A/N: Sorry about the extended hiatus, dear readers. Things just got in the way, but I hope this was worth the wait.

Molly woke up Saturday morning to the sight of a sleeping cat on top of a sleeping husband. She smiled to herself then grabbed her mobile.

"Do it and no sex for a week," Sherlock murmured, smirking with his eyes still closed, just after she took a photo.

She smirked, saying playfully, "Like you can go that long, sex demon."

Sherlock opened his eyes and grinned at her. "I can go as long as I need to."

Molly leaned to kiss him softly. "Alright, fine, but do you really want to?"

"I won't have to if my beloved wife doesn't show the world my sweet side." He reached up to stroke Devil's head and the little cat purred.

She grinned. "Oh, so only I get to see it?"

"Of course." Sherlock reached over to touch her stomach. "You and the baby. Good morning, Baby Girl Holmes." He gently pulled Molly down for a kiss. "Good morning, Mrs. Holmes."

Molly smiled softly. "Good morning, Mr. Holmes." She settled down next to him, her head on his shoulder. "We should think of a name, we can't call her Baby Girl Holmes forever."

Sherlock smiled. "Love, we have thirty-eight weeks, plenty of time."

She smiled a bit. "Uh huh. The time will fly by, just you watch." She turned her head to softly kiss his shoulder. "What did you want to do today?"

He chuckled. "By 'what,' I think you mean 'who,' and the answer is always you."

"Mmm, good answer, but is that all you want to do?"

"We are still on our honeymoon, Molly." He kissed her hair. "I'm not inside you right now only because I'm being held captive by a five-pound cat."

Molly chuckled then gently picked up Devil and set him on the floor. She grinned at her husband. "Better?"

"Much." He gently pushed her onto her back then kissed her deeply as his hand moved between her legs.

She kissed him back, moaning into his mouth, her hands coming up to clutch his shoulders. Sherlock kissed her chin, starting a line down her body, pausing to give special attention to each breast. At her stomach, he smiled a bit.

"Right now would be an excellent time to take a nap, Baby Girl. You don't want to hear what your parents are about to do." He softly kissed her stomach.

Molly smiled softly. "I don't think she can hear yet, sexy, so nothing to worry about there."

He grinned up at her then kissed his way down her stomach, making Molly squirm. She was about to ask him to get on with it already when she felt his tongue on her clit.

"Oh God…" she moaned, her hips jerking.

"Nope," Sherlock murmured, his breath warm on her flesh, "just a fallen angel seeking grace."

"Grace! That's it!" Molly said excitedly.

Sherlock raised his head, confused. "What?"

"Her name! We'll call her Grace!"

He groaned quietly. "Molly, we're on our honeymoon, I had my head between your lovely legs, and you're thinking about baby names?"

"What do you mean?" Molly was just as confused. "I've been thinking about what I'd name our baby since you proposed." She quickly wriggled her legs out of his hold then got up and pulled on her dressing gown.

Sherlock stared at her, dumbfounded. "Molly…"

"I've got to text Mary, she'll know what will work as a middle name." Phone in hand, she was about to walk away from the bed when she felt a hand on her shoulder then she was spun around and held tightly to her husband's chest. She would've protested but her lips were very much occupied by his. Molly melted in his arms, Sherlock's kiss, as always, leaving her weak in the knees and incredibly wet.

Sherlock murmured in her ear, "I'm afraid you leave me no choice, Molly, I'm going to have to take you just like this." He lowered her to the plush carpet, the white silk dressing gown still tied around her waist.

Molly wrapped her legs around his waist, murmuring, "I have no objections, Sherlock." She grinned up at him.

He chuckled. "I thought you wouldn't." He lowered his head to kiss her deeply, one arm around her while the other hand guided his cock to her entrance.

"Oh God, fill me, Sherlock," she murmured. "Now."

"As you command, my love." He slid into her fully, both of them groaning from the pleasure of it. Sherlock had both arms around her and buried his face in her neck as he started to take her hard and fast.

