Author's note: If you haven't seen "Star Wars - The Force Awakens," you are insane - just kidding. This is just to let you know that there is a major spoiler from the movie in this chapter, so be forewarned!
Special note: New cover image added from my reader, Elizabeth Robello on 5/20/19. Thank you, my friend!
Sherlock was sitting at his desk in the sitting room, tapping away on his laptop, checking his email for potential clients when Molly came into the room.
She walked up to him and snatched the laptop away, closing it.
"Hey," he protested, "I was doing work!"
"Sherlock Holmes, I did not wheedle Mike into giving me the week between Christmas and the new year off in order for you to leave me at home while you go on one of your cases," she told him sternly, setting the laptop down on the coffee table.
"I would have invited you to go with me," he tried saying, not meeting her eyes. "I've done it before."
"A likely story," scoffed Molly. "You are really going to take your pregnant wife along while you investigate a murder?"
"They're not all murder cases, you know. I get a lot of requests to track cheating spouses."
"Nevertheless," she informed him sternly, "this week is about us spending quality time together."
"Sweetheart," he cane to her and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, "every moment I spend with you is quality time."
Molly slid her arms around his waist. "You always know just the right thing to say," then she added, "but you are not going to distract me from my current objective."
"Does it involve a lot of cuddling?" asked her husband hopefully.
"Well, in a way, I guess; if you mean cuddling on the sofa and watching films together."
"Is this cuddling likely to lead to certain...other activities?" he asked cheekily.
"Impossible man," she pretended to be cross but couldn't keep up the act. "We'll see."
"What films are you proposing we watch?"
"'The ones I just gave you for Christmas," she said immediately.
Sherlock groaned. "You want to watch all seven Star Wars movies?"
Molly nodded, "Yup."
He gave her a shrewd look. "And I presume you wish to watch these because that new film is out, and you want me to take you to see it?"
"Right as always, my love. I know you saw the original three movies in your university days."
"Yes, but I didn't see the others. Didn't people say they were awful? It never made sense to me that George Lucas made them out of order."
"I don't know either. I don't think the newer movies were terrible, except for that horrid Jar Jar Binks character. I liked Natalie Portman though. You know, she played Thor's love interest in a couple of the Thor movies."
Then she added impishly, "That Chris Hemsworth with his flowing, golden locks is so hot."
Sherlock huffed. "First you tell me you had a teenage crush on the blonde-haired Leonardo DiCaprio. Now you tell me that blonde Thor is hot. I am starting to get a complex."
She tweaked one of her husband's gorgeous raven curls. "Honey, I can acknowledge a man as handsome without feeling any romantic attraction to him. You're the only one who ignites my passion. Besides, you know I adore your hair."
"I suppose so. You've told me that on enough occasions that I've started to think it's all you love about me." He pouted.
Molly wound her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level for a fiery kiss. Then she said, "You've made me tell you other things I love about you, like your lips and your cheekbones and your incredibly sexy, deep voice..."
"This one?" he murmured in his deep baritone that still thrilled her, no matter how many times he talked to her that way.
"Oh yes," she said, a little breathlessly.
He wrapped his strong arms around her. "Can we finish the Star Wars conversation later? I'd rather have a conversation without words right now."
"No!" Molly squeaked, wriggling free, albeit reluctantly, from her husband's grasp. "Every time I start a conversation with you, it leads to the bedroom, and I end up putting off what I needed to say. We need to watch the films now if we are to see the new one before I have to go back to work next week."
Sherlock pouted, then furrowed his brow. "Why do you want to see this film so badly when those others weren't so great?"
"The last one that cane out a couple years ago was fantastic! I've been dying for the new one to hit the cinemas so I could see it. Kaitlyn saw it with David as soon as it was released, and she loved it."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Molly?" questioned Sherlock. "Look what happened when you dragged me to see Titanic a couple weeks ago. We watched the film for twenty minutes, spent the next half an hour or so kissing, then left the cinema early."
Molly blushed. "That was entirely different. I knew the film was already available, as you did not hesitate to remind me, on Blu-ray. The new one won't be out on Blu-ray for months, and I don't want to wait that long."
"So no sitting in the back row and distracting you this time? This film is beginning to sound less and less appealing."
Molly swatted at his arm. "You get to take me home afterwards, though. And I'm nothing if not appreciative of your efforts to indulge me. Besides," she added, "I'm pregnant, and you need to spoil me, as you yourself said. Do I have to 'use the force' on you?"
Sherlock sighed. "Fine. I suppose I'll be buying you an extra large popcorn and drink this time?"
It was Molly's turn to pout. "Now you're making fun of my renewed appetite."
"Well you did eat a remarkably large Christmas dinner at my parents' house," he pointed out.
"Keep it up and you'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight, husband dear."
Sherlock reached for Molly again and cupped his hands around her face, planting a lingering kiss on her lips before saying in a deep voice, "You would never do that to me, baby. You'd miss me too much. Besides, you like to think of me as your personal heater, remember?"
Molly melted against him, putting her own arms around him. That combination - calling her "baby" as well as lowering his voice to its deepest pitch was always her undoing.
"I take it by your actions that you are no longer considering making me sleep on the sofa?" Sherlock asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Molly could only nod her head. She barely heard his next words over the sound of blood thrumming in her ears.
"I'll take you to the damn film, and I'll watch the others, but right now, I feel in need of some other entertainment."
She might only have vaguely registered the words, but she definitely knew his intentions when he picked her up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom, where he kissed her demandingly and made short work of disrobing them both.
Some time later, she peeked up at him from where she lay, nestled in his arms. He had a self-satisfied grin on his face.
