Time Flies
"Mmm…" she mumbles in her sleep, rolling over to her stomach to press her face against the part of her pillow that hasn't been warmed by her body yet. Or have already cooled from being untouched in the past hour or so.
However, she finds herself unable to do this, because an arm suddenly darts out, snaking over and around her waist, pulling her back to her previous spot. A nose finds its way against her neck and she shivers, even in her sleep. "Sherlock…" she whines, wanting to liberate herself from his hold and towards the cool part of the bed.
A grunt is the only vocal response she gets, but she does feel his head shake slowly in refusal, the arm around her waist tightening and soon she feels herself getting pushed back against his body. "Sherlooock… You're too warm…" she insists. In her defense, it is a particularly hot night.
"Then we'll lower the temperature." he mumbles, his free arm searching for the air conditioner's remote control on his bedside table, duly adjusting the settings without lifting his head from her shoulder. He doesn't stop there, because soon enough, his lips start seeking out the exposed flesh uncovered by the wide collar of her sleeping shirt.
"Sherlock…" she groans sleepily, fighting hard to stay in slumber.
"Ssshh…" he says, right before his hand starts wandering to the hem of her shirt, slowly starting to caress her skin there.
"Sherlock seriously, I'm still asleep."
"No you're not. You're already talking…" he says in that voice that he knows she loves. "Come on, I was under the impression that newlyweds are supposed to not be able to keep their hands off each other. I need you now…"
She can't help but smile and chuckle at his words. "Uhm, love?"
He's focusing on sucking a mark onto her skin, the hand on her waist snaking upwards towards her chest. "What? Molly, just give me this. It's perfectly acceptable that a husband would desire his new wife, even in generally non-erotic situations…"
She sighs, but happily, now melting from her husband's ministrations. "Sherlock, our wedding was four years ago. We haven't been newlyweds for years now."
Sherlock just trails his lips up to kiss behind her earlobe and nibble on her ear. "The definition of newlyweds might be considered relative. But who cares? I want to make love to you right now."
Turning around, she looks at him and his serious-yet-still-slightly-playful expression. "Why so romantic all of a sudden?"
He smirks. "I'm a newlywed. I would think I'm allowed to be."
Her consequent laughter gets lost in his eager kiss.
Note: Somehow, the author believes that Sherlock Holmes is the type of man who is genuinely passionate about things he loves. Every interesting case seems like his first time, every adventure with John feels like their first case, every text from Lestrade brings him back to the very first time he asked for his help, every biscuit from Mrs. Hudson tastes like the first biscuit she's ever made for him. As such, it'd be understandable that should Sherlock Holmes find that one woman he'd love (romantically), one he'd be willing to spend every day and every night with, it would make him feel like every night is just like, or better, than the first.
In this wave, the author would like to dedicate every note to thanking the people who have started the challenges too, and also to those who are planning to join, and also to those who are still thinking about it. The more the merrier, as they say, and it definitely inspires her to see people express desire to participate.