Molly clutched at his shoulders, her heels digging into his arse. "Just like that…" She moaned his name as her pleasure built. Sherlock nipped her shoulder and Molly started to come hard.

Sherlock groaned loudly as her walls squeezed him, triggering his own climax. His seed filled her then he laid his head on her shoulder, utterly spent.

Molly reached up to stroke his curls as her breathing slowed. "To think that I can reduce an incubus with centuries of experience to a breathy, shuddering mess, well, that certainly helps my ego."

He chuckled softly, his breath soft and warm against her neck. "I've had centuries of experience, yes, but not with someone I love. Making love is different."

"Mmm, tell me more, husband," she murmured, smiling.

"When I'm with you, I put my heart and soul into it. I want to give you all the pleasure I can, not to show off but because I want to show you just how much I love you."

She kissed his hair. "You always do, Sherlock. I have no doubts of how much I mean to you, or how much I arouse you."

"Mmm… Something else to help your ego – no other woman I've been with has turned me on nearly as much or as often as you." He paused then lifted his head to look at her, smiling apologetically. "Did that come out right?"

Molly smiled back lovingly. "Yes, Sherlock. It's just what I needed to hear."

Saturday afternoon found Mycroft and Sally in the men's department of a clothing store at the mall. She was trying to get him to try on different pairs of jeans, he was trying to avoid the garments in question entirely.

"You've got to try on something, Mycroft," Sally said, exasperated. "We're not leaving until you pick out at least two pairs of jeans."

"Then I hope you are prepared for a long wait," he said, smirking. Mycroft leaned to murmur in her ear, "I've had four thousand years to perfect my obstinateness, my dear. You, despite all your charms, will not defeat me." He softly kissed her cheek before he straightened, still smirking at her.

The wicked grin Sally gave him made him wonder if he hadn't badly misjudged the situation. "Oh, Mycroft, you haven't seen all my charms yet," she purred, one fingertip slowly running from the bottom of his waistcoat to the knot in his tie. "Pick out some jeans and I'll show you what I bought at Victoria's Secret while you were looking at brollies."

Mycroft simultaneously felt his cheeks flush and his mouth go dry at the possibilities that flooded his mind. "I … er … don't think that would be appropriate…"

"Not in the middle of the store, no," her eyes twinkled, "but in our bedroom tonight? Definitely appropriate."

Our bedroom? He was about to point out her slip when he noticed a familiar couple walking towards them. Mycroft groaned. Can I not have one moment alone with her?

"Hi," Molly said, smiling brightly. "Fancy meeting you two here." She and Sherlock each held multiple shopping bags from various stores.

Sally grinned. "Hi. Thought you two would be holed up in your bedroom, what with you going back to work on Monday."

Molly giggled and Mycroft decided not to comment on the slight blush on her cheeks, or the barest hint of color on his brother's.

"Molly decided that we needed a few things," Sherlock said, smiling a bit. "A few turned into a few dozen."

Molly grinned at her him. "You bought as much as I did, Sherlock."

"Did I?" Sherlock asked, feigning innocence. He looked down at the bags he held then back at her, grinning. "I suppose I did." He looked at the pairs of jeans Sally was holding then smirked at Mycroft. "You're fighting a losing battle there, brother mine. Best concede now and pray she goes easy on you."

Mycroft glanced at the jeans then at Sally. "I fear my inamorata is in a take-no-prisoners mood."

"Your fears are justified," she said, grinning, as she held out the jeans to him and tilted her head to the side. "Dressing room's that way."

With a resigned sigh, he took the jeans and headed towards the dressing room.

As soon as he left, Sally beamed. "Did you hear what he called me?"

"His girlfriend, in Italian," Molly said, almost as happy.

"First time he's said something like that in public, and to family, no less! This could actually work."

"Of course it'll work," Sherlock said, smirking. "He's completely smitten with you. Now if you could just get him off his high horse."

