Chapter Fourteen: I will be loved tonight

Hours later,

I feel a little uneasy as Sherlock and I enter our hotel room for the night. It had been two years and though I was looking forward to being with him again, I was still somewhat conscious about my body. Sherlock slams the door shut, disrupting my thoughts as he whips me around to capture my mouth in a kiss. I drop my overnight bag and grab onto his coat, instinctively helping him out of his coat. I back up, crashing into a table, flailing backwards as I find myself being pinned onto the cool surface. Sherlock doesn't seem to care that he's got me on a table instead of a bed.

I grab his hand as he begins pulling my skirt up. "Wait." I mumble against his mouth. "Wait a minute."

He exhales deeply and looks down at me. "Let me guess…too fast?"

"Not really. In spite of what you believe, I was kinda expecting you to do something like that." I pat his chest gently at the look of disappointment on his face. "I'd like to freshen up first."

He stares down at me with a disbelieving expression. "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not. Let me up."

"You are aware that I really want to tear this dress off you?"

I nod. "Yes, but I'd like this dress for another occasion. Hand me my bag, please."

Sherlock exhaled and got off me. "Fine."

I smoothed my dress, straightened up and took my bag that he extended towards me. "Thank you."

"I'll wait…again." He makes a face as he tugs off his tie. "Try not to take too long."

"And hang up your clothes." I headed towards the bathroom. "I'll be out as soon as I feel like it!"

Sherlock snorted as I closed turned on the light, closed the bathroom and opened up my bag. I'd purchased white negligee for my first wedding, but Sherlock had insisted on helping me out of my dress and told me that I didn't need it. So I'd planned on wearing on our first anniversary, but since that never happened; our second wedding night would be the perfect occasion.

I smiled contentedly as I got out of my dress, hanging it up. I began humming before singing softly. Well, pop the champagne break out the cologne, I slide the negligee over my head and smooth it down around my hips. turn up the moonlight and turn off the phone. Well, what a surprise, a man is in sight, I look towards the door and smile. and I will be loved tonight.

"Getting anxious?" Sherlock teased on the other side of the door.

I shake my head and continue singing as I check my makeup. To fondle his skin, to savor his lips; to nozzle his chin, to move with his hips. Our words will be soft as we softly ignite. I reach for my hairbrush; begin brushing my hair with a broad smile on my face. And I will be loved, tonight! You can go from week from week; you can from year to year. I set my brush aside and reach for the perfume I wore on my first wedding night, 'Phantom of the opera' and sprayed myself heavily. Not a hand placed on your cheek, not a whisper in your ear. You can make it through ok, you can live and laugh and flirt. I stand up and walk towards the bathroom door. It's quite easy in the day. I pause with my hand on the knob with a contemplative thought. It's just the nights that always… hurt.

I open the door and smile to find Sherlock sitting on the bed, clad only in his boxers, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bare legs. He stands up, surprise in his eyes at my rather surprising choices of outfits today. He stands up and holds out his hand for me. "You're just full of surprises tonight aren't you?"

I nod and approach him; the song is almost over so I decide to finish singing. So let darkness come, cause that will be fine. He shakes his head as I smile at him. For I'll have a soul entangled with mine, I take his hand and he pulls me towards him. we'll do as we please. I look up into Sherlock's dazzling eyes. So please hold me tight. His arms eagerly press me tightly against him. For I will be loved, I will be loved. Sherlock's hands massaged my hips for a few moments. Yes! My 'yes' came out a little more enthusiastic than planned and Sherlock gave me an amused smile. I will be loved, my voice softened as my heart rate sped up. Yes, loved, he brushes my hair back from my face. tonight.

He leans forward and kisses me on the mouth. I smile and bring my hand up to stroke his face. He breaks the kiss and murmurs against my forehead. "You must know every song on the face of this earth."

I smile and wrap my arms around his waist. I feel his skin tremble under my touch. "Kiss me Sherlock, please."

Sherlock leaned forward. "I'm planning to do a great deal more than that."

