up the length of Molly's body at her 'Are you ready?'
Molly nodded 'Yes.'
Irene unbuttoned Molly's jeans, pulled the zip down and inched her jeans down slowly, revealing Molly's frilly white cherry underwear, something she hadn't really considered earlier today, but at least they had matched her bright red bra. Irene kissed Molly through the thin underwear, pulled her jeans off and dropped them on the floor, she moved down between her legs, kissed at the thin fabric between Molly's legs, licking it, wetting it and finding the slight dip above Molly's entrance, she stared up at her again and grinned.
Molly's breathing was heavy, her heart pounding in her chest, she stared down at Irene when she felt the brief pause, Irene was looking a question at her and she nodded, tugging uselessly at the cuffs around her wrists, desperate to touch herself but denied the chance.
Irene bit down on the thin fabric and tugged, keeping her eyes on Molly's, she sat up and pulled Molly's panties down and off, throwing them over her shoulder, she moved back down, supporting herself with her elbows, and ran her tongue over Molly's skin, gentle, her tongue flicking gently like a cat, finding Molly's more intimate areas and exploring them with her mouth.
Molly writhed beneath her, tugging again at the cuffs uselessly, knowing that it was useless but trying anyway, though she had no idea how she'd hide the marks from her co-workers later. Irene held her legs in place, keeping her as still as she liked, Molly arched her back, it was all she could really do.
She moaned, oh how she moaned, long and loud and clear, Molly knew her throat would suffer for it later but right now she couldn't give a damn, there was a heat growing inside of her and between her legs, threatening to rush over her in one huge explosion of bliss, her moans grew louder, her heart pounded, her breathing was ragged, she felt everything with such precision, every flick or Irene's tongue, every press of lips, every gentle brush of teeth.
She came moaning and writhing, completely caught up in it all and almost surprised, it felt so good and so right and was so sudden, it rolled over her and through her, and Irene's tongue continued to glide over her, prolonging it, making it feel even better, but eventually it faded, slow, steady, and she could hear again, see again, and she was staring up into the face of an Angel, her Angel 'Oh.'
Irene smiled down at her 'You didn't tell me you were loud.' she pressed her nose to Molly's, cuddlesome, and kissed her lips softly, she leaned back, still with the smile on her face, happy, encouraging.
'That...' Molly was still trying to get her breathing back to normal 'That was... thank you.'
'This is just the beginning.' Irene said, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Molly's ear 'There's more where that came from, sweetness.'
'Oh.' Molly said 'I- Okay.' she smiled, blushing, riding the afterglow 'What's next?'
'I'll leave that up to you.' Irene said 'What do you think?'
'More of that would be good.' Molly giggled 'Please.'
'Say please again.' Irene smirked.
'Please.' Molly said softly.
'Perfect.' Irene kissed Molly's lips again, harder this time, she leaned back with a grin 'I promise I won't disappoint.'
-
'Let me give you my number, sweetness.'
Molly handed Irene her phone and watched as she dialled a number into the contacts list, hers, easier to get in touch this way, bypassing Sophie and anyone who might be waiting for a free slot.
'There now, next time, you can call me personally.' Irene handed Molly's mobile back to her 'Did you enjoy yourself?'
'Yes.' Molly blushed, dipping her head 'I'll see you again.'
'Good.' Irene tapped the underside of Molly's chin gently, she took her hand and pulled her up off of the bed, showered and fully dressed, and looking incredibly happy 'Come on, this way.'
Molly followed Irene back down the stairs and into the foyer to the front door, Irene pulled Molly close with a smile and kissed her lips softly.
'There now, you have to come back.'
'You're just saying that to get me to spend more money on you.' Molly beamed 'Well,' she was still blushing 'It's working.'
'Perfect.' Irene smiled and opened the door for her 'I'll see you again soon.'
'Okay.' Molly smiled happily as she walked out 'Bye.' she heard the door close behind her and fought the urge to jump down the steps onto the pavement, and she almost skipped down the street.
Her mobile bleeped in her pocket, she pulled it free and stared down at the text she'd received, it read,
'I'll see you again sweetness,
I rather like you.'
Molly giggled as she wandered down the street, finally satisfied, finally happy with someone, an interest, someone new, someone who wouldn't ignore her and who would show her the attention she deserved.
Finally, some love.
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 2755
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Molly/Irene
Warnings: Sexual situations.
Summary: Molly finds a card in her coat, makes an appointment, and goes to see someone who might actually make her happy.