"I decided to respect his choice. If he changes his mind, great! If not, well," she smiled a bit, "let's just say I'm hoarding batteries."

Molly snickered. "What was it you were saying about Victoria's Secret when we came over?"

"Victoria's Secret? Wouldn't wearing skimpy lingerie around him be playing dirty?" Sherlock asked, smirking.

Sally smiled a bit. "I wouldn't exactly call this skimpy." She opened the bag and showed them the lace-edged rose satin camisole and shorts set. "The important bits are covered."

"Still, it might be just the spark you need to light his fire," Sherlock said.

"I just didn't want to wear my threadbare cotton pajamas while I'm sharing the bed with my boyfriend." She looked up as he approached them. "Or should I say inamorato?"

"Whichever word you feel comfortable with," Mycroft said. He held one pair of jeans. "I settled on this pair." He smiled a bit. "Is that sufficient for you?"

"Nope," she said, grinning. "You settled on a style, but you've only got one color, blue. Get a black pair too then we'll be done."

He rolled his eyes but did as he was told.

Anthea was in the sitting room, watching a documentary about social customs when her fiancé came in, muttering to himself. She paused the show and smiled up at him slightly. "Hello, Myrddin. Still getting nowhere with Devil?"

He looked up and smiled weakly when he saw her. "Hi, baby. I wish it were something that easy. I'm trying to find ways that Nimue can be defeated." He sat down next to her.

"Are you certain it was her? Why would she want to contend with you when she knows you're more powerful?'

"She knows I have weaknesses now – you, my family and friends, and now Arthur. My king is safe, thankfully. As much as I'd like to, I can't send the rest of you to Avalon. It's only open to those that need healing."

"None of us would agree to go anyway."

He smiled a bit. "That's the other problem. Almost everyone can take care of themselves, except Mycroft and Molly. He's never fought, has he?"

"No. He refused to fight in the angelic civil war, and has avoided all physical conflicts since."

"Will you teach him?"

Anthea raised an eyebrow. "I … suppose. Sally might be a better choice, though."

"I'll talk to them. As for Molly, she's under angelic and demonic protection, but I think some magical protection won't hurt either." He reached up and pulled a large, leather-covered book out of thin air then started flipping through it.

"Spellbook?" she asked.

"Yeah. I've learned, and created, thousands of spells, I need something to keep them all straight." He started reading, chuckling to himself every so often.

She could tell he would be lost in the book for a while so she started the documentary again, smiling to herself when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he read.

That night, Mycroft was washing dishes when he heard Sally come into the kitchen. He looked up and nearly dropped both his jaw and the dish he was holding. As it was, his thought process was reduced to the simplest words. Legs. Long legs. Arms. Skin. So much skin. Lovely skin. Soft skin. Kissable skin.

Sally grinned. "I thought you'd like it."

Am I blushing again, or did she turn up the thermostat? "Er … yes … perhaps too much." Her face fell and Mycroft felt like kicking himself. He quickly finished the dishes then dried his hands before reaching for hers. "To be fair, you could make a burlap sack incredibly alluring."

Sally laughed softly. "Thanks, I think." She softly kissed his cheek. "I really didn't buy this to get you hot and bothered. I wanted something nice to wear to bed, but if it gets you too worked up, I can put something else on."

Mycroft watched her for a moment, smiling fondly. "You truly are too good for me."

Sally rolled her eyes. "Don't start that again, Mike."

He raised an eyebrow. "Mike?"

She grinned. "Mike. Mikey. C'mon, with a name like Mycroft, you've got to have a nickname."

"No one has ever dared." He gave her his most intimidating look.

Sally just grinned wider. "Even when you were growing up?"

"Angels are full-grown when they're created. Our first year is spent developing mentally and emotionally, then we are considered as mature and ready for responsibilities as any older angel."

"So, no childhood and only a year of being young?" Sally asked sympathetically. "Sounds awful."