I inhaled and closed my eyes as Sherlock's lips tenderly claimed mine. Or at least it was supposed to be tender. The moment our lips met, fire burned my soul seized my overflowing heart. I deepened the kiss slightly, inviting him to officially take me as he wanted. I was ready now. His grip on my waist slid down to cup my hips in his hands before lifting me up from the ground. His lips grew more passionate as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The feelings that we'd been attempting to fight for weeks grew like a huge bubble and burst. With every breath, sigh and kiss, the emotions turned into something that frightened and fueled both of us.

My body reacted to his as his hand crept up towards my breast. I leaned deeper into his exploring hand. Sherlock instantly reacted and began backing me up towards the bed. Moments later, we were on the bed. Sherlock nudged me backward towards the head of the bed, not breaking contact until my head thumped on the headboard.

"Sorry." He said breaking the kiss.

"I'm ok." I assured him.

His gaze and hands moved down to my negligee. I observed his hands were trembling as he drew it up and over my head, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. His hands hesitated on the waistband of my underwear. "Tell me to stop," he said tightly, his voice tells me that he is straining for control, but a part of him is remembering to consider my feelings. "and I will."

"Don't you dare stop. Please continue." Sherlock obliged me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, smiling at him teasingly, after he'd removed my underwear. "Now…make love to me Mr. Holmes."

He looked deeply into my eyes, studying me closely before removing the last piece of clothing on his person. True, this was our second marriage, but there was still some unease with both of us, understandably. But then the moment we looked at each other, all restraint, unease and thoughts of taking it easy just evaporated out the window! Heat filled me as Sherlock kissed me; his tongue invading my mouth. I moaned as heat and sensations tore my body. His mind ordered me to submit to him, so I did, I moved my legs aside, inviting him in.

I did feel some pain as Sherlock entered me, but I didn't care. Tears filled my eyes, I don't know why. Maybe it was because I'd thought I'd never feel Sherlock within me again and the feeling was so wonderful. But he didn't move, he remained completely still.

I opened my eyes to see a triumphant look come over his face. "I've got you again." His voice was a low growl that sent shivers all over me. He gave a hard thrust and I cried out as it hit that spot. "You are mine." I bucked against Sherlock, asking for him to continue. "You want more?" He teased me before his tone became a dark order. "Beg me."

I stared up at him in amazement. "What?"

"Beg me." He repeated his demand, remaining still inside me. "You need me to ensure that you orgasm, so if you want it, beg me for it."

I lick my lips and tentatively whisper. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Sherlock, please."

He snapped as he grabbed a hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Sherlock please what?" He demanded. "Have you no demands to make of me?"

"Make love to me!" I pleaded as I looked up at him.

"How?" He hissed. "Tell me Tammy."

I moan as his grip on my wrists tighten. I cannot hesitate to surrendering to my husband's demands for him to take my body and make it feel alive again. "Take me, ravish me, kiss me, and use me anyway you want! Please...make me feel like a woman again. Make me feel like yours again."

He smothered my cries instantly with a hot, feverish, open-mouthed kiss and he began moving hard and deep within me. Those hands of his were everywhere on me! His lips sent me to heaven and my mind was a fevered blur, as his thrusts grew deeper. Even after two years of absence, Sherlock knew exactly which spot caused me to scream out his name in a feverish daze. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his cologne deeply. He grabbed a hold of my hair, turned my face towards his. He bit my lower lip and I clenched tighter around him. My fingers dug into his back, clinging onto him for dear life as he moved faster inside me. My cries filled the room with Sherlock's shout of triumph as we came together in unbridled satisfaction.

I gasped for air as he breathed hot air on my neck. I ran my hand down his scarred back, which had a fine sweat on it now. I exhaled deeply as I ran my hair through his curls. Sherlock lifted his head from my neck, placing two sweet, gentle and brief kisses on my mouth. I return his kisses. "You were….amazing."

He doesn't look convinced. "Mediocre at best."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't argue... with your wife. I've missed you... for two years, you were…perfect."

"That's the difference with us Tammy." He explained, that rapid deduction tone creeping into his voice. "You've been missing it; I on the other hand have been looking forward to it. I've had two whole years to think of all sorts of things that I was going to do once I had you under me." He threatened and I flushed red at the animalistic look in his eyes as he moved to possess my lips again. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name! And believe me…you won't!"