On to chapter two!

Woo woo! Wedding! Sex Holiday! … I mean Honeymoon!

Hehe …

Part Two - Many Happy Returns

Three days later

It was early morning, the sun had barely risen, and Sherlock and Molly were still lying in bed. It was the day of their wedding, but instead of basking in the thought of what was to come, they were arguing.

"Absolutely not Sherlock! Every single day is ridiculous!" she exclaimed, her arms crossed over her chest.

He scoffed. "How is it ridiculous? Your body will be different each day!"

She rolled her eyes, slowly blowing out a breath. "No. I am not going to constantly check my weight gain. And you're not going to measure the expanse of my stomach either!"

He pouted, looking very much so like a little boy whose sweet had been taken from him. She bit down on her bottom lip.

"How about every Monday and Friday? Would that suffice?" she asked.

Before she had a chance to say anything else he had covered her body with his own and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, slipping her hands over his sides before splaying them across his back.

"I love you, Molly Hooper," he murmured against her lips.

She smiled up at him. "I love you too. And I'm not going to be Molly Hooper for much longer!" Her eyes twinkled.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" he asked her.

"Mhmm. I'm sure."

Sherlock moved onto his side, brushing his fingertips over her cheek. "I would have thought you'd want to be married in a church, with all the frills and lace, a fancy wedding gown..."

Molly moved closer to him. "Nope. You always miss something Sherlock. I've never really cared about all that. Always seemed to me like a waste of money. Just give me a simple ceremony and a small party afterwards with my closest friends and family. That's all I need."

He cupped her cheek in his hand and tipped her head forward so that he could press his lips to hers.

They managed to leave the bed a lot later then they had originally planned to, very nearly missing their own wedding, and leaving them with no choice but to shower together to save time (not that either of them minded).

"Molly! If we don't leave now my mother will have my head!" Sherlock called out to her from the hallway.

Stifling a giggle she ran her hands down the front of her dress, stopping once they reached her stomach. Her dress was simple; an off-white colour with an empire waist and a sweetheart neckline. The hem came to her knees, and she had picked out a pair of cherry red pumps to give it a splash of colour, along with a pair of small cherry earrings.

"MOLLY!"

"Coming Sherlock!" she replied.

She rushed from the room, catching him muttering beneath his breath about the fact that she would be coming, multiple times, very soon. She gave his arm a pinch as he flashed her a naughty smirk.

They hurried from the flat, to the waiting car that would be taking them to the register office. He clasped her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

"We're really about to do this, aren't we?" she asked him, slightly breathless.

He nodded. "We are."

"Are you happy?"

He leaned forward and kissed her, cupping her face with his free hand. "More happy than I ever thought possible."

The ceremony was exactly how they had wanted it; short and sweet, with only his parents, Mycroft, John, Mary, their daughter Abigail, Mrs. Hudson and Meena. Afterwards they returned to Baker Street, where they were later joined by Detective Inspector Lestrade; he had been unable to be there for the ceremony due to being needed at the NSY.

Everyone congratulated the happy couple, and Sherlock forced himself to endure it, keeping in mind that he would soon be off with Molly, enjoying their sex holiday, alone.

Mrs. Hudson had outdone herself, even with the extremely short notice, baking them a cake and decorating the flat. She had strung white fairy lights, and put yellow carnations in vases about the room, giving the place a warm cheery glow.

Molly couldn't help but notice, even though Sherlock proved himself to be a very welcome distraction, that Lestrade was repeatedly giving Meena very non-covert glances and Meena didn't seem to be holding back either. She didn't know if it was the thrill over her own recent nuptials or not, but the thought of the two of them getting together made her very happy.

When the car arrived to take them to the airport, Sherlock nearly let out a sigh of relief, but he held it in knowing that Molly would berate him with a look. He couldn't help it though; he was not a very patient man when it came to the thought of being with her, in bed, just the two of them. He did struggle a bit more to hold himself back when everyone began to say goodbye to them and repeated their well wishes. But Molly's reassuring hand on his arm helped to keep him in check.

The moment they were alone in the car he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply, hungrily. She hummed against his lips, returning the kiss with fervour. She didn't pull away until his hands slipped beneath her dress, and his fingertips ran across the tops of her thighs.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Mr. Holmes. Not yet!" she tut-tutted.

He let out a low, disappointed growl. She nipped at his bottom lip, suckling it into her mouth.

"There will be plenty of that soon enough. We're not having our first married shag in the car!" she told him in a firm tone.

His pout was full-blown, his hands falling down to his sides, settling onto the seat. She smoothed her hands over his chest before slipping them to the back of his neck and playing with the curls at his nape.

"You are the one who suggested we return to Dorset for our honeymoon. We could have just stayed at Baker Street!"

He raised his hands, settling them on the curve of her bum. "I'm surprised at you Molly; do you really want to spend our Sex Holiday in our flat? I'd much more prefer to be alone with you then have the listening ears of Mrs. Hudson and the interruptions of Toby!"