"It's not, at least not when you don't know any other way." He smiled a bit. "To me, childhood seems strange, and adolescence seems like, frankly, several years of awkward, hormonal hell."

Sally laughed. "It basically is. But there are some good things too."

"Such as?"

"Your first kiss with someone you fancy." She kissed him softly. "Snogging in the backseat of a car."

He raised an eyebrow. "That sounds more uncomfortable than enjoyable."

She shrugged. "It usually was, but when a teenager's hormones are raging, it's hard to notice much else." She smiled fondly. "Being in love for the first time. Or the fiftieth, really."

And what number am I? Mycroft wondered. He almost gave voice to his thoughts then decided it would put her on the spot and that wasn't his intention. "What were you like as a teenager?"

Sally smiled a bit. "Skinny, all limbs until I was fifteen, then my figure filled out. I was a tomboy until uni, then my roommate showed me how much fun it could be to be girly and have all the boys chase you. But in my teen years, you could always find me on the pitch, in a pool, or up a tree. Drove my mother mad. 'Sarah Maude Donovan, get down from that tree right now!'" She giggled at her own impression.

Mycroft smiled a bit. "Sarah?"

She blushed slightly. "Um, yeah, my real name is Sarah. I started going by Sally when I was five. The only people who ever call me Sarah are my parents, and only when I'm in trouble."

"And when is that?"

She smirked. "Last time was a couple of years ago, when I brought a Conservative MP home for dinner."

He chuckled. "We've gotten off-topic."

"Yeah, do want me to change?"

"No. It'll take a Herculean effort on my part but to be honest, you look lovely and confident in that and I would hate to take that from you."

She beamed at him. "Thank you, Mycroft."

"You're welcome, my dear."

That night, Mycroft watched as Sally slept. It's hard enough to fight my own desires, but to fight mine and hers? Exhausting. He sighed quietly. Would giving in really be such a bad thing? His fingers idly played with her curls as he prayed for guidance.

The next day, Sunday, Mycroft woke to the sensation of a feather-light kiss on his nose. He chuckled. "Good morning, my dear." He opened his eyes to see Sally grinning down at him.

"Morning. I would've let you sleep longer but we have a visitor."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know who?"

"I don't think it's a 'want,' more of a 'need' – it's Dimmock."

Mycroft groaned quietly then glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "It's only half-past seven in the morning. Can't you ask him to come back at a decent hour?"

"He said he needed to see you before he went to work."

He sighed heavily. "Very well…" He reluctantly got out of bed and pulled his dressing gown on over his pajamas, noting that Sally also had hers on. "Did you happen to buy anything else at Victoria's Secret?"

She smirked. "No, but I could. Tell you what – be nice to Dimmock and anyone else we might run into this week and I'll go on a shopping spree."

"A week on my best behavior?" Mycroft asked. "You're asking an awful lot of me, my dear."

Sally grinned. "Victoria's Secret, Mike."

"You're the only person who can get away with calling me that," he said, smiling a bit, "but please, only in private. I have a reputation to protect, after all."

"Uh huh." She kissed his cheek then led the way to the sitting room.

Dimmock was sitting on the sofa but stood up as soon as they came in. Mycroft groaned inwardly at the younger angel's smirk.

"I take it this isn't a social call, Captain," he said.

"I'm here at Lady Elizabeth's behest."

"I gathered that. What does she want?"

"She has sent me to ensure that you are, as she put it, 'behaving yourself and not falling back on bad habits.'" Dimmock eyed their pajamas. "Looks like I got here just in time."

"Nothing happened," Mycroft said, more forcefully than he meant to.

"If you want to go back to Heaven, make sure it stays that way. I'll check on you periodically."

"Next time, Dimmock, could you do it at a decent hour?" Sally asked, annoyed.

"I can't make any promises," Dimmock said, smiling a bit. "Sorry, Sally. I'll see myself out."

