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Part Seven - The Art of Coddling
Molly was lying on the sofa on her back, one arm draped across her eyes. "Sherlock, I am not starting my Maternity Leave an entire month before its necessary. Stop being so ridiculous!" she said to him, after the thousandth time of him giving her this suggestion. "Some women work right up until their due date, you know!"
It was just like when she had gone back to work after her appendix-removal surgery; he had put up the same amount of fight that time too.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You are NOT going to do that. And I really don't understand why you are so against starting your leave a bit early!"
"Because I don't need to!" she explained, as she lifted her arm and directed a determined look towards him where he sat in his chair. "I'm perfectly healthy, there's nothing medically that's putting the baby at risk, I haven't been placed on bed rest, and I sit when I need to."
"Yes but you're-"
"Sherlock."
His mouth snapped shut.
"I'm not doing autopsies. I'm working only in the lab, or overseeing the work of the interns. And I no longer get scheduled for graveyard shifts. Dr. Rasgotra is well aware of what my job is, I've discussed with her the precautions I need to take, and I am taking them. I wouldn't do anything that would harm our child." She placed her hand upon the swell of her stomach.
He stood from his chair and walked over to her. "That's not at all what I am implying, Molly. I would never think that." He covered his hand with her own as he lowered himself down beside her. "I just want you and the baby to be happy and comfortable."
She smiled. "At the moment we both are. And if for any reason I start feeling unwell, or more tired than usual, then I'll start my Maternity Leave, all right?"
He hesitated for a moment before nodding.
Her smile widened. "You just want me home, under your watchful eye. I know you. If you could, you'd be analyzing the changes in my body every minute!"
He pretended to look affronted. "I would do no such thing! Every hour at least, not every minute, let's not get too extreme!"
She laughed. "Come here you silly man."
He leaned forward and their lips met.
"Hmmm... I think the baby is hungry!" she said when they pulled apart.
Sherlock's expression was a bit wary. "And what does the Holmes offspring crave today?"
She bit down on her bottom lip. "Chocolate sauce and pickles."
He blinked for several seconds then stood. "Your wish is my command!" He stood and strode towards the kitchen.
Two days later Sherlock was once more sat in his chair, fingers steepled with the tips against his mouth. He was waiting. Molly would be arriving home from work any minute now, and he was desperate to see her. He had been working on a case (on her insistence), it had taken him all night and he had not returned to the flat until long after she had left for work.
The sound of the front door opening reached his ears. He sat up, leaning forward in anticipation. But when he heard her tread upon the stairs, slow and heavy-footed, he jumped to his feet and rushed towards the door, swinging it open. Her head was bent, her chin tucked against her chest,
"Molly?"
It was clear to him that something was wrong, very wrong. She didn't reply, continuing her sluggish climb up the stairs. The moment she reached the landing he stepped forward and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her into the flat, before shutting the door behind them. Her arms instantly looped around his hips, as she pressed her face into his chest.
"Molly?" he repeated, nervous energy coursing through his veins. He refrained from allowing himself to deduce what was the matter.
Her voice was soft and low, tinged with weariness, when she at last spoke. "You win, Sherlock."
"Hmmm?" He leaned back and looked at her.
She kept her gaze down. "I want to stay at home until I have the baby. I don't want to go back to Barts, feeling and looking like this."
"Molly?" He cupped her chin in his hand, raising her head so that she had no choice but to look at him. "Molly, what happened?"
Her eyes flooded with tears. "Stupid hormones!" she growled as she wiped at them furiously.
"Molly, please tell me what happened."
Another tear fell down her cheek and he gently brushed it away.
"It was one of the lab technicians, LuAnn. She's never liked me, I don't know why, but now she's become absolutely horrid," she explained.
He held her as close to him as he could. "She said something to you, didn't she?"
Molly nodded. "She called me a whore, and said that I got pregnant on purpose and that the only reason you married me was because I'm having your child."
Sherlock's hold on her tightened. "Surely you don't believe her?"
She shook her head. "No. Of course not! It still hurt though. She's just jealous. She-she used to flirt with you, all the time, I highly doubt you remember, you probably deleted it." She pressed her face into his chest.
He breathed out heavily. "You're right, I don't remember. But that's not important, what is important is that I will be having a discussion with Mycroft about her."
Molly sniffled. "Please don't have her fired. I'd feel so guilty if that happened!"
"Guilty?" he scoffed. "Why? She insulted you Molly. No one insults my wife and gets away with it!"
She grew quiet knowing that it was useless to argue with him. He slowly moved his hand up and down her back.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"Take me to bed. Please? I'm tired and I-I need you."
She felt him nod before he led her down the hallway to their bedroom. She stayed silent as he helped her to undress, his hands brushing over her newly revealed skin. Once she was naked she moved to the bed and sat upon the edge, watching as he undressed. After he situated her pillows, she settled herself against them, slightly propped up. Sherlock kneeled beside her, cupping her face with his hand and kissing her deeply. Molly reached for him, to pull him closer, but he shook his head and leaned back.
"Ahh ahh ahh! This is going to be all about you."
She dropped her hands down to the bed, a faint blush covering her cheeks and trailing down her throat to her chest. He smiled at her, moving forward to press another kiss to her lips.
"Just relax," he told her.
She gave a silent nod.
He straddled her legs, his hands coming to rest on either side of her shoulders. She closed her eyes as he bent down, his cheek coming to rest against hers.
"I love your Lobulus auriculae," he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.
She giggled softly.
"Mainly because it leads to your Sternocleidomastoid." He licked his way down the length of her neck muscle.
She hummed, tilting her head back. He nibbled and kissed her skin.
"To your Fossa jugularis sternalis," he said before dragging his tongue across the dip at the base of her throat. "And your Clavicula."
She let out a faint squeak as he nipped at the slightly protruding bone. He chuckled, suckling the red mark he had made.
"Manubrium," his voice rumbled against her, nuzzling at her breastbone. He shifted slightly to the left, the heat of his breathe ghosting across her skin. "But most importantly, your Areola mammae."
She gasped as he circled her dusty pink areola with his tongue.
"And your Papilla mammae."
She moaned as he sucked her nipple between his lips, her back arching slightly as he continued to work his mouth on her. He covered her other breast with his hand, massaging it gently. After a few moments he switched breasts, not stopping until her moans grew desperate.
He peered up at her. "Your breasts are becoming even more sensitive," he noted.
Her eyes opened, and she nodded breathlessly. His eyebrows rose in amusement, and she knew that he was tucking that bit of knowledge away.
"Ohhhhh…"
He slipped a bit further down her body so that he could kiss and lick the milky white underside of each of her breasts. "Inframammary crease," he mumbled against her skin. He then pulled away and sat up, drinking in the sight of her.
"What is it?" she asked, when several moments passed where he neither moved nor spoke.
He slowly shook his head. "I'm just … amazed, that's all. The growth of a brand new life is an incredible thing to behold." He moved his hand over the expanse of her belly.
She smiled at him. "I'm glad that we're able to experience this together."
He returned her smile. "So am I. I honestly never thought that I would, I'm glad to be wrong."
"What's this? Sherlock Holmes admitting to being happy that he's wrong?"
He sniffed. "Shut up," he grumbled, making her laugh. His fingertips traced over the faint outline of her appendectomy scar. It had become slightly stretched, from the growth of her belly, but still wasn't extremely prominent.
"I love your scar. Do you know why?" He looked up, his gaze meeting hers.
"No. Why do you?"
"Because it brought us together." He bent forward and pressed to it a gentle kiss. "I would have preferred for it to happen without you being in pain, but I am glad I was there. Even if I didn't catch you." He momentarily frowned, continuing to look at her scar. "You've helped me in so many ways Molly; it was high time that I helped you." He raised his eyes and met her strong gaze.
She smiled, and reached up to move her hand through his curls. After a few more moments he moved himself a bit further down the bed, nearly straddling her feet. Placing his hands on her knees he nudged her legs further apart so that the vee between her legs became more visible.
Earlier on in her pregnancy she had asked him to help her in keeping her curls trim; he had had no difficulties in agreeing to this. At this very moment her seam was already slick with her juices, tiny drops clinging to her pubic hair. He smiled at the sight before leaning forward and breathing in the scent of her.
"Mons pubis," he murmured, before placing a gentle kiss upon the spot directly above her folds.
She moaned softly, clutching at the bed sheets in anticipation of what she knew he was about to do.
He ran his hands up along her inner thighs, gently massaging her flesh. "Rima pudendi." He dipped his tongue between the cleft, just enough to tease at her clit, and Molly swore, making Sherlock chuckle as he pulled away. His hands moved further inwards. "Labia majora." His thumbs brushed over her folds before spreading them apart. "Labia minora." He gave each side a gentle lick, making her gasp. After spreading her a bit further open, he continued. "Vestibulum vaginæ." He gave the area surrounding her aching centre, a long lick.
"Oh fuck Sherlock! Please!" she cried out. She could practically feel him smiling against her; she knew that he was aware how much he was driving her mad. "Please?" she whimpered.
"Preputium clitoridis."
She very nearly screamed as he circled her clit with his tongue, just avoiding touching it.
"Glans clitoris." He suckled at the taut nub between his lips then pulled away slightly so that he could circle it with his tongue, before giving it a gentle flick.
"Oh Christ!" she wailed, hissing out a curse as he gave it another hard suck.
He slid his finger into her, all thoughts of continuing with his Latin lesson coming to a halt, as he tilted his hand up so that he could press the pad of his fingertip against her g-spot. He held it there as he continued to lick and nibble at her clit, until she gave a sudden wild cry. Pulling his finger from her he drank up her orgasmic juices, licking her clean.
"Oh Sherlock," she moaned, her legs trembling slightly.
He sat up, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile upon her face. After resituating himself slightly he kissed her, brushing his tongue against hers so that she could taste herself. She hummed into his mouth, it deepening into a moan when she felt the heavy length of his cock, press against her.
"Are you ready?" he asked; she had needed more time recently between orgasms to recover. He leaned back on his heels, her body between his legs. When she gave a nod, he smiled.
He gently raised her legs and moved a bit closer to her, kneeling as the tops of his thighs became pressed against her, before settling her legs on top of his. Placing one hand on her belly, he grasped his cock in the other and placed the tip inside of her. They moaned in unison as he delved into her with one smooth thrust.
Keeping his movements slow, he briefly splayed out his hands over her belly before sliding them upwards to cup her breasts. This caused him to tilt forward a bit more, allowing him to enter her deeper. She was moaning with each thrust, soft mewls escaping her from time to time as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
He hissed out a curse as she suddenly moved her legs in closer, squeezing his hips and making herself a tighter fit around him. He groaned, moving his hands from her breasts to grab onto her hips so that he could thrust into her harder.
"YES!" she cried out.
The sound of flesh upon flesh filled the room, mixed with Molly's wild cries of delight and Sherlock's harsh gasps. He watched in fascination as her breasts bounced each time that he filled her with his cock. She placed her hands on his wrists, holding on to him.
"Sherlock! Sherlock!" she cried, and he knew that she was close.
His fingertips brushed over her belly as he moved his hand inward.
"AHHH! FUCK! OH!"
He smiled, as he felt her walls tighten around his cock, his thumb circling her clit.
"Yes Sherlock! Yes! Oh! Oh!"
She became limp against the pillows, breathing heavily. He slowed his thrusts slightly, moving his hand back to her hip. He was certain he had never seen anything so beautiful as she. Her skin was flushed, and her were eyes sparkling. He smoothed his hand over her belly, and she smiled up at him. It was almost frightening how much he wished that he could keep his cock buried within her sweet warmth; she just felt so good.
"You're incredible Molly," he said to her, continuing his slow thrusts.
She made a small noise, her eyes falling closed, as she lay there quite satiated and spent. He gave a hard thrust, making her eyes pop open as she gasped.
"Do you want to come again?" he asked her, giving another hard thrust.
"Oh fuck …"
He smiled and raised her legs so that they rested on his shoulders. He reached beneath her and cupped her bum, pulling her close as he settled into a rhythm of deeper, harder thrusts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she babbled.
Sherlock angled himself just enough so that his cock hit the right spot. Within moments she was screaming his name once again, and this time she took him with her. He groaned as his cock pulsed inside of her, before turning his head to press a kiss to her ankle.
"Oh God!" she gasped out. "I'm quite spent."
He chuckled as he slowly eased her legs back down, before pulling out. He collapsed down beside her, struggling to catch his breath and steady his racing heart. Once they had both calmed down a bit, and they had managed to clean themselves up, they returned to the bed, curling up together beneath the blanket.
"Do you still think that I only married you because you're pregnant?" he asked suddenly.
"Sherlock … I never thought that."
He smoothed his hand over her hip. "No. Perhaps not. But her words made you wonder. Don't deny it."
Molly frowned. "I won't deny it. I knew deep down that you do love me, but her words hurt, and my mind started to betray me. That's all. You didn't need to prove to me that you loved me with mind blowing sex."
He smirked, and nuzzled at her cheek. "Mind blowing sex?"
"You gave me three orgasms within less than a space of an hour, so yes; I consider that mind blowing sex! But sex has always been wonderful with you."
He kissed her, before settling his head back down on the pillow, his fingertips running up and down her side.
"I'm carrying a boy ... aren't I?" she asked suddenly.
Sherlock shifted, brushing his nose against the shell of her ear. "Are you certain you want me to tell you?" he asked cautiously, all too well aware of how her hormones could affect her mood. "You won't be angry with me later on?"
She laughed softly. "I promise I won't be. I just ... I have this feeling that the baby is a boy."
Sherlock shifted again so that their eyes could meet. "We're having a son."
Molly kissed him, cradling the back of his head in her hand. "A son," she murmured, tears filling her eyes.
He smoothed away the few that had fallen, pressing kisses to her cheeks. "Yes, a son."
She placed her hand upon her belly, gently smoothing her fingers over it. He covered her hand with his own, and they smiled at each other.
"Edward William Holmes," she said softly.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "William?" he questioned.
"Yes. I thought it would be nice for him to have your name. Or we could always have Hamish instead!"
His eyes narrowed, making her laugh.
"No? Hamish isn't any good?" she asked, her tone a teasing one.
He breathed out through his nose. "Absolutely not!"
She continued to laugh, it only coming to an end when he nipped at her throat and she let out a shriek.
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Anyone get a bit of a Benophie vibe from this chapter? *wink wink*
So now you know they're having a boy! Yippeeeee!
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