"Mmmmm … true! It is rather nice when I can be as loud as I like. I know how much you enjoy that." She dipped her head to the side, nuzzling at his jaw line.

"Molly!" he hissed out in a warning tone.

Her movements had caused her clothed breasts to brush against his chest and her core to press down upon his growing erection.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, tilting back, her cheeks burning. "Perhaps it would be best if I moved off of you?"

He shook his head. "No. I want you to stay." He removed his hands from her bum, placing them instead at the small of her back.

"All right."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling, before capturing her lips in a slow, languid kiss. They stayed like this until the car stopped at the airport. The driver gathered their luggage, placing it on the plane as Molly and Sherlock boarded. He wanted her to sit on his lap once more, but she was insistent in not doing so.

"No. We can snog all you like, but I'm going to be in my own seat!"

He sighed, but didn't argue, instead giving himself a momentary bit of satisfaction by smoothing his hand up and down her leg as they kissed. The flight crew having been previously informed to leave them be.

"Consider yourself lucky Molly that this isn't a long flight!" he grumbled, slightly out of breath. He played a staccato beat with his fingertips along her inner thigh, before giving her seam a quick swipe with his thumb. His eyes flashed with a naughty glint when he discovered that she wasn't wearing any knickers. "You minx!" He was pleased to find that she was already soaked.

She bit down on her bottom lip, letting out a low mewl as he slipped his thumb between her folds. "Sherlock!" Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

A cheeky smirk played upon his lips as he pulled his hand out from under her dress and sucked his thumb between his lips, cleaning it of her juices. She kissed him again, tasting herself faintly on his tongue.

When they landed at the Bournemouth Airport a short time later, they were both rather breathless, and a bit flushed.

"I still can't believe you're having a helicopter take us to Clavell Tower!" she said to him as they walked off the plane.

"Well, which would you prefer? An hour's drive and a steep climb, or a ten minute flight and dropped off right at the top?" he asked as he took her hand and lead her towards the waiting helicopter.

She had to admit, there was nothing about those facts that she could argue. She settled down beside him, hooking her arm through his and laid her head upon his shoulder. Within a space of a few minutes they were once more airborne, the view gradually becoming more scenic as they flew towards the coast.

"I must say, I'm still rather shocked that you're willing to stay here for two whole weeks!" she said to him, certain she looked positively ridiculous with the headset she was forced to wear.

He smiled at her. "It's worth it if it means I am able to be alone with you. Within the space of a few months our lives will be drastically changing. I want to be able to spend as much of it as I can, alone, with you."

She kissed him, certain she would never be able to fathom what she did to deserve him, and how she would never cease to be amazed with how much he had changed.

A few minutes later the helicopter landed. Sherlock helped Molly to get off, careful that she didn't fall. Once she was safely out of the way from the propeller's he returned to the helicopter to get their luggage. With this done and him now standing beside her, the pilot gave them a final wave then lifted off. They both watched as he flew away.

Suitcases were forgotten as Sherlock turned and scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside. She giggled, nibbling on his neck. The door slamming shut behind them as he settled her onto her feet. She gave an inquisitive look when he shrugged off his suit jacket and began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Bedroom?" she questioned, remembering that it was up the stairs.

He shook his head, bending forward. "Too far," he growled out before kissing her. "You've made me wait long enough!"

She giggled again as he slipped his hands around to her back and slowly undid the zip of her dress. It fell to the floor just as she finished undoing the last of his shirt buttons and that too joined her dress. She smoothed her hands down his chest, to the tops of his trousers as he unhooked her bra. Within the space of a minute they both finished undressing.

"Table," Sherlock instructed hoarsely.

She moved towards it and he lifted her up, settling her down near the edge. He pushed her legs open before kneeling between them, placing his hands on her inner thighs. His eyes met hers, their gaze locking as he placed his mouth onto her slit and snaked out his tongue, tasting her.

Molly gusted out a breath, gripping tightly onto the edge of the table as he moved his hands further inwards so that he could spread her folds apart. He kept his eyes on hers as he dipped his tongue into her centre, before he slowly, agonizingly slowly began to fuck her with it.

"Oh Christ!"

She could feel him smiling against her as he continued to work his tongue in and out of her. "AHH!" she shrieked, he had taken her by surprise when he moved upwards slightly in order to suck her clit between his lips.

He swirled his tongue around the tender nub, leaving her centre aching to be filled. The need faded ever so slightly when her orgasm struck and she cried out. He gave her clit the tiniest of nibbles, a low whine escaping her. He stood, wiping his mouth clean. She watched him with hooded eyes as she struggled to regain her breath.

Sherlock smiled at her before cupping her face in his hands and giving her a gentle kiss. She hummed against his lips. He helped her move back slightly, so that she wasn't quite so near the edge, before he raised her legs and planted her feet firmly onto the table.

Now that she was spread before him, he stared down at the sweet, wet pinkness of her, just begging to be filled. A strangled gasp left his throat as she wrapped her hand about his length. With a hitched-in-breath he allowed her to guide him to her entrance.

"Mmmm…" she moaned, his cock head settling against her.