As soon as he was gone, Mycroft sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. He couldn't help flinching when he felt Sally put her hand on his shoulder as she sat down beside him.

"Hey," she said softly. "Don't be like that, talk to me."

After a moment, he lowered his hands but kept his eyes on them, his voice quiet. "Last night, I wanted nothing more than to take you in my arms and…" He trailed off. "I was torn. I prayed for guidance and what happens? Renatus comes and tells me to 'behave.' If that's not a clear sign that we shouldn't be involved, I don't know what is."

"Now just a minute," Sally said, annoyed, "you and I were doing just fine before Dimmock showed up. Yes, we're attracted to each other and yes, it's getting harder to keep our hands off each other but dammit, Mycroft, you're the most decent man I've ever met and I am not giving you up now."

"Sally-"

"If you say, 'this is for the best' or 'we're better off alone,' I swear to God, I'll kick your arse."

Mycroft managed a small smile. "That's a rather weak threat, coming from you. Not that you couldn't kick my arse."

"Yeah, well, really don't want to threaten my boyfriend." She took his hands in hers. "And you're still my boyfriend, Mycroft. I'm not letting you go that easily."

He looked down at their hands, sighing heavily. "I don't want to lose you, but I also cannot lose my only chance of returning home."

Sally was quiet for a full minute. Finally, she said quietly, "Would a home with me really be so bad?"

His head jerked up, his eyes meeting hers. "It's not that. When my time is over, I will either be in Heaven or Hell, there is no alternative."

"But Portia-"

"Was an exception. I cannot expect that the same courtesy would be extended to myself."

"You're saying that if you did have a choice, you'd stay with me?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid-"

"Stop," she said firmly. "That's all I needed to hear." She pulled her hands away, glaring at him.

"Sally-"

"Save it, Mycroft. In case you haven't noticed, we've got a good thing going here. I thought we both wanted to see where it went, but I guess I was wrong."

She got up and stormed out of the room. Mycroft quickly got up and followed her. When she reached the bedroom, she turned in the doorway to glare at him.

"Unless you want to see me naked, I suggest you go back to the sitting room."

"Sally, please, let me explain."

She shut the door in his face.

He took a deep breath then spoke through the door. "Sally, you must understand that Heaven is the only home I have ever known. It's the only home I've ever wanted. Anthea can make a home on Earth because she wasn't satisfied with her life in Heaven, but I simply cannot see myself anywhere else."

There were several minutes of silence. Mycroft found himself becoming more and more tense with each passing moment. Finally, the door opened and he sighed with relief when he saw that she had simply gotten dressed, then he saw her face.

Sally glared at him. "I'm going out. I need a couple of hours away from you right now, Mycroft. While I'm gone, you need to decide what it is you want. If it's us, then we'll just go on as we have. But if it's not us, well, things are going to have to change dramatically."

"I … understand."

"I should bloody hope so." She sighed quietly then she kissed his cheek, her tone much softer. "In case it's not clear, I want us."

"It's clear," he said softly. "It's very clear. I must decide if I want the same."

Molly woke to the sound of her mobile ringing. She picked it up and glanced at the display. Sally, and it's way too early for anyone to be calling on a Sunday. Sighing quietly, she pushed the button. "Sally, if your first words aren't 'this is an emergency,' I'm hanging up right now."

"This is an emergency of the relationship sort."

"Is Mycroft okay?" she asked, sitting up in bed.

"Physically, yeah." Sally described what had happened with Dimmock and after.

Molly reached out to idly play with one curl of her sleeping husband's hair. "So, you and Mycroft had your first argument."

"Yeah. Now he's deciding our fate. God, I need chocolate."

She giggled. "Come on over, I'll see if I can get Sherlock to make chocolate pancakes."

"You're a lifesaver."

Sherlock listened to Molly talk to Sally with growing amusement. Making pancakes for the woman he was sure to be his future sister-in-law wasn't how he had planned to spend the last day of his honeymoon, but he knew it would make Molly happy. And a happy Molly means a happy Sherlock, he thought, chuckling softly as Molly hung up.