Authors Note: I have no excuses for this :0
Guilty Pleasures
Molly had been given the business card by a Miss Cantobell two weeks prior to this moment, she had taken it, thought about it for a full five minutes and then pocketed it, and stored it away in the back of her mind, maybe saving it for a rainy day. Well, today was a mealstrom, and as she took her wet coat off in the staff room at work to change into her lab coat she happened to be emptying her pockets, to save anything that might be made of paper. She put a shopping list and three business cards on the radiator in the staff room, which is when she noticed the card that she had been given, not so long ago.
Irene Adler, Dominatrix.
She glanced out of the window, the clouds were so dark and dense outside that it looked like a constant dusk, though it was actually closer to nine in the morning, English summers were always so unpredictable and wet. Well, it was a rainy day, and she had the card. She turned it over in her hand, thinking again, the original five minutes hadn't been nearly enough, this wasn't a decision to be made lightly.
Molly closed her eyes. Was she really into this sort of thing? Surely that would help, but she'd never tried it, she was open to new things but she didn't want to get hurt, but then... there were safe words, weren't there? So that you never got hurt, or never got more hurt than you wanted to be... and Irene, that was a woman's name...
But then when was the last time Sherlock had talked to her? Even bothered to look at her? Done more then ask for a coffee or see a dead body? Paid her any attention? Maybe now was a good time, as good a time as any to... to try something new, something she'd never tried before, not for love or comfort, but for a release, to get rid of all of this pent up frustration that was just added to whenever Sherlock walked into the room.
She pulled her mobile from her purse and dialled the number, she held it to her ear and listened to it ring before a sultry voice answered.
'Sophie, Irene Adler's secretary, would you like to make an appointment?'
'Uh,' Molly faltered, nervous now, had this really been such a good idea after all? 'Uhm.'
'Don't be nervous.' and it sounded like Sophie was smiling 'We don't bite, unless you ask nicely.'
'Can I-' Molly took a deep breath and closed her eyes 'Could I possibly get an appointment for today?' if she was going to do this better to do it fast, if she had enough time to think about it she might back out, and she didn't want that.
'You're pushing your luck.' Sophie cooed 'But Irene happens to have a free slot at two this afternoon, someone cancelled, lucky you.'
'Two.' Molly said quietly, she'd have to tell her boss she was feeling ill and say she was heading home, better that than simply disapearing, especially to wherever this was 'Where is the-'
'Eaton Place, number forty two in Belgravia. We'll see you at two.'
'Okay,' Molly said 'Bye.' she hung up and stared at her mobile, her heart beating too fast, she looked up, feigned a cough, testing how realistic it sounded before she pulled on her lab coat, pocketed her phone and headed out into the main part of the hospital to start work.
-
Molly was stood outside number forty two in Eaton Place, Belgravia, nervous, her heart thudding in her chest, her finger hovered over the button beside the door, not sure, waiting for something, maybe. She took a deep breath and pressed her finger down against it, it beeped loudly in response, almost making her jump. She fiddled with the bow on her cardigan and waited.
'Hello,' came that same sultry voice over the intercom 'Do you have an appointment?'
'Yes,' Molly said 'With, uhm, Irene Adler?'
'Excellent.' the door opened, and a young, gorgeous, and very smart looking woman stood in the doorway, holding the door and smiling at her 'Come in.'
Molly walked inside and stared around at the big foyer that she was stood in, huge and beautiful and ornately decorated 'Uhm, where should I-'
'You can put your coat and bag in here.' Sophie said, leading her to a closet 'And then please, take a seat in the waiting room, Miss Adler will be down shortly.' she gave Molly a smile, slightly reassuring, making Molly wonder if it was obvious how nervous she was feeling.
'Thank you.' Molly breathed, handing Sophie her coat and bag, she walked into what Sophie had called the waiting room, it was absolutely gorgeous and lavishly decorated in creams and white, Molly sat down on the sofa, staring around again, and waited patiently.
Minutes later and there was a gentle cough by the door, Molly turned her head and her eyes widened, Irene Adler was beautiful, with raven black hair which was long and piled elegantly atop her head, her lips were blood red, her face was heart shaped, and she had big, brown eyes, and some very nice curves. She was also, as Molly had noticed, wearing nothing but a silk dressing gown, tied neatly at her hip.
'Hello.' Irene smiled 'You must be my two oh clock.'
'Hello.' Molly breathed 'Uhm.' forming a sentence was suddenly a lot harder than it usually was, but then she'd never been in a situation like this before.
'Is it your first time?' Irene asked, walking inside to stand in front of Molly, she held out her hand, Molly paused before taking it but she let Irene pull her up and lead her out of the room.
