I'm rather proud of this chapter.
Not sure why really, just am :)
Chapter Eight - All is Well (Or so It Seems)
Several Weeks Later
Molly walked into the kitchen and saw Sherlock sat at the kitchen table, with Edward upon his lap gnawing on a biscuit. A laptop was before them and Edward was watching the movement on the screen, completely fascinated.
"Is that my laptop?" she asked.
Sherlock glanced up at her. "Yessss."
She rolled her eyes. "Can't use your own?"
He shrugged. "It's in there, too far." He gestured to the sitting room.
She huffed out a breath. "What are you doing on it?"
"I'm about to read some of John's blog posts, I thought that perhaps it would help put Edward to sleep," he explained.
"Nice Sherlock, very nice."
Sherlock smiled and opened up the webpage of John's blog. "Urghhh. He still has up that ridiculous hat photo."
Edward dropped his biscuit and started waving his arms excitedly, reaching towards the screen with grabby hands.
"Ha! Ha!" he exclaimed.
Both Molly and Sherlock's mouths dropped open.
"HAT!" Edward cried triumphantly.
Sherlock blinked several times then slowly turned to look at Molly. "Why is our son's first word 'hat'?"
She fought back a smile as she replied, "Because I've worn your deerstalker … and I told him it was a hat." She quickly added when she saw the look on Sherlock's face, "He likes it! He always gets really happy when I put it on!"
Sherlock huffed out a breath. "For that I'm going to teach him the word murder."
"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed. She stepped closer to him and bent down so that she could speak directly into his ear. "If you promise me you won't teach him that word, then I'll wear the deerstalker tonight … and nothing else." She could hear the click in his throat as he swallowed.
"I promise not to teach our son the word murder."
She smiled and brushed her nose against the shell of his ear. "Good choice. Now scoot, I want my laptop back."
He sighed and stood, still holding Edward as he walked into the sitting room. A moment later he re-entered the kitchen.
"Was that the last biscuit?" he asked.
"Mmm, no I don't think so," she replied. She leaned down and picked up the one from the floor, moving to toss it into the bin.
"AHA!" Sherlock revealed with a flourish the package of biscuits.
Edward became excited once more, reaching for the biscuits. Sherlock took one out of the package and handed it to him. Edward grabbed for it and instantly began to suck on it.
Molly smiled. "Just like his father, he loves his biscuits!" she said.
Sherlock gave an appalled huff, but then took out a biscuit for himself.
"I'll take him now, if you don't mind," she said. "You've been hogging him all day."
Sherlock made a face before handing over Edward to her. "I do not hog," he stated.
She laughed, cuddling Edward. She could just make out Sherlock muttering beneath his breath as he returned to the sitting room. She continued to nuzzle and kiss Edward, basking in the happy noises he made, only stopping when she suddenly heard an unhappy noise come from Sherlock.
"Why haven't I heard from Lestrade?" he groused loudly. "The NSY can't possibly not have any cases for me, there's too much stupid in that place."
She rolled her eyes, closing John's blog before opening her email. "Your father is a very silly man," she said to Edward, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He cooed happily in response, before continuing to suck on his biscuit. When she opened an email sent from Meena her mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh."
Edward waved a chubby hand, recognizing the two faces on the screen before him.
"Sherlock!" she called out.
"Mmm?" He stepped into the kitchen. "What is it?"
She looked at him. "I know why you haven't heard from Lestrade."
"Oh?" He stepped closer, and she gestured to her laptop screen, his brow instantly crinkling in disgust.
"DON'T!" she exclaimed. "Don't you dare say whatever it is that you are thinking. They are both happy, it is very clear from this photo."
He sniffed.
"You knew they were seeing each other," she said. "It was inevitable that this would happen."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "But to get married so quickly?"
She giggled at the note of disdain in his voice. "What does it matter? They're both not getting any younger, and look at them, look at how happy they are."
He roll his eyes once more. "Lestrade will return brown as a nut."
Molly laughed again. "Are you jealous that they're in some beautiful, tropical place while you're stuck here in dreary old London?"
He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "No."
She giggled.
"I'm not jealous in the slightest, because he doesn't have you, or this little one." He leaned down to give her a kiss before placing another one on top of their son's head.
"Good answer," she said.
Edward had been a bit fussy the passed few days due to the fact that his first tooth was coming in. Molly took off from work so she could stay at home with him. She tried her best to keep him distracted, dressing herself up in ridiculous costumes (there was a multitude in Sherlock's wardrobe - disguises - he claimed them to be), while dancing about in a ridiculous manner, and singing the songs from her childhood. For the most part this did work, except for when she stopped, thus resulting in Edward breaking down into tears.
By the time Sherlock returned from working on a case, she was all but exhausted. Thankfully the arrival of his daddy's face was enough of a distraction to keep him from crying again. Molly was prostrate on the sofa, looking as if she was about to fall asleep. Sherlock eyed her with curiosity.
"What exactly have you been doing while I was gone?" he asked, settling Edward on his hip.
"Keeping him from paying attention to the pain of his tooth," she replied, waving her hand about in a listless manner.
Sherlock peered down at the floor. "And making quite a mess of it as well," he noted, toeing at one of the items of clothing. "Is this mine?"