"I knew you were awake," she murmured, grinning at him.

He sat up, grinning back. "No, you didn't."

"Are you okay with making breakfast?"

"I'm not thrilled at the idea of doing anything today that requires leaving this room, but I'll make an exception for family." He took her hand then kissed it softly. "Just promise you'll turn off your phone tonight."

She smiled a bit. "I can't, I have to work tomorrow."

He groaned quietly. "Why couldn't my brother and his girlfriend have their almost-lovers spat yesterday?"

Molly giggled. "Next time, we'll ask them to be more considerate of other people's sex lives when they can't see eye-to-eye."

Sherlock chuckled. "Should we invite Anthea and Mary to your Girls' Morning In or let them sleep?"

She smirked. "Ooo, Girls' Morning In, I like the sound of that. I'll text them." She got up and pulled on her pajamas and dressing gown.

"I suppose this means I need to put something on too," he said, smiling a bit.

Molly grinned at him. "As much as I'd love to see you wearing nothing but your Kiss The Cook apron, your bare bum is something only I get to witness."

"Perhaps we should save that for our anniversary."

"I'll hold you to that."

Anthea woke to the sound of her mobile chirping. She picked it up then grinned at Molly's invitation. Breakfast with my friends, no men except Sherlock, does sound like fun, but I should see what Myrddin is doing first. She got out of bed and pulled on her robe then went down the hall.

The master suite's door was closed, which meant he was still asleep. She knocked lightly. "Myrddin?"

There was a muffled sound then silence.

Anthea slowly opened the door and found Myrddin asleep on the bed. He was laying on his stomach, the sheet only coming up to his waist. She itched to run a hand over the muscles in his bare back then silently chided herself. You have to behave, no matter how tempting he is.

As soon as she sat down on the edge of the bed, Myrddin murmured, his eyes still closed, "I'm not wearing pants."

She felt her cheeks warm but couldn't help smiling. "Where are your pajamas?"

He opened his eyes and grinned at her. "Would you believe they're all in the hamper?"

Anthea grinned back. "Coming from anyone else, yes. From you, not a bit."

Myrddin chuckled as he turned over, one hand keeping the sheet from slipping. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's early. I told you, people usually sleep in Sunday mornings."

"You did, and I was, but I received a text from Molly – she's invited me over for breakfast. Sally will be there, maybe Mary as well. Molly's calling it a Girls' Morning In. I'd like to go, but I wanted to know if you had any plans for breakfast."

"Nothing formal." He smiled gently. "You know they'll be talking about the men in their lives, right? And possibly their love lives. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Her face felt even warmer. "I, um, was hoping to learn from them."

"Ah." Myrddin's grin widened. "I'm always available if you want to test out their advice."

"I know, but I also know you're patient." She leaned to kiss him softly. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Say hi to everyone for me."

"I will." She grinned. "Perhaps Devil would like to come over, you can continue his training."

Myrddin chuckled. "That's a lost cause, but I'm sure Father would rather not have him underfoot with so many people at the flat."

"I'll ask them." Her eyes strayed to his lower half beneath the sheet.

He smiled a bit. "You're welcome to look as much as you like, of course, but since I'm trying to be a gentleman, maybe you should step outside so I can get dressed."

She dragged her eyes up to his face, her face flaming now. "Right, yes, of course." She leaned to kiss him softly then she got up and left the room, Myrddin's chuckles following her.

Molly, Sally, Mary, and Anthea watched from the peninsula as Sherlock made pancakes. Her husband made it look easy and she saw that as one more attractive thing about him.

Mary grinned. "Have you discovered all of his talents yet, Molly?"

Even with his back turned, Molly just knew Sherlock was smirking. "I'm always finding something new he's good at."

"Good?" Sherlock asked, mock-insulted, as he brought over the first plate and gave it to Sally.