'I'm not a virgin.' Molly finally said, quietly 'I just- I...'
'You can tell me,' Irene smiled, looking back at her as they reached the stairs 'I'm very good at keeping secrets.'
Molly took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh 'There's this man that I like, and he... he never notices me, he barely even looks at me, even when I do things for him...'
'You sound like you need a counsellor more than a dominatrix.' Irene said, smiling ruefully again 'So why call for me, sweetness?'
'I... I thought, why not? It seemed like a good idea...' Molly said quietly 'I don't even know how much you'll charge...' she should have asked, really, but for some reason it had completely skipped her mind.
'Well, I'm not cheap.' Irene said as they reached the landing, she turned left and headed for a different room to the one she usually used 'Can you afford me?'
'I have a lot saved up.' Molly said 'I don't have a boyfriend to spoil, and not much family, so...' she shrugged and looked around as they walked into a bedroom, the walls were white, but over the top in pink were elaborate art nouveau designs, the floorboards were painted white, it was bright in the room thanks to the huge windows, covered with a pink fabric to keep out prying eyes, there were a couple of overstuffed chairs by the window, in a pink and white pattern in silk to match the bedsheets, and an en suite on the left side of the bed, on the opposite side of the wall as the door 'Wow.'
'Do you like it?' Irene asked with a flirtatious smile, turning to face Molly as she pulled her into the middle of the room 'Hmm?'
'Yes.' Molly smiled '...I like pink.' she glanced over at the bed, and all of her nervousness came rushing back 'Uhm...'
'There's no need to be nervous.' Irene said as she walked back to the door to close it 'You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with.'
Molly nodded 'So, how does this work exactly?' she sat down on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the bow on her cardigan again.
'What would you like to happen?' Irene asked, walking over to Molly to stand in front of her again, the cord on her silk dressing gown was coming loose, revealing perfect skin and a severe lack of underwear.
'I don't know.' Molly said quietly, trying very hard to keep her eyes from wandering 'I don't even know what to expect.'
Irene took a seat beside Molly on the bed and gave her an encouraging smile 'Everyone who comes here for the first time expects something different, and you're no exception. Why don't I... suggest some things, and you can say yes or no?'
Molly nodded 'Alright.'
'...Have you ever been with a woman before?' Irene asked curiously.
Molly bit her bottom lip 'No...'
'Right.' Irene smirked 'Sex?'
Molly bit down on her lip a little harder '...Yes.'
'You said there's a man who happens to be ignoring you.' Irene said softly, she took Molly's right hand in hers 'Are you here for some comfort?'
'I guess so.' Molly said quietly, though she hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, Irene's hands were so warm.
'Silly me,' Irene smiled wide 'I haven't asked your name.'
'Molly, Molly Hooper.'
'Well Molly Molly Hooper, I'm Irene Adler.' she leaned in against Molly, so that their lips were close enough to kiss 'And what do you do for a living, Molly?
'I'm a pathologist.' Molly whispered 'How about you?'
'Dominatrix.' Irene breathed against Molly's lips and kissed her firmly on the mouth, her hands ran over Molly's shoulders and to her chest, undoing the ribbon holding Molly's cardigan on, she pulled it down over her arms and got to work unbuttoning her blouse.
Molly pulled her cardigan off the rest of the way and dropped it onto the floor, she let Irene undo the buttons on the blouse, pulling it undone, exposing her bra and breasts, but far from being nervous or scared or any of the above, she was calm, relaxed, and excited. This was new, and exciting, and she hadn't had sex in bloody ages.
Irene pushed Molly gently down onto the mattress, pressing her into the soft silk sheets and kissing her lips, her neck, Molly arched her back and Irene quickly undid the clasp on her bra, pulling it down and kissing Molly's breasts.
'Wait-' Molly gasped 'Wait a moment.' Irene sat back up, straddling Molly's thighs, allowing Molly to sit up and pull her blouse and bra off, she laid back down, freer now.
'What do you think to handcuffs?' Irene asked with a grin.
Molly finally blushed 'Okay.'
Irene reached across the bed and pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, reaching inside she produced a set of handcuffs, black leather for comfort, she sat up 'Hold out your right hand.'
Molly held out her right hand, and Irene fastened the cuff around her wrist, checking that it wasn't too tight, she leaned forward and wound the metallic part of the cuffs around part of the wrought iron headboard, then fastened Molly's left wrist.
'Perfect.' Irene breathed 'Comfy?'
