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Chapter One: Wedding day worries.

It was Mary and John's wedding day. Molly was sat out on the balcony of the little three star hotel Tom had booked them into. The small of fresh baked bread and the sounds of the market below her where so different to what she was used to. "Thank you Mary." She said out load as she read her book. From what Molly had heard from the little conversion she had with Sherlock these days, she had found out that Mary could be rather stubborn. And in fact it had been her idea to get married in Belgium. Ah Bruges. What a wonderful city. Truly beautiful. Though until now she had never been and had had no real desire to come here. But now that she was she wished she had come a long time ago.

Tom had said to her that she would like it, but that she had to look out for the Irish assassins that went on holiday there. 'In Bruges.' Had a lot to answer for. He could be such a dope sometimes. There again, when you know a like Sherlock Holmes the likely hood of you meeting an assassin is very high. And at times she wondered if her fiancée would branch out and become one. The amount of times she had heard him threaten to kill Sherlock was unbelievable. (Tom was far too jealous at times.)

Molly took another sip of her light cocktail before standing to look over the Market below her. It was still early on a summer Saturday and yet it was full of busy people selling and buying whatever they needed for the week ahead.

"Molly, its eight o'clock. The wedding is not until five. Please, come back to bed." Said a deep and sleepy voice from behind. She blocked the over her eyes with her hand and looked into the far darker room towards the large bed.

Molly giggled at the pout that her fiancée gave her and began to walk back in blinking at the change of light. She lay on top of the white linen sheets looking at his odd beauty. She knew he wasn't the best looking of men, but there again she did have ever high standards. "We are on Holiday. We should be out there in the sun enjoying the few days we have left here."

"No….Molly." he said lazily has he turned her onto her back. "We should be enjoying ourselves. I.E. spending the whole day in this bed until we have to the wedding." Tom began to kiss his way down her neck and resting his chin in the valley of her breasts.

"Behave. We can't spend all day on this thing."

"Hmm let me reiterate." Tom raise himself a little before pulling the sheet that lay between the clothed Molly and his naked self away. He ran his fingers of his left hand down her thigh and up again. "Molly." He said with mock sternness.

"Yes?"

"Why are you still dressed?"

"Because you're on top of me."

"That is not a good enough excuse Miss Hooper." She giggled as he began to slowly push his hands under her top and push it over her head. He made quick work of her brown belt and long white skirt. He stared at her for a moment. Her breasts heaving from the way he had been kissing her as he undressed her. "Molly you are wearing a lot of white today."

"Well you can't wear any other colour underwear when you wear white tops and skirts."

He hummed again. "No I was thinking that you were trying to look like something that you certainly are not." Her eyes widened. "Innocent."

'Shit!' Molly thought when he described her like that. What if he knew? How long has he known? Has it only been the last two days? 'Oh god!'

He began to kiss and nip at her breasts, licking along the line of white lace that covered her nipples still. Slowly he moved down her body, removing her nickers as he went, before spreading her legs. What came after that she could not remember for the thoughts in her head were no longer lustful, but panicked all the happiness she had had not two hours since had gone. How could she have been such a fool? Such a reckless slut?! Did he know about them or was it simply an unfortunate fraise that had set her conscience on overdrive?

….

The bell rang again and again. "Three o'clock." She whispered to herself. Thankfully he was still asleep as she left him to go to the bathroom. On the way she made a quick detour to the sideboard near the door leading into the room from the landing. Molly shut and locked the door behind her and crossed the room to its second small balcony of their hotel room. She took out her phone from her white and blue Chinese style dressing gown and began to type.

We have to talk. – Molly

There was no reply. At any other time she would have not really cared, but this was John and Mary's wedding day. And she could not have it ruined by Tom and him starting a fight. She had to warn him. She sent another text and still no reply. The wedding was a five and it was already twenty passed three. She had to get ready and just hope and pray that things would be okay.

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