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AN 2- Thanks to my beta Miz Joely!
Freeway girl...another bday chapter for you, even though your bday was in January :)
"I can walk you know," Molly said as he carried her into the flat.
John was sitting in his chair reading the morning paper. "So nice of you to learn to use the door, Veela."
Veela stopped with Molly in his arms and looked at John, tilting his head to the side. "How did John Watson know it was Veela who carried mate and not Sherlock?"
"Because Sherlock isn't dashing and romantic enough to think of carrying his love over the threshold of his apartment."
Veela smiled. "Veela likes John Watson."
John grinned. "Got it all sorted out then, Molly?"
Molly smiled and wrapped her arms around Veela's neck. She kissed his check, which caused Veela to purr loudly. "Oh yes John. It's all fine now."
"Excellent!" John said. "Is there to be a bonding ceremony soon?"
Veela's purring became so loud, it almost rumbled the walls. "Yes John Watson. Mate has accepted Veela."
John put the paper down and looked at them. "Congratulations. And when is the wedding? I know Sherlock won't be able to stand it if you don't have his name."
"Well, we haven't exactly gotten that far, John," Molly said, swallowing hard. "No need to rush things."
"Molly, you're about to bond and become a life mate…I don't see how a wedding is rushing things," John said, smirking at her nervousness. "What do you say Veela?" John asked, standing and approaching the couple. "When will you make Molly yours?"
Veela smiled brightly at John. "Veela and mate will bond tonight."
The color drained from Molly's face. "What? To-tonight?"
Veela nodded happily, the curls bouncing on his head. "Veela and Sherlock are both ready to be embedded within mate. We have waited long enough…Veela does not want to wait any longer."
"But...but…I…" Molly sputtered while John laughed.
"Do I need to make plans tonight, Veela, so that the three of you can be alone?"
"Oh no, John Watson. Veela and Sherlock have special place to take mate for bonding. We have waited long time for this. It has to be special for mate," Veela said, nuzzling Molly's nose tenderly.
Molly could feel her heart melt along with any remnants of reserve she may have still felt. She cupped his check and kissed him.
"And I can't wait to bond with you. But I do have one request, Veela."
"What is it mate?" Veela asked, purring loudly and still nuzzling her.
"Stop calling me mate and call me Molly."
"All right, mate. Veela will call mate Molly."
She giggled and kissed him again.
"Get a room, "John said with a laugh.
Veela looked at John and titled his head. "All right, John Watson. I take Molly mate to bonding room."
John watched as Sherlock's form changed quickly into the large winged creature. He opened his wings and started for the window.
"I didn't mean literally right now to find a room, Veela!" John exclaimed, chasing after him. "At least open the window….damn…" He watched Veela jump through the window, shattering the glass, then continued to watch as Veela flew farther and farther away with Molly squealing in his arms.
John stepped back and surveyed the damage. "This is the third bloody time. Mycroft is going to foot the bill for this one!"
When Veela reached his destination it was dark. Molly had fallen asleep in his arms. He quickly carried her into the cabin that he and Sherlock had designated to be the bonding cabin. He laid her gently on the sofa and began to make the preparations as she slept.
Molly was awakened a couple of hours later by the smell of food cooking. She stretched lazily and slowly opened her eyes and called, "Veela?"
"Sherlock…" Sherlock called back to her from the kitchen.
"Oh…" she said, giggling. "I can't ever be sure. He does like to make surprise appearances."
"Yes he does, doesn't he?" Sherlock called back to her as he came into the living room. "You look lovely in the moonlight Molly. But then again, you look lovely anywhere."
"And you are full of shit, Sherlock!" She giggled again. "I know I look downright dreadful when I first wake up." She pulled herself upright and looked around the room. "Where are we?"
"A cabin about two hours away from town," he said, coming to sit down beside her. "I have made you dinner. Would you like some?"
She blinked her surprise. "You actually cooked something or is John hiding somewhere?"
He grinned mischievously. "We are completely alone and surrounded by wilderness. I wanted to make sure that we had plenty of privacy for when you are screaming my name later."
An elegant brow rose. "And what makes you think you're that skilled, Mr. Holmes? Did you ever think that I might be a demanding lover?"
He laughed. "I hope that you are. Especially with what all I plan to do to you, Molly. Now, will you come have the pasta and bread I made you? Believe me when I say that you will need all of the carbohydrates that you can get."