'Surprisingly.' Molly frowned, she'd never imagined handcuffs to be comfortable before, although this did leave her in a rather compromising position.
Irene smiled, running her hands down Molly's sides, tickling lightly she went back to kissing her soft skin, sucking against her breasts, kissing down her stomach and finally the crotch of her jeans, she stared up the length of Molly's body at her 'Are you ready?'
Molly nodded 'Yes.'
Irene unbuttoned Molly's jeans, pulled the zip down and inched her jeans down slowly, revealing Molly's frilly white cherry underwear, something she hadn't really considered earlier today, but at least they had matched her bright red bra. Irene kissed Molly through the thin underwear, pulled her jeans off and dropped them on the floor, she moved down between her legs, kissed at the thin fabric between Molly's legs, licking it, wetting it and finding the slight dip above Molly's entrance, she stared up at her again and grinned.
Molly's breathing was heavy, her heart pounding in her chest, she stared down at Irene when she felt the brief pause, Irene was looking a question at her and she nodded, tugging uselessly at the cuffs around her wrists, desperate to touch herself but denied the chance.
Irene bit down on the thin fabric and tugged, keeping her eyes on Molly's, she sat up and pulled Molly's panties down and off, throwing them over her shoulder, she moved back down, supporting herself with her elbows, and ran her tongue over Molly's skin, gentle, her tongue flicking gently like a cat, finding Molly's more intimate areas and exploring them with her mouth.
Molly writhed beneath her, tugging again at the cuffs uselessly, knowing that it was useless but trying anyway, though she had no idea how she'd hide the marks from her co-workers later. Irene held her legs in place, keeping her as still as she liked, Molly arched her back, it was all she could really do.
She moaned, oh how she moaned, long and loud and clear, Molly knew her throat would suffer for it later but right now she couldn't give a damn, there was a heat growing inside of her and between her legs, threatening to rush over her in one huge explosion of bliss, her moans grew louder, her heart pounded, her breathing was ragged, she felt everything with such precision, every flick or Irene's tongue, every press of lips, every gentle brush of teeth.
She came moaning and writhing, completely caught up in it all and almost surprised, it felt so good and so right and was so sudden, it rolled over her and through her, and Irene's tongue continued to glide over her, prolonging it, making it feel even better, but eventually it faded, slow, steady, and she could hear again, see again, and she was staring up into the face of an Angel, her Angel 'Oh.'
Irene smiled down at her 'You didn't tell me you were loud.' she pressed her nose to Molly's, cuddlesome, and kissed her lips softly, she leaned back, still with the smile on her face, happy, encouraging.
'That...' Molly was still trying to get her breathing back to normal 'That was... thank you.'
'This is just the beginning.' Irene said, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Molly's ear 'There's more where that came from, sweetness.'
'Oh.' Molly said 'I- Okay.' she smiled, blushing, riding the afterglow 'What's next?'
'I'll leave that up to you.' Irene said 'What do you think?'
'More of that would be good.' Molly giggled 'Please.'
'Say please again.' Irene smirked.
'Please.' Molly said softly.
'Perfect.' Irene kissed Molly's lips again, harder this time, she leaned back with a grin 'I promise I won't disappoint.'
-
'Let me give you my number, sweetness.'
Molly handed Irene her phone and watched as she dialled a number into the contacts list, hers, easier to get in touch this way, bypassing Sophie and anyone who might be waiting for a free slot.
'There now, next time, you can call me personally.' Irene handed Molly's mobile back to her 'Did you enjoy yourself?'
'Yes.' Molly blushed, dipping her head 'I'll see you again.'
'Good.' Irene tapped the underside of Molly's chin gently, she took her hand and pulled her up off of the bed, showered and fully dressed, and looking incredibly happy 'Come on, this way.'
Molly followed Irene back down the stairs and into the foyer to the front door, Irene pulled Molly close with a smile and kissed her lips softly.
'There now, you have to come back.'
'You're just saying that to get me to spend more money on you.' Molly beamed 'Well,' she was still blushing 'It's working.'
'Perfect.' Irene smiled and opened the door for her 'I'll see you again soon.'
'Okay.' Molly smiled happily as she walked out 'Bye.' she heard the door close behind her and fought the urge to jump down the steps onto the pavement, and she almost skipped down the street.
Her mobile bleeped in her pocket, she pulled it free and stared down at the text she'd received, it read,
'I'll see you again sweetness,
I rather like you.'
Molly giggled as she wandered down the street, finally satisfied, finally happy with someone, an interest, someone new, someone who wouldn't ignore her and who would show her the attention she deserved.
Finally, some love.