A/n - Hello everyone! Thanks again for all the nice reviews I got on the last chapter as well as past chapters. This chapter is more of a fluffy/smutty fun one. I hope you guys enjoy it, I had fun writing it. And I'd also like to thank my beta reader Ce'Bronne like always. She's basically my rock. Enjoy the chapter!
Molly awoke to the feeling of Jim kissing her neck ever so softly. She groaned as she woke up and rubbed her eyes, while Jim worked soft kisses up her neck until he reached her lips. "Merry Christmas love." He mumbled against her lips before pulling her into another kiss. She could definitely get used to waking up like this. "Merry Christmas." She answered softly, bringing her hands to her pounding head. "What time is it?"
"Noon. I decided it was unacceptable for you to sleep any longer because I've been waiting impatiently to do that since seven." Jim answered and reached behind him to her nightstand. "Here, I have a feeling you need these." He handed her a bottle of aspirin and a water bottle and Molly couldn't help but grin. "Who knew you were so thoughtful?" she teased.
"Just don't tell anyone, I don't need you ruining my reputation by spreading rumors that I'm too nice."
"I don't think anyone would believe me if I tried."
"How was your party last night?"
"It was okay, I had a good time."
"What did everyone talk about? I don't think I've ever been to a Christmas party in my life. Do you just sit around and make small talk until it's finally time to go home?"
"You know, sometimes it shocks me how antisocial you are. You just talk Jim. Like a normal human being." Molly laughed, "And come to think of it, we talked about you for a good portion of the night."
He raised his eyebrows at her and looked concerned. "Did you tell them you were seeing me?"
"No, of course not." Molly swallowed two of the aspirin and chased them down with a gulp of water. "Greg mentioned your little Christmas present for him."
Jim's eyes lit up instantly and a large smile spread across his lips. "Did he like it?"
"I don't know if like is the correct word. He said it was definitely your handiwork, but that you had covered it up to look like a murder suicide."
"What did Sherlock think of that?"
"Sherlock seemed excited to be honest. He mentioned that he was beginning to think that video was just a hoax Mycroft pulled to keep him in the country. He seemed excited at the prospect that you might actually be alive." Jim nodded. He seemed pleased with her answer.
"Except then everyone got to talking about whether or not they thought your network was still intact. Sherlock thinks he's dismantled your entire network in the two years he was supposed to be dead."
Jim laughed and his dark eyes gleamed with mischief. "He has no idea how large my network is. He dismantled a tiny part of it. A tiny part I've already gotten back up and running by the way."
"I know, I lied for you." Molly admitted, catching Jim off guard completely. "What do you mean you lied for me?"
"Well, not necessarily for you. But when Mary said she didn't believe it was possible that Sherlock disassembled your network completely, I said I was almost positive he did. I just said there was no way you had your network intact because they would definitely have noticed more crime going on. John even agreed with me. He said you're just desperate to be in the spotlight again while you try to reassemble some semblance of your old network."
"You took my side over your friends." Jim beamed, "I can't believe it."
"I just felt like I had to protect you. Why I don't know, you bring that on yourself with your theatrics."
"Look at you. My naughty Miss Hooper." Jim whispered the words against her ear and bit her earlobe gently. Molly bit her lip and ignored the guilty pit that formed in her stomach as she admitted it to him. She could have just as easily ignored the conversation completely. If anyone had asked why she was silent she easily could have told them she didn't have an opinion and that she tries not to think about him anymore.
But she had taken his side. It wasn't like it was detrimental to her friends, but when it came down to it she found herself more inclined to protect Jim then to play it neutral or rightfully agree with Mary that he could have his network back. After all, she knew his network was stronger than ever. Not that she would ever tell anyone that though.
"Don't do that." Jim commanded, his tone stern.
"Don't do what?" Molly played innocent, shooting him doe eyes.
"Don't sit there and feel guilty. Guilt is a worthless emotion. Just admit you care about me more than your friends."
"I do care about you more than my friends. But that doesn't mean I can't feel guilty about it."
"Well you shouldn't. Because in reality I care about you more than your friends do."
Molly rolled her eyes, not willing to show how those words made her heart race. She pulled him down to her by the front of his shirt and kissed him roughly. Jim responded eagerly, pulling her shirt over her head in one easy movement. Molly responded by removing his shirt as well and they took turns ripping each other's clothes off until they were both naked.
Jim placed his hands on her hips and rolled onto his back so she was straddling him and she slowly slid down onto his erection, letting him fill every inch of her. Jim sat up, angling himself so he could thrust into her more deeply, and began sucking and biting on her neck while she rode him, slowly at first and picking up speed until he was pounding into her harder and harder.
