This isn't how this story was supposed to go, hey ho. I've scrapped the original story, because I do like it when characters wander off on their own.
There may be another chapter in here, but I am going to fill in some gaps in the canon after this.
Hope you enjoy xxx
"Lucy, I think we should leave here now" John told her gently, as she stood over the now unconscious Jim Moriarty still secured to the filthy bed.
"Why?" she asked him placing her instruments of torture on a heatproof dish by her victims head.
"I think John is worried about your sanity, Querida" Sherlock told her fondly, investigating the bonds she had used on his enemy like a connoisseur.
"Are you Sherlock?" she asked him, walking over to John and snuggling into his arms. She placed small kisses on the older mans bare arms, and he pulled her into an embrace.
"No, I'm not worried about your sanity but I do think we should leave here. Interpol have been informed, and it won't be long before the place is swarming with Guardia." Sherlock explained. He stretched up and with a look towards John he swept out leaving them alone in the room.
"Are you really alright Lucy?" John asked holding her slightly away from him, and using her body to block out the scene in front of him. "This is quite, disturbing, I'm really worried about you."
"He kidnapped and hurt me John, he hurt you and Sherlock, he killed people and would kill us all, he threatened my boys, I think I was rather gentle considering." She laughed a gentle sweet laugh, squeezed his hand, and without a backward glance followed her husband down the stairs. John looked around the room, blew out the candle, and followed the pair down the stairs.
They returned to the waiting car, and as John pulled out of the drive, Sherlock told him to turn left out on to the road. This was the opposite direction to the one they had traveled in, and John gave him a quizzical look.
"We are going to the villa?" Lucy asked from the back of the car.
"Yes, for once I am taking Fatcroft's advice, and we are going to lie low for a few days." Sherlock answered, "the boys are safe with Mummy, our last case has finished, I thought we could do with a holiday." The lie was too smooth and both John and Lucy heard it. Sherlock knew they didn't believe him, but he wanted to disappear for a few days in case questions were asked, and as Mycroft had given him permission to use the Holme's family retreat, he thought he could cope with a few days of delicious stagnation in John and Lucy's arms.
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James Moriarty was brought round gently, by the feeling of a warm flannel dabbing at his face. For a moment he thought that awful Holmes bitch was trying some new means of torture. Then he realized his hands and neck were no longer bound.
"Don't speak sir, it will hurt a lot if you speak" the deep voice of his chief of staff, Col. Sebastian Moran implored him.
"What happened?" Moriarty asked, struggling against the pain and sitting up.
"Mr Holmes, came and took his wife away, the Guardia are on their way to collect you, so we are going to have to leave, I have a car downstairs, if you think your up to it?" Moran explained, picking a pair of jeans and a hooded top out of a sports bag he'd brought with him. "It's not Westwood I'm afraid, but it should do for the minute, I followed Holmes and Watson here, from the airport, they have return tickets, and one for Mrs Holmes, so they should be back in London in a few hours." He threw the clothes at his boss, and walked downstairs leaving him with some privacy.
"Next time I'm just going to kill Sherlock himself" Moriarty explained, gently easing himself into Moran's car. "I never want to meet that mad bitch again."
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John sat on the chaise longue under the curtained porch and watched Lucy swimming length after length of the large outdoor swimming pool. When Sherlock had first mentioned the families' Spanish house, he had assumed it would be an old stone farm, like the one Lucy was held in. Nothing had prepared him for the large luxurious complex he was currently staying in. Bright green Cyprus trees framed crisp white walls, and warm marble slabs covered every path, running into the house and framing the floors of every ground floor room. Sherlock clearly disliked the house, and had spent the last 2 days either in their room, which he claimed was ugly, or in the basement refusing to speak to them. Lucy loved the house, when they had arrived she had dragged John through the various rooms, 'opening' the house. There were eight ensuite bedrooms and 4 staff rooms. A large country kitchen, and dining room, two lounges, and a library as well as a number of rooms, which seemed to hold no function whatsoever. Lucy explained that when Lord Holme's died , Mummy Holmes had discovered the family owned a rundown 330-acre finca near Marbella and had insisted this Villa be built for family holidays. However no one but Lucy and occasionally Mycroft used it, Lucy liked to bring the boys here for at least a week in the summer, and Mycroft used it sporadically as a retreat.
Lucy stepped up out of the water, her frame shimmering in the bright sun, and waved happily to John. He squinted through dark aviator sunglasses, he found in his case, left he assume by one of Mycroft's agents at the Villa. He couldn't remember if Lucy had been wearing a bikini when she'd entered the water, and with the bright sun it was impossible to tell. Even in the shade of the porch he was uncomfortably hot, and the swell under his swimming trunks was blatant. He shifted uncomfortably as his lover's wife came and lay against him on the couch.
"Where's Sherlock?" she drawled sleepily, playing with the buttons of John's open shirt.
"The basement again, I think" John told her his breath catching as she ran an exploratory finger down his chest to the band of his trunks.
"Do you think we should go and find him? Or do think he wouldn't mind us playing on our own for a bit?" her voice was light and teasing, but filled with lust. In reply John pulled her head up to meet his, and pushed his lips hard against hers. Her tongue exploring his mouth hungrily, as his hands ran over her wet naked body. She placed a gentle probing hand against his manhood, and he groaned into her mouth.
"You know there's an empress sized bed upstairs?" he stuttered with ragged breath, pulling himself away from her for a moment, "It really would be more comfortable." She looked him in the eye and nodded.
"Only if you carry me!" she glared playfully, forming a pout. He stood and swept her up into his arms, and started walking through the house.
They had a little over ten minutes together before Sherlock had joined them. All in all it had been a rather enjoyable afternoon, and Sherlock had cheered up. After a few hours in the large gold colored empress bed they had fallen asleep in a tangle of limbs and blankets. Now Sherlock had woken Lucy and they had shifted together, leaving John lying alone on one side of the bed.
"Are you really alright?" He asked her
"You've been downstairs all this time talking to Mycroft, what does he think?" She asked him, glancing at John who was shifting in his sleep.
"That I should leave you here indefinitely, you'd be happy enough, he could send baby John out to you. You could write another book." He sounded ghastly happy, and Lucy knew it was an act.
"Moriarty escaped then?" she asked
"Of course, Mycroft's blaming me officially and you personally." He laughed, but looked worried.
"What will he do if I refuse? What if I decide leaving my eldest son in the care of Lady Holmes, is not what I want? Will he have me killed?" There was laughter in her voice now, used to standing up to the Holmes family.
"I don't know." It was odd hearing that from Sherlock Holmes, and quiet descended on them both. "Come back to Baker Street with us, come and live with us Mycroft can go hang, bring the boys and stay with us. It will make John happy, you and the boys will be safe, we have the room, it makes perfect sense." Sherlock's pleading voice had roused John, and he was sitting up looking questioningly at the pair.
"I'll think about it, give me a few days like this, and I'll definitely consider it." She told her husband kissing him bluntly in front of his lover.
Oh as you may have noticed I can't write sex scenes!
It doesn't sound right in my head!
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Jas xx