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Jim ravages molly until she thrashes from the heat of his passion: skin sweating, face burning, her gasps are wordless puffs of hot steam, a fire erupting in her belly, and he turns her over and over like a slice of seasoned meat in the barbeque grill, watches her turn red and raw, and smiles.
this so warm hearth heated moment with her, would be supernovae sun scorching to sherlock, when the idiot finally knew, and the thought of telling him, and seeing him recoil in anger and surprise and fear, was making the whole experience feel hotter to James.