"You look awfully proud of yourself," she commented.
"Shouldn't I be?" he asked playfully. "I didn't even have to use the force on you to get you to comply with my wishes."
"Oh, Sherlock," she smiled back, "It isn't compliance when I am in full agreement with what you want."
After a short nap, the couple dressed again and returned to the sitting room for a marathon viewing session of Star Wars films.
It took two days and a late night to get through them, especially when they had to stop for meals, for Molly to make one of her frequent trips to the loo, thanks to her pregnancy induced overactive bladder, and of course the inevitable returns to the bedroom for more "non-verbal communication" as Sherlock like to call it.
Actually, when they watched Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Molly had sobbed so hard during Han Solo's death scene, that Sherlock had paused the film, kissed away her tears and comforted her, then kissed her some more. Of course, one thing led to another and well, on that occasion they hadn't even made it to the bedroom. Nor had they even taken off all their clothes. There was something very sensual about making love, partially clothed, outside of the bedroom.
Finally though, armed with all the knowledge of the various films (except for some perts when they would get a little distracted and start kissing), they were ready to head to the cinema for a viewing of Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
Molly was quite excited about it, Sherlock not so much. He had agreed the last film was the best one to date, but would have been content to wait for the new one to be released on Blu-ray so they could buy it to watch at home.
"How long is this film, anyway?" he asked during the taxi ride.
"Two hours and thirty-three minutes," she responded. She had looked it up, knowing her husband was bound to ask.
"So long?" he groaned. "How am I going to sit in a crowded theatre for that length of time?"
"The film came out two weeks ago and we are seeing a matinée, so it won't be crowded," she pointed out.
"Can we sit in the back, then?" he asked hopefully.
Molly rolled her eyes. Why did she get the feeling that her husband was not planning on focussing his full attention on the film, but more likely, her?
"We'll see," she said non-committally.
Upon entering the cinema, they looked around. There weren't too many people around fortunately. Sherlock bought their tickets from a young man , then asked, "Large or extra large popcorn? What size drink?"
"It's quite a lengthy movie, but I think a large of each will suffice."
"Anything else? Chocolate bar or other snacks?"
"Good Lord, Sherlock. I didn't come here to binge-eat. I came to watch a film. Just the popcorn and a Coke please."
Sherlock bought the items, and they made their way into the screening room. It wasn't completely full, but there were still a good amount of people there, mainly teenagers and young couples.
Molly saw Sherlock's eyes immediately search the rear of the room. The back row had two couples seated, one a pair of teenagers who were obviously of the same opinion about what the back row of a theatre was for as Sherlock was, because they were already kissing. There was room for Sherlock and Molly to sit on the end and still have several seats between them and the snogging teenagers.
Sherlock, without waiting for Molly's approval, walked determinedly up the aisle and stopped at the back row, then motioned for Molly to precede him. "You go first," he whispered. "That way, I can stretch my legs in the aisle if I'm feeling too cramped." He handed her the popcorn and drink then seated himself.
As the previews began, Sherlock nonchalantly put his arm along the back of Molly's seat. She deliberately ignored it, taking a handful of popcorn and putting it in her mouth, then taking a sip of Coke. She offered both to her husband, and he accepted the drink for a sip, then handed it back to her. He obviously had no desire to remove his arm from the back of the seat.
Once the feature started, Molly settled back in her seat to watch. Being so far back was not her favourite position from which to view a film, but at least Sherlock was behaving.
Molly continued to eat the popcorn and sip her drink every few minutes. Sherlock still refused the popcorn, but occasionally accepted the proffered drink. Half an hour into the movie, she felt Sherlock's arm slide down from the back of her seat to cover her shoulders. She was surprised it had taken him that long.
She tried to ignore his arm and hand that was gently massaging her shoulder, just as she was trying to ignore the unmistakable sounds of kissing coming from the other two couples in the back row. She was not going to let him distract her from this film!
Then his wandering hand moved to caress her neck, sending little electrifying tingles through her body.
"Stop it," Molly hissed, turning to look at Sherlock.
He was looking at her with hooded eyes. "Stop what?"
Molly tried to remember why she was cross with him. Oh yes, the film. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but his other hand reached for her face and before she knew it, he had leaned towards her to give her a steamy kiss. The kiss went on and on, and Molly's mind kept getting foggier. His lips were so sensual and had been the cause of several of their close calls during their engagement when things had become a little heated between them. Fortunately something had always happened to interrupt them from taking things too far.
Good Lord, she thought, we are acting like those other two couples, and we are twice the age of at least the teenage pair.
Sherlock apparently was not at all concerned, he was too busy demanding a response to his fervent kisses.
In the relative darkness of the cinema, Sherlock made his next move, sliding his hand inside her blouse, reaching up to place his hand firmly over her bra. She gasped at his audaciousness.
"Sherlock, the film!" she made one last attempt, trying to use the force to make him pay attention. It didn't work.
The film was totally forgotten as Sherlock started to slide his hand under her bra. She had had enough. He was not to be stopped apparently, and she didn't want to cause a scene. "I give up," she whispered. "Let's go home. But I'm taking the popcorn."
Her naughty husband removed his hand from under her blouse, with a satisfied smirk that said I'm Sherlock Holmes, and I always get what I want.
They hastily left the theatre and headed for home.
Author's note: Sherlock was certainly being a naughty boy wasn't he? He did try to tell Molly he wasn't really interested in going to see the film, though.
What is going to happen next?
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By the way, if you want to see what happened when they went to see Titanic, you can check out my one-shot about it.
Note: Updated for revisions/corrections/better flow on 5/20/19.