"You're so beautiful." He knotted his hands in her hair and brought her close to him so he could whisper to her. "I can't believe you're mine." Molly pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss, their tongues entwining as he pulled her closer, desperate to feel her bare chest against his own. "I'm close" Molly admitted, her voice breathy with pleasure. "Jim moved slower and more purposeful and kissed her once again. "Come for me love." He mumbled against her lips and after a few more deliberate thrusts she let out a long guttural moan as pleasure took over her and she collapsed against him. She felt Jim come as well and his hand knotted in her hair tighter as he did, the pleasure of her orgasm mixing with the pain in a delicious sensation.
"Well, that was the best Christmas morning I've ever had." Molly smiled against his neck as she caught her breath again. Jim untangled his fingers from her hair and combed them through it instead to smooth it.
"Don't say that yet. I still need to give you your gift."
"What you just gave me was a pretty good gift on it's own." Molly giggled and she could practically feel Jim roll his eyes at her. "I can give you that gift every day, multiple times a day dear, and I usually try to." Molly giggled again and moved so she climbed off of him, wrapping her bed sheet around her as the cold of her room nipped at her bare skin.
"I'm going to clean up and then I'll bring you your gift."
"Why don't we clean off together." Molly suggested coyly, enjoying catching him by surprise.
"You are just insatiable" he growled into her ear as he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom over his shoulder. He turned on the hot water and they both climbed in. Molly grabbed the bar of soap and began moving it slowly over him, leaving soapy bubbles in it's wake. She moved her hands over the bubbles slowly to build up more of a lather, savoring the feel of his body as she did.
Once she was done Jim took the soap from her and repeated the process on her, only moving slower than she had. Molly closed her eyes and enjoyed the way his strong fingers explored her body and gasped when he slid his fingers inside of her. He moved his hand expertly against her and Molly leaned forward, bracing herself against him so she wouldn't slip. He used his free hand to tilt her head up so her lips were near his ear. "Let me hear you." His voice was husky with lust and Molly obeyed, letting her small moans escape quietly at first and then louder as he increased the speed of his movements.
She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace as she came for a second time that morning. Once she released him Jim finished the job of actually cleaning her, and the two of them rinsed off as the water began to get cold. "You're just really working to make this a memorable Christmas aren't you?" Molly laughed and toweled off her hair.
"I'm certainly trying to." He replied, "What would you like to do next?"
"I usually just watch Christmas movies with Toby for the rest of the day." She admitted shyly, "It's lame but it's tradition. I like them." Molly slipped on some comfy pajama pants and one of his t-shirts. She loved wearing his shirts, it had become a habit of hers. He had his own drawer since he stayed over constantly and he made sure to have plenty of t-shirts in it so she could steal them. If he noticed she liked something he always did little things like that for her.
"I'll give you your gift and then we can curl up on the couch and watch movies. If that's your tradition I don't plan on ruining it." Molly wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug and smiled as he held her. After a moment of him holding her, he easily lifted her off the ground and set her on her bed. "Wait here." He grazed his lips against her ear and left the room.
When he came back in he was holding a small rectangular box that was wrapped in shiny silver paper with a red ribbon and bow tied around it. He handed her the box and moved so he was behind her on the bed, pulling her back gently so she'd lean against his chest. "Merry Christmas Molly Hooper." He brushed her hair out of her face and watched as she opened her gift. He couldn't see her face but he felt the way her body tensed as she saw the famous blue box beneath the wrapping paper.
"Jim." Her voice sounded like she was trying to scold him, but it betrayed her excitement far too easily. "Open it Molly." He rolled his eyes. She never seemed to get the hint that money wasn't a problem with him.
Molly opened the box with trembling fingers and felt her breath catch at the sight of the beautiful bracelet inside. It had black onyx beads with a sterling silver toggle clasp, and hanging from the clasp was a charm. But instead of the usual heart charm they always had on Tiffany's jewelry there was an anatomical heart shaped charm that had the Tiffany's name engraved on it.
"Oh my god." Molly covered her mouth with her hand and felt her eyes sting with tears.
"I thought an anatomical heart was a bit more fitting for you." Jim spoke to fill the silence, "Plus it's custom made for you. I didn't want you having the same thing as every other girl, it had to be special for you." Molly turned so she was facing him and set the box beside them on the bed. "Thank you so much." She fumbled for the right words and instead settled on kissing him.
"So do you like it then?" Jim asked her. She hadn't said very much, and he was starting to get worried it was a bit too out there for her taste.
