A/N: Hellooooo! I know that I've been absent for a few days, and I'm sorry about that. It has honestly been so hectic here and I'm surprised I squeezed in any time to get this chapter out. It picks up exactly where it left off last chapter, and it's the reason the story just got jacked up to an M rating. I couldn't help myself, after all that pain and angst I put them (and you) through, I figured I owed it to the lot of you to do something fluffier.. a lot fluffier. It's not exactly smut, I don't really do smut... but it's of quite the mature nature... so if you're on the younger side, watch yourself.
Disclaimer: Although Mofftiss wouldn't ever write this, they still own everything. Quite sadly.
Molly's eyes fluttered open as she woke naturally with the rising light, one arm resting comfortably behind her head and the other resting on Sherlock's hand which was ontop of her stomach. His body was pressed close to hers, a proximity that they only retained when tucked away in bed, a feeling she wished she could hold onto for the whole day. A small sigh escaped her lips and she turned her head silently to look at Sherlock.
He was still sleeping, his warm breath dancing on her cheek. She shifted subtly to look up at him and study his features in this rare moment of complete silence and peace. Even in sleep he appeared to be deep in thought, his brow slightly furrowed but the rest of his face in quiet repose.
She pulled her hand from out from under her head and gently rested it along his cheek, pressing a kiss to his lips and tucking her body closer to his. She felt a little guilty for being so happy right after everything that had happened, but after so much time being unhappy, she wanted to deserve it.
She felt Sherlock's breathing change and his arm encircle her, bringing them closer as he brushed his hand down the length of her hair. She gripped his shoulder a bit more tightly and breathed in his scent, it had been far too long since they had woken up together.
She felt herself being rolled away from him gently and Sherlock looked down at her with curious eyes, "You're sad," he observed
"No," she shook her head and brushed her fingertips over the backof his hand, "I'm so very happy, Sherlock,"
There was a silence and then his fingers gently brushed across her face as he deduced, "your mouth is downturned and your eyebrows are furrowed, not to mention," the pad of his thumb brushed under her eye, "you're crying,"
She wiped her eyes hastily and gave a small shuddering laugh, "So I am,"
"Molly," he prompted, nudging her.
She looked up at him and kissed him and then allowed her head to rest gently on his arm again, "I feel a bit guilty being so happy. All I wished for was to wake up again with you, for us to be happy again... and here I have it and it feels wrong of me to be so happy after... everything, after my mum,"
He mulled this over for a moment and then kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, eyelids, nose, neck, "You of all people," he murmured, "should be allowed a little happiness,"
She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her collarbone, "I am lucky," he murmured against her skin, "to have you."
They stilled for a moment and Molly murmured, "I thought you didn't believe in luck,"
He hummed against her throat and continued to gently kiss her, "It's a curious thing,"
His hands ran down her sides and back up again, resting under her upper back as he reclaimed her mouth. She responded instantly, her arms wrapping around him and her body melting into relaxation. Their mouths broke apart and she giggled up at him, "Sherlock, will you promise me something?"
"I rarely make promises, Molly," he quipped.
"For me?" She kissed his jaw and dropped her head back down onto the pillow to gaze up at his shining eyes.
"I will try," he conceded.
"Alright," she murmured, "Promise me you'll at least try to never go away again - I missed you far too much,"
His eyes scanned her face and nodded sharply before adding, "I never will,"
She grinned up at him, "Good," before raising an eyebrow, "because then I wouldn't be able to do this," she pulled his face down to hers and hungrily kissed him, pulling her leg up and skillfully maneuvering their bodies so that he was resting in between her legs, her knees pressing on either side of him.
She could feel him holding back, hovering above her so that their bodies were almost touching. She wove her hand into his hair and gently moaned against his lips, surely that would do it.
Sherlock's fingers tightened on her back and she felt his hips drop slightly onto hers. She grinned against his mouth and pulled back, "You're not going to hurt me,"
"I know that," Sherlock retorted quickly, clearing his throat.
She slipped her hand to cup his face, "Hey," she brought his eyes to hers, "you're not going to hurt us," Her mouth upturned and she kissed his lips gently before running her hands up his sides and slipping under his nightshirt.
His body dropped a bit more and she felt him relax, his hand slipping out from under her to cup her face before dropping to cup her breast, his thumb brushing the fabric and driving her head wild.
She pulled off his shirt as quickly as she could, breaking their lips and panting as she attempted to extricate herself from her own clothes.
"Molly," he sat back between her legs, pulling her her up with him and stilled her hands, gripping them in his own, "relax,"
Molly groaned and leaned forward, her face hiding in his neck, "I'm sorry,"
He peeled off her sweater and tossed it to the floor. She leaned back and looked at him as he pulled up the hem of her gray shirt and tossed it aside as well, "Much easier this way, wouldn't you agree?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh shut up," she swatted him and kissed him fully as his hands slipped behind her and unclaspt her bra, easing it off her shoulders.
