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CHAPTER 14 - The Doctor Visits River Song

"It's a good thing we keep your lingerie drawer stocked," Sherlock murmured against her lips as she slid the bra off her arms and threw it on ground. He slid his hands down her arms and circled her hips. She pressed her breasts against his chest.

"You're still wearing your nice shirt and trousers," she teased, moving her hand to cup his hardening shaft in her right hand. The other hand played with the hair at his neck.

"I thought you liked the contrasting sensations," Sherlock teased back, brushing his chest against her nipples. She groaned and closed her eyes, her buds tightening. He chuckled and pulled away from Tabitha. She pouted, but then grinned as he began to unbutton his shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back in another seductive pose, as he threw the shirt to the side of the room.

"Is there something you want me to do?" Tabitha fluttered her eyelashes at Sherlock.

He smirked as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his manhood. Tabitha bit her lip as she slid to kneel in front of him. She took his shaft onto her hand, stroking him as he ran his fingers through her hair. She lightly tongued his tip. Sherlock threw his head back, eyes closed, and thrust against her mouth. She took him deep. He moaned, gripped her hair, and thrust again. Tabitha allowed him to control their position as he used her mouth.

"On the bed, darling," Sherlock rasped, helping her onto the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees, stopping in the middle and looking back over her shoulder. Sherlock's pants had disappeared. The heated look he gave her made her suck in a breath as he knelt on the bed behind her. He caressed her behind, running his hands over the thin lace that covered her. Instead of a sensual thong, Tabitha knew that Sherlock liked the bikini style underwear.

"Are you going to rip those, too?" she murmured, more to herself than to him. He smacked her on the behind with a grin. She growled, glaring at him playfully over her shoulder. He winked at her and carefully slid the garment over her hips and down her thighs. She moved her calves so he could pull them off. "Thank you."

"Next time," he promised, gripping her hips. Tabitha closed her eyes and placed her cheek on the cool sheets beneath her, waiting for Sherlock to torture her like he usually would with his hands. Instead, he surprised her by thrusting hard inside her core, making her gasp in pain and pleasure.

"Sherlock!" Tabitha gripped the sheets as he thrust roughly against her. He held her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin. He moaned and wrapped his hands around to grip her breasts. He pinch and pulled at her nipples as he plunged inside her. He bit the skin on her back, over her shoulders and low on her neck. She whimpered and pushed back against him, getting close to her orgasm.

"I love that I don't have to do much to make you come," Sherlock murmured, pinching her nipples with more force than before. Tabitha cried out, shuddering around his cock. Sherlock pumped a few more times and spilled himself into her with a growl. They held each other tightly as they caught their breath. Sherlock felt himself slipping out of Tabitha, and he pulled back slowly.

Tabitha fell onto her back with a sigh, spreading her legs and arms over the bed. Sherlock smiled at the pleased look on her face as he got a cloth to wash her body. He was just as satisfied as his fiancée. He came back to hear her lightly snoring and chuckled.

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Benedict had gone out with Tabitha three times, twice at his place and once at hers. He wasn't sure if this meant they were a couple, but tonight was their fourth date, and he was nervous as hell. He knew so much more about her then she did him, only because he met her mirror image a few months ago. This woman was different than the one before, though. She was shy, quiet, and completely okay with keeping their dates to her place or his.

He ran a hand through his short auburn hair, frowning as he tried to tame his curls. He had never been very good at straightening his own hair, so he sighed and smoothed them down one last time. He took a deep breath as he made sure the buttons on his white dress shirt was buttoned correctly. He smirked as he remembered their first official date at his place – the buttons had been so out of order that he had wanted to hide in the bathroom for a while.

Ben knew that he was slightly overdressed with his black trousers, but this night was special. He was going to ask her out on a public date with his parents. He jumped and swiftly turned away from the mirror as the doorbell rang. He jogged down his stairs and to the door. He grinned as he opened it. Tabitha stood there with a small, shy smile. She immediately brushed a hair behind her hair.

"Hi."

"Come in," he replied. She stepped in, and he shut the door behind her. He sucked in a breath at her soft beauty. Her red-gold hair was down in waves over her shoulders, her bangs brushing her eyebrows. She pushed her glasses up her nose as she turned to look up at him. "You look lovely."

She was wearing a black a-line dress with an illusion bodice and a ribbon belt clasped with a circled diamond brooch. Her feet were covered in a sexy pair of peep toe lace booties with a four inch heel. Tabitha brushed her hair behind her ear again, and looked down at herself.

"I figured it was time to spoil myself. I haven't bought new clothes in years." Ben pressed his lips together in a smile to keep from throwing out what he was thinking. I promise to spoil you with anything you want.

"You deserve it," he instead commented, pressing his hand to her lower back and guiding her toward the living room. The light was dim, and the coffee table had two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. Tabitha lit up at the little chocolates that were beside the glasses. "After a long day at work, chocolate always makes you smile."

"I'm glad after just a few weeks you realize you can make me do anything when you offer chocolate," she chuckled, falling on the couch not-so-gracefully. She smoothed her dress over her thighs as she blushed. Benedict gulped as he sat next to her because he had caught a glance of bright red lace bikini underwear. Tabitha reached for a chocolate piece and took a bite. Ben poured the wine as she moaned and leaned back on the couch. "I am so glad you can afford the good stuff. I'm stuck with Reese's from a vending machine when I get a craving."

"I want you to meet my parents."

Ben blurted this as he handed her the wine glass. She stared at him with her lips parted in surprise.

"Are you sure? I mean… aren't you worried about what the … well, world may say?"

"That I finally found a woman I can see myself settling down with? What's wrong with that?"

Tabitha froze as the wine touched her lips. Benedict felt his face flush and he started to stutter. She blushed and put a finger to his mouth to quiet his words.

"If you're sure you want to do this, I feel the same way. It's like I've known you longer than I actually have."

Ben grinned and pulled her in for a steamy kiss, tasting the wine and chocolate on her tongue.

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Tabitha stood next to Prescott's playard with her arms across her chest. She smiled as she watched her son investigating a colorful rattle in front of him while he made noises. She looked out the window, seeing the sun out, and let out a squeal. Finally, some sun in this gloomy winter month! She hurried to the bedroom, bringing the baby monitor with her, and changed into skinny jeans, thigh-high flat-footed boots, and a long-sleeved dark jumper. Putting her hair up in a bun, she came back out into the living room.

"Let's go visit Aunt Molly! If we're lucky, we'll get to see daddy in action!"

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With Prescott in her arms, wearing his warm winter clothing, Tabitha hummed as she strolled into the morgue. She stopped short with an amused look on her face as the group around the body shouted at one another.

"The body has been dead for 48 hours!" John exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"24 hours, John," Sherlock replied, his face stoic and blank. Vincent looked between the two of them, looking like he didn't know which side to pick.

"Why do you think 24 hours? I did the full workup, and he's been dead 48 hours," Molly frowned, her hands over her chest next to Vince. Mary stood close to John, staring at the body.

"Seriously, John, Molly, have you lost your intelligence to sexual gratification?" Sherlock frowned, brows furrowed, his hands in his pockets. Tabitha sighed and rolled her eyes. John and Molly both pressed their lips together in anger. Vince swallowed and stepped to his girlfriend, while Mary frowned at Sherlock.

"Have you?" John spit back. He jerked around and stomped toward the door, pushing past Tabitha. He didn't stop to greet her as he left the room.

"That was uncalled for, Sherlock," Mary murmured, glaring at Sherlock as she followed her fiancé. Molly stepped up to Sherlock and poked him in the chest with her finger.

"You are being a complete arse. What is wrong with you?"

"Is