A/N: For benedicted-cumberbatch on tumblr. She made me do it. Sorry not sorry indeed!

It wasn't easy, being the consort to the most powerful man in the world. It would be even more difficult after the official coronation in a week's time, when Molly Hooper would be crowned Empress.

As she stared out at the deepening blues of the twilight sky, the first stars appearing as the sun sunk below the horizon, she wondered if she was a fool for allowing Khan to talk her into taking on the burden of co-rulership with him.

Then she glanced back at the man sleeping in their bed, dark hair rumpled and falling over his eyes, that gorgeous, powerful body proudly naked on top of the even more rumpled sheets and silken coverlet, and she smiled.

Yes, Molly decided as she removed her dressing gown and slid back beneath the covers, resting her head on Khan's shoulder, it was well worth it and always would be. To be loved by this man was a thrill like no other, and she was already a target just by choosing to be by his side; what difference would a crown make, really?

"You are thinking rather loudly, my love." She felt the rumble of his voice as well as heard it, and wound her arm round his waist, nestling closer to him. "What troubles you so tonight? Is it the coronation?"

"Less the coronation than what comes after," Molly confessed. There was no point in keeping anything from him; like the human whose genome had been the building blocks of the Augment program, Khan was a deductive genius. He was also a man who well knew the moods of his consort, just as she had learned to know every nuance of his.

"Do you wish to remain simply my consort, with no official responsibilities outside your medical labs and those tedious social engagements we are forced to endure?" One arm had encircled her slight form, those long, elegant fingers stroking her bare flesh and raising a delicious heat that Molly had thought fully sated this evening.

"No." Molly's response was firm, unhesitating. She'd already made her decision and not even the coldest of cold feet would force her to back out now. She would stand proudly by Khan's side, supporting his efforts to bring peace to ever corner of the globe as he'd been not only trained by literally born and bred to do. She might not be a full-blooded Augment, but the genetic enhancements she'd willingly undergone in order to be able to live this life, to defend herself and any children they might have, had made her stronger in so many ways, physically and mentally; even before she'd willingly submitted to those alterations, she never was the type to back away from a challenge.

"Good." With that single word, Khan rolled himself on top of her and lowered his head to hers for a passionate kiss. Molly returned it with equal passion, her tongue meeting his thrusts and her hands tangling in his dark hair. She felt his mouth moving downward, sliding along her throat, nipping at her pulse and pulling moan after moan from her lips.

He continued moving down her body, that glorious mouth pausing only to lovingly suck each of her taut, staining nipples into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and with sharp nips of his teeth before finally releasing her in order to press a series of damp kisses down her abdomen. Molly widened her legs, laughing as he threw them over his shoulders, the laughter quickly turning to cries of pleasure as he set to work at turning her into a writhing, moaning mess.

She came hard, harder than she had only a few hours earlier, when she and Khan had first repaired to their private chambers. And when he slid back up her body, lips and chin glistening with her juices, a satisfied gleam in his sea-green eyes, she pulled him down for a demanding kiss, knowing how much he loved it when she tasted herself on his lips.

"Khan, make love to me," she whispered when the kiss ended, pressing her lips to the lobe of his ear and sucking it into her mouth. He groaned and fumbled between his legs, eventually pressing his prick deep inside her. She grinned; it was always lovely to see him come undone just by a few words and the feeling of her mouth on his body. No one else got to see him like this; only she was allowed to view the Emperor aching and eager as an untried boy.

And only she was allowed to receive him into her body, the full, hard, hot length of him. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, ankles locked behind his back, hips tilted as he started moving rhythmically into her body. She met his thrusts eagerly, panting into his ear, feeling his hot breaths on her own flesh as they began the steep climb toward their mutual pleasure.

"I love you," Khan muttered into her skin. "I adore you, you have no idea how much you matter, Molly, how much I long for you to be my Empress, mother of my children, the only woman worthy of that title…"

Molly let out a low, gasping laugh. "Which title, my love?" she whispered back, stroking his hair, winding her fingers through the thick, dark locks. "Empress, or mother of your children?"

"Both," he gasped out, pounding into her with a fierce desperation. "Always and forever, my love."

"Yes," she sighed, then felt her body approaching the apex and dug her nails into his scalp. He hissed and increased his pace, knowing that as her signal that she needed him to fuck her harder, faster, to bring her over the edge and join her in that glorious rise and fall.

He roared out his climax shortly after she cried out her own, calling his name and reveling in the sound of hers falling from his lips.

They lay together, sweating and panting, until the aftershocks had come and gone, the little earthquakes shuddering through their bodies. When their hearts had slowed to normal and their breathing eased, they curled together, Khan's arms protectively around Molly's body, and she knew he would do everything in his power to keep her – and eventually, their children – safe.

It was a warming thought to carry into the darkness of sleep.