She sighed as he kissed down her neck and breasts, his hands splayed warmly across her back. "Sherlock," she gripped his bare shoulders and felt his hands slip down to the waistband of her leggings. She put her hands on either side of the bed beside her and lifted her hips as he peeled the fabric off of her, finally getting rid of them and tossing them aside too.
"Your turn," she prompted and watched him quickly stand and undress completely. She swallowed and reached out to him, pulling him close and kissing him again.
Sherlock settled into a cross legged sitting position and lifted her up, settling her legs around him easing her closer.
Molly instinctively wrapped her legs tighter and nodded, "Please," she murmured, her voice growing huskier.
Painfully slowly he slipped inside her, watching her face carefully as she readjusted to him and then opened her eyes, a smile across her face. She watched him now too, as he genuinely smiled, his arms locking around her back and holding her close. She took the initiative and rocked her hips forward, a sigh escaping her lips before she gently bit down on her lip and rocked again.
He groaned against her and reciprocated immediately, kissing her soundly and allowing her to control the situation. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gripped him, her cheek now pressed against his as she moved in rythm, her shuddering breath hot against his neck.
Her small protruding stomach brushed against his and he brought her closer, one hand now buried in her hair and the other against her lower back, he leaned slightly back against the the high smooth slope of the footboard and felt her hand slip off his back to grip the curling wood.
Her fingers tightened and her throat echoed forth an unconcious and satisfied moan, she leaned back slightly, not breaking her rythm and felt Sherlock's eyes studying her. She could feel the pressure building in her body as they worked together, his hand slipped from her hair to cup her jaw and she dropped forward again to kiss him. Her body contracted around him and her mouth slipped off his, a shuddering moan buried into his bare shoulder as her body released. He followed her not a moment later with a contented groan into her hair and his hands slipped down to rest on her hips.
Her body was trembling and she found it difficult to move for a few moments, finally she kissed Sherlock's throat and rolled backwards off of him and against the headboard, their legs still distantly entwined as she panted and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. "Jesus... that was..."
He gave her a crooked grin and raised an eyebrow, "Good?" he supplied.
"Better," she noted and pulled a sheet over her stomach and thighs, "much better, definitely better,"
He laughed and she murmured, "really... better..."
"Got any adjectives?" He teased.
She laughed and ran a hand through her hair, "I would, but I really can't think of any at the moment,"
He pulled himself over to lie beside her and pulled the sheet down off of her, smoothing his hands across her small bump and humming as he did. She wanted to pull the sheet back, but when she reached down he pushed her hand away pulled her against him, his head now resting over her shoulder and his hands running up the length of her back.
"I would prefer it if you didn't cover yourself up from me," he noted, "it seems rather pointless after that, and I've seen you undressed dozens of times,"
She blushed slightly and confessed, "I just look different now, I don't... I don't know,'
His hands ran up the length of her again, "I like it," he kissed her shoulder and then pulled back to kiss her lips.
She smiled and nodded they looked at each other for a moment. Sherlock's eyes flitted down at her bare stomach and she watched the thoughts flick across his eyes. He hummed, pulled himself from her arms, and slipped his pyjamas back on, he turned to the door, paused, and returned to the bed for a moment to press a kiss on her lips before opening the bedroom door and starting out in the main room. She flopped back and sighed waiting a moment in the silence before she heard the strings of the violin in the other room.
Lost in thought, she thought.
She rose and pulled on his dressing gown, tying it as securely as she could, before weaving a plait through her hair and leaving his room to join him. She made them both a cup of tea, set his on the table in front of him and tucked herself gently into the corner of the couch he wasn't occupying. As he played his violin, she noted that it sounded like a Rachmaninoff she had once heard, and slipped a book off the cluttered coffee table. She recognized it immediately as the one she had left at Baker Street weeks ago and located its dog eared page, cracking the spine open and settling in to read as he played the concerto.
As one song ended his bow lowered and his fingers dropped to brush along her bare knee unconciously before he dove back into another melody. Without ever lifting her eyes from the book she smiled and released a contented sigh, she was sure she could stay just like this forever.
A/N: YAY! happiness for the Sherlolly shippers. :) I hope you all enjoyed the update, even though it was basically just a sex scene... but I mean really, they deserve one.
There will not be another update until later this week, as I said I've got a mock trial competition coming up as well as a TON of literature work to get done. On the plus side, my opening statements are finished and ready to be memoirzed for my trial on Tuesday. Wish me luck! 3
After that I'll probably write a chapter out on Wednesday or Thursday and get it out to you as soon as possible.
Also, a shout out to Nocturnias who keeps promoted my fic and writing an awesome one herself! Check it out if you haven't already! AND I'll be putting up a Sherlolly fic masterpost later today for those of you who want some good suggestions - I keep getting questions about it. Check my tumblr (my main page has the link) if you're looking for that later. :) Love you all, please drop me a review.