"Exceptional," Molly said, grinning. "Masterful. Genius."

"Better," he murmured, then he kissed her cheek before going back to the stove.

Sally topped her pancakes with chocolate syrup then took a bite. "Mmm… Sherlock, your cooking gets better every time I try it."

Sherlock chuckled as he started on the next stack. "Thank you, Donovan."

"You're welcome."

"So," Molly said, "tell us what happened with Mycroft."

Sally's smile shifted to something harder. "He has to make a decision – Heaven, Hell, or me."

"You make a lifetime with you sound like Purgatory," Sherlock said.

"I don't think he'd even think it was that nice," Sally muttered. "Of course, there's no guarantee that they'd even let us stay together, but even if they did, Mycroft has made it pretty clear he would rather just go back to Heaven."

"Are you sure about that?" Molly asked. "He seemed pretty smitten at the store."

"That was yesterday." She told them about Dimmock's visit. "I told Mycroft he had to decide."

Sherlock laid a plate in front of Mary. "If it's any consolation, I've never seen my brother like this. I'm sure he'll choose you."

Sally looked at Anthea. "You've known him a long time, Anthea. What do you think?"

Anthea shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Mycroft is very much a man who believes in the status quo. For him, being forced out of Heaven, possibly permanently, is more than he can bear. It's not that he doesn't care about you. Living here for the rest of his life would be seen as losing what he sees as his rightful place. He feels he could never make a home here, never be happy."

"Then I'll prove him wrong," Sally said firmly just as Sherlock set a plate in front of Anthea.

"I'll help, just say the word," he said, grinning. "I love proving my brother wrong."

"Thanks, Sherlock."

"You're welcome." He made Molly's pancakes then while the ladies were eating, he texted his brother.

10:03a You really need to get your head out of your arse. S

10:08a I take it Sally is there. M

10:09a Correct. You should be begging her to let you spend the rest of your life with her. S

10:14a You know nothing is ever that simple, Sherlock. M

10:15a Bullshit. Get over here or you will lose her. And that for you would be worse than Hell. S

10:19a How can I commit to her when my part of me will always long for home? M

10:20a I think you're confused about where your home truly is. S

Sally knew, absolutely knew that Sherlock was texting his brother and she was dying to know what Mycroft had to say for himself, but decided it could wait. She sipped her coffee then sighed overdramatically. "Enough about my romantic dilemma." She grinned. "So, four ladies," her grin widened as Sherlock came to stand beside his wife, coffee cup in hand, "and an incubus. Whatever shall we talk about?"

"S-E-X, of course," Sherlock said, smirking. "That is, unless the topic makes anyone uncomfortable."

Everyone looked at Anthea, who blushed a bit. "Um, no, that's fine. I actually was hoping to pick up some, er, pointers."

"Communication is key," Mary said without hesitation. "If you like something, or don't like something, tell him. Make sure he truly listens. That's how you learn each other."

"But Myrddin has experience, what else does he need to learn?"

"He may have experienced sex plenty of times," Molly said, "but he's never had sex with you. He doesn't know what turns you on, what positions you like, that kind of thing."

"But I don't know those things either."

"Then you'll learn together," Mary said. "Every couple, no matter how experienced either of them is, has to learn each other. That can take a lifetime."

"Don't get discouraged if things aren't perfect right away," Sally said, smiling a bit. "It's okay if sex is awkward and unsatisfying at first. It'll get better."

"I just don't want to disappoint him," Anthea said, looking down at her coffee.

Sherlock chuckled. "Anthea, my son worships the ground you walk on. Believe me, the only way you could disappoint him is by not being yourself."

Molly nodded. "Just relax and let things happen naturally. Your love and friendship will see you through even the most awkward parts." She smiled. "Just remember to keep your sense of humor. If you can't laugh in bed, there's something wrong." Sherlock kissed the top of her head and she beamed up at him.

Anthea smiled softly. "I'll remember that."