He held onto her hips and slid in, deep.

"Yessssssssss!" she breathed out.

He looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she leaned back onto her hands, her breasts jutting out towards him just begging to be sucked. He moved his hands until they were cupping her bum, his fingertips digging into her slightly.

"OH!"

He had pulled out, only to thrust back in, hard. He did this one, twice, three more times before deciding to settle into a slow, yet steady rhythm. Her breasts shook and bounced each time that he entered her, and he watched enthralled. When he took a taut nipple between his lips she let out a wild moan. He sucked on it hard before switching to her other breast, not missing a single thrust. By the time he raised his head, both of her nipples were quite red.

"Please Sherlock," she was nearly whining, "just a little bit harder!"

He moved one hand to her hip, the other to the small of her back so that his pelvis was pressing against her in just the right way as he quickened his pace.

"Mmmm …. Yeah … Oh yes …!" Her head had been thrown back, but now she brought it forward and opened her eyes, staring at him through half-open lids.

"Molly!" he gasped out, taking note that she was growing tighter around him. "Molly Holmes!"

"Yes! YES I AM! OHHH!"

They came together, her mouth forming a small 'o'. He slipped his arms around her, her hands lifting off of the table as her chest became pressed against his. He cradled her close, both of them breathing heavily, cheek to cheek.

Once they had caught their breath he tilted back slightly and kissed her, his softened cock still buried inside of her. When they parted he smiled at her cheekily.

"Hmmmm … I think I want another taste!" he told her.

Her eyes widened, as he lifted her up, bringing her once more to the edge of the table.

"Lie down," he instructed.

He helped her to ease onto her back, her legs parted and hanging over the edge of the table. Kneeling between them he stared at her; her folds were spread, glistening and slightly swollen. Before pressing his mouth to her, he breathed in the scent of their combined fluids. Grabbing her ankles he raised her legs so that they lay upon his shoulders, and gave her seam a quick swipe with his tongue. She cried out, her legs twitching slightly as he licked her clean, humming out his approval at the taste. He brought her close, but didn't allow her to come.

His cock was hard and throbbing once more as he stood, keeping her legs on his shoulders, her ankles crossed behind his neck. He took her hands in his, their rings clinking together, and leaned forward to raise them above her head, before pressing them down into the table. He entered her bit by bit, making certain that she felt every bump and groove of his cock as he moved in and out of her. It was a delicious torture.

He had positioned himself directly above her, carefully so that his weight wasn't pressing against her and so that he could kiss her if he so desired (he did), or tilt his head to the side so that he could mouth at her neck, all the while continuing his unhurried thrusts.

"Sherlock, Sherlock!" she whimpered, her fingers tightening around his.

He made a soft noise of acknowledgement, increasing the speed of his thrusts minutely, before giving her pulse point a tiny nibble. When he raised his head, and their eyes met once more, he smiled down at her.

"Can you come like this Molly? Can I make you come as I slowly fuck you?" he questioned, dragging out the last three words as he pulled out of her, leaving her empty and aching to be filled once more.

"Yes Sherlock! Yes!" she answered breathlessly. "You always make me come!" Her sentence ended with a sharp intake of breath as he slid back in.

She rolled her hips up to meet his and he muttered out a curse. He released one of her hands, moving his hand down to her waist, pressing her to the table. She let out a giggle, which quickly changed into a moan as he gave a quick, solid thrust.

"My clit, Sherlock! Please! My clit!" she cried.

The angle he was entering her was nearly avoiding the taut nub all together. He leaned back slightly, just enough so that he could place his hand between them so that he could stroke her.

"Mmmm … yes!"

He didn't stop his slow thrusts, timing the swipe of his thumb across her clit with each time that he entered her.

"Oh! Oh!"

Silently he watched as she became undone beneath him, a proud thrill rushing through his veins that it was because of him that she was feeling this way. She gave his hand a push and he moved it away, but continued his slow thrusts.

"Molly, Molly look at me," he murmured, and her eyes met his. "I want you to watch as I come inside of you."

"Oh fuck!"

Her walls were still fluttering around him, just enough to bring him over the edge after a few more artless thrusts. She was certain that she had never seen anything so beautiful, as an expression of pure bliss washed over his face the moment that he came. She pulled him closer to her and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.

He groaned into her mouth as his cock faintly pulsed inside of her. After a few moments, once he had lowered her legs, he helped her up into a seated position and lifted her from the table.

"If I don't take you upstairs right now, we'll never make it," he told her as he began his way up.

She chuckled softly, locking her legs about his waist. He would have gladly taken her to bed, but she protested, reminding him that their suitcases were still outside. When he returned to their bedroom, he found that she had gotten into the shower. He joined her, his hands sliding across her wet skin.

They made love once more, her body pressed against the shower wall as he filled her over and over with his length. The water was close to running cold when they at last managed to soap each other up.

Now clean, and with their hair damp, they curled up beside each other beneath the blanket and sheet and quickly fell asleep.

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Heh … no holding back on the smut here ;)

I'm making up for the slow burn that the previous fic was … hehe

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