"I love it so much." The words tumbled out of her mouth and the tears she'd been fighting back spilled down her cheeks. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever owned in my entire life."
"I was starting to think you didn't like it." He admitted with a laugh. He picked up the box and took the bracelet out, placing it on her wrist and watching as her whole face lit up while she looked down at it.
"I don't think I've ever loved a gift this much. How did you get them to custom design a charm for you?"
"It wasn't very hard." Jim shrugged, "The right amount of money can make most people do whatever you want. I didn't even have to resort to my more interesting methods of persuasion." He sounded disappointed. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to have fun persuading someone soon." Molly smiled and toyed with the bracelet.
"Let me get your present. It's nowhere near as amazing as this bracelet though." Molly moved off her bed and went to her closet where she had his gift waiting. She handed him the large box and sat down across from him so she could watch his reaction. She had spent a small fortune on his gift, but she wanted to get him something she knew he would love.
Jim looked up and met her eyes as he saw the familiar clothing box. "Molly Hooper I hope you didn't get me what I think you got me."
"Just open it."
He opened the box and she could tell he loved it but that he was angry about how much she had spent. He lifted the rust colored suit jacket out of the box and shook his head while he grinned at her. "I had Sebastian figure out what your measurements were for your other Westwood suits. I saw that suit and knew it was right up your alley."
"It's amazing Mol." He set the jacket back in the box and pulled her roughly to his lap, kissing her hungrily. "You didn't heave to get me something this expensive. I should wring your neck."
"I can afford to splurge on one gift for you. Plus, it honestly seemed perfect for you."
He brought her lips to his again, holding her tightly against him. "I love it, thank you."
"You're welcome." Molly smiled broadly, "And thank you again for the bracelet. I can't stop looking at it."
"Should we go watch some Christmas movies then?" He closed his suit's box back up. "I'm all for upholding your Christmas traditions."
"I think you're just helping me make them better." Molly admitted.
"I aim to please my dear." Jim stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting and showing a thin patch of his toned stomach. Molly hopped off the bed and grabbed a blanket, holding it against her chest as Jim leaned down and kissed her nose. "Come on." He laced his fingers with her free hand and led her into the living room. They settled on the couch with Molly curled up into him, and with Jim wrapping one arm around her protectively.
Molly flipped through the choices on Netflix and settled on A Christmas Story. "It's kind of stupid but it's really funny." She knew she was babbling, but she was always worried Jim would hate her movie choices. After all he did lie and say he loved Glee back in the day, only for her to find out he thought it was the worst show ever.
"Relax, whatever you want to watch is fine." He kissed the top of her head and the two of them turned their attention to the movie. "Jim…" Molly trailed off and looked up, meeting his eyes. She knew he got uncomfortable if she got too lovey-dovey with her feelings. "I just wanted to say thank you again. I think this is the best Christmas I've ever had."
"You're welcome. I think this is the first Christmas I've ever celebrated, so it'll go down as a good one." He made her laugh and she kissed him once more.
"Okay, now let's watch the movie. This one's my favorite." Molly smiled and tried to focus on the movie. Jim smirked and nodded "Okay, no more talking. I hope it's as funny as you said it is."
"It's funny, you'll like it. I'm like forty percent sure."
"With odds like that, what could possibly go wrong?"
Molly smacked his arm and shook her head at him. "Well excuse me, it's hard to pin you down sometimes. You're so changeable." She mimicked the way he always talked about himself and he stared at her with wide eyes.
"My goodness. Who knew you could be so mean?" He feigned hurt and Molly burst out laughing.
"I guess I'm just learning from the best." She heard her phone's text tone go off and stretched to grab it from the coffee table. When she opened the text she felt her stomach clench. "Merry Christmas Molly. I just wanted to text you. I've been thinking about you." She quickly exited out of the text from her ex fiancé Tom before Jim could see it. The last thing she needed was him seeing it and getting jealous.
She almost jumped as it chimed again. "I was hoping maybe we could meet for lunch soon. Just to talk, nothing more. I've changed a lot and I just want to talk to you." She closed it out again and put her phone on silent, tossing it to the chair far away from them.
"What was that about?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Just some Merry Christmas texts. I put it on silent so we can focus on the movie."
Jim seemed to hesitate a moment but nodded, "Okay." He tightened his grip around her, pulling her closer against his chest and Molly allowed herself to relax into him again. She wasn't even going to worry about Tom right now. She'd much rather focus on cuddling with her psychopathic boyfriend while they watched Christmas movies. She could worry about Tom's random texts another day.