"It's all yours," she stated. "I raided your wardrobe." She ended her sentence with a giggle before tilting her head further to the side to cow-eye him. "I suppose you had an index for that too?"
He frowned. "I did."
She giggled again. "Sorry, but it worked. He loved it."
Sherlock sighed, but accepted the fact that he would have a rather big mess to clean up in a little while. But first, priorities. "Come along my good man, it's time you had your dinner," he said to Edward. "Let's leave mummy to sleep." He glanced down at Molly who had indeed passed out.
A few days later Edward's tooth came in, his fussiness abating, and Sherlock decided it was time to try an experiment-he quickly changed his word choice when he saw the expression on Molly's face.
"A trial run?" he suggested.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "That's a bit better. What sort of 'trial run'?"
"I think we should get Edward adjusted to sleeping in the nursery," he explained. "We can have him sleep in there during the day, but he can still sleep in our bedroom at night."
Molly thought for a moment. "All right, it's worth a try. He'll need to be moved in there permanently at some point anyway."
After several days of this 'trial run' they took advantage of the fact that Edward had just gone down for a nap in his nursery. They couldn't help but enjoy the fact that this was giving them a chance to use their bedroom for brief, noisy shagging sessions.
After a rush and flurry of clothes flying this way and that Sherlock pressed her against their bedroom door, and kneeled before her. He grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder before placing his mouth on her clit. He licked and sucked her ruthlessly, teasing her right to the very edge before he backed off. Her hands were buried in his curls, and when he slipped a finger into her core he gave a long, drawn out suck to her clit, and she came with a wild cry.
He leaned back, licking his finger clean, before he lowered her foot to the floor and stood. She reached between them, grasping onto his cock. He groaned when she began to stroke him, thumbing at the tip.
"Right here?" he managed to ask, his voice strained, his cock pulsing in her hand.
"Yes. Fuck me against the door."
He groaned again, before slipping his hands beneath her thighs. "Wrap your legs around me," he instructed, helping her to raise them.
She locked her ankles around his lower back, giving his cock a tiny tug. He hissed out a curse before entering her with one smooth stroke, the frame of the door rattling.
"Yes!" she cried, throwing her head back.
He palmed at her breast, holding tightly onto her hip with his other hand, as he began to fuck her. The door shook with every thrust. He pressed his face into her neck, groaning her name when he felt her hands slip down to his arse, cupping him and holding him close.
Suddenly the sound of his text tone rang out, quickly followed by hers.
"Ignore it," he bit out.
She whimpered when he suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts, so that his pelvis hit her clit in just the right way.
Both of their text tones rang out again.
"Shit," she muttered.
Sherlock quickened his pace, and Molly's moans grew in pitch.
"Oh that's it, just like that!" she encouraged.
Their text tones rang out once more.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" she groaned.
"Ignore it," he told her again. "Focus on how close you are to coming. How I'm about to make you come on my cock."
"Oh fuck Sherlock!" she whimpered.
He smiled then kissed her, drowning out her noises. Her walls convulsed around his cock as he continued to thrust deeply, the door rattling loudly.
"AHH!" His cock pulsed and throbbed as he came. He pressed his hips tightly to hers and she held him close.
They stayed like this against the door, until both their text tones rang out yet again. Sherlock sighed deeply before helping her to lower her legs to the floor. She kissed him, cradling the side of his head in her hand.
"I love you," she whispered to him.
He kissed her again before saying, "I love you too."
He slipped out of her and moved over to his mobile. "Now who the hell could be bothering us at such an inopportune time?"
She giggled and moved to grab at her phone. "OH!" She gasped. "How wonderful! Anthea had her baby, a girl. Awwww!"
Sherlock tossed his phone back onto the nightstand. "Yes, wonderful," he muttered.
She giggled, placing her phone down as well. "You're still bothered by the fact that your brother procreated, aren't you?"
He grimaced. "Must you say that?"
She giggled again, pushing him down onto their bed. "Yes, I must. We can go visit the new family ... later … but right now I think I need to clean you up."
"Molly …"
She smiled at him, biting down on her bottom lip. "No? You don't agree with me? Has the news spoiled the mood?"
He muttered a curse before saying, "If I need cleaning up, then so do you."
Her eyes lit up. "Ohhhh … are you implying what I think you're implying?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Come here you minx."
She laughed and climbed on top of him, turning herself about. She situated herself directly over his face and cried out when he gave a quick swipe to her folds with his tongue. "Oh fuck Sherlock." She could feel him chuckling against her. Moaning she leaned forward and licked a stripe up his cock from base to tip.
They worked each other into a frenzy, his cock soon growing hard. She massaged his balls with her fingers, while sucking and licking his length. He switched between lapping at her clit to fucking her with his tongue, and when her noises grew in pitch, he slipped two fingers into her, curling them so that they touched her in just the right spot. He sucked on her clit, fucking her with his fingers. She slipped his cock from her mouth so that she could cry out her release. Once she'd managed to catch her breath a bit she took the swollen head between her lips and licked him as if he were a lolly, pumping the rest of him with her hand. He came noisily.
"Bloody hell," she gasped out, falling onto her back. "I can't believe we managed that."
Sherlock chuckled, struggling a bit to resituate himself so that he could stretch out beside her. "You're a glorious distraction," he told her, making her laugh.
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Hmmm ... could this be the calm before the storm? heh ...