He stood and lifted her into his arms, carrying her into the kitchen.
As Molly watched Sherlock actually put the dishes away, she began to wonder just what exactly was going to happen between them. How was this going to change things for her? Would she feel different, look different? Would people be able to look at her and know that she belonged to a Veela?
She found her excitement matched her anxiety and she wondered what exactly Sherlock and the Veela had in store for her. She did not have to wonder long as Sherlock placed the last dish in the cabinet and turned to look at her. Molly swallowed hard at the lustful look in his eyes. She felt the flush moving over her body and found she couldn't meet his gaze. She averted her eyes and cleared her throat nervously.
She didn't look up when he approached and he didn't wait for her to, simply lifting her into his arms again and carrying her out of the kitchen and through the house. He paused with her in his arms when he reached a door in the hallway. "Are you ready, my love?"
She forced herself to look at him, even though her cheeks burned. Her sharp intake of breath was all that was heard when she made eye contact with him. His eyes were nearly black and burned with desire and want for her. She found she couldn't speak under the intensity of his gaze and simply nodded her head. He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.
He opened the door gracefully in spite of his arms being full with Molly, pushing it open with his foot as he carried her in. The blinds were closed and had it not been for the hundreds of candles illuminating the room, they would have been in total darkness. The room was stunning as the shadow of the flames from the candles danced on the walls. The room smelled a mixture of musky and sweet. He kicked the door closed with his foot before carrying her towards the massive canopied bed that was covered with rose petals in the most beautiful rich reds, whites, pinks, and oranges.
The floral scent permeated the room and had a calming effect on Molly's nerves. The scent was simply divine and the room was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. She could feel the tears misting in her eyes to know that Sherlock and Veela had done this for her, to make things beautiful and perfect for her, because they loved her.
Sherlock put her gently on the bed before looking down at her. "Molly…what's wrong? Have you changed your mind?"
She shook her head and took his hand in hers. "No! Absolutely not. I want this…it's just so overwhelming…that you went to all of this trouble for me."
"We love you Molly, it was no trouble. We wanted everything to special for you," Sherlock said, lifting her chin with his finger to place a kiss on her lips.
He straddled her and climbed onto the bed, pressing her back into the mattress. He gripped her waist and pulled her body farther up the bed so she could rest her head on the pillow. He stretched his body over hers, holding his weight off her by his elbows. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down into a kiss.
"I love you Sherlock…" she whispered against his lips. Sherlock began to purr loudly and she giggled. "I love you too, Veela."
"And we love you Molly," he whispered back before kissing her deeply. "We love you more than it would ever be possible to put into words. You are our everything."
She sighed happily against his mouth before flicking her tongue over his full bottom lip. "You have a lovely mouth Sherlock," she said, nipping at his lip gently before sucking it into her mouth.
He moaned and pressed himself against her, his cock already hard and hot for her. She ran her hands up and down his chest before cupping his face and deepening the kiss. Sherlock groaned into her mouth and pressed himself against her again. He lowered more of his body weight onto her, capturing her underneath him.
They stayed like this, kissing, caressing, and pressing into each other for a long time. Sherlock's hunger and need for her got the best of him and his kissing became more aggressive. His tongue twirled around hers as he pressed his mouth harder against hers. He drank the very breath from her. He pulled back from her when he could feel the Veela and his instincts begin making themselves known. He felt his canine teeth elongate. He ran his tongue over the tiny points.
He looked down at Molly. Her cheeks were flushed and her parted lips were swollen and red from their kissing. Her hair was splayed out around her face on the pillow that she rested her head against. Her eyes were bright and twinkling. He could see both love and hunger for him within their brown depths. She rubbed her legs together underneath him and he could smell her growing arousal, her musky scent intermixing with the scent of the roses. He found it intoxicating and mouthwatering.
He buried his head in the crock of her neck and began to kiss the soft flesh. He placed feather soft kisses along her collarbone to the soft flesh of her shoulder. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The scent that was uniquely Molly Hopper filled his nose.
The Veela within him recognized the scent and touch of his life mate. Sherlock instinctively bit into the soft flesh of her shoulder. She gasped and shuddered from the sharp pain she felt, but it passed quickly. He felt the venom leaving the points of his teeth. When the venom hit her blood stream, her eyes snapped open wide and she cried out.
Oh yes...I left it here on purpose...I know, I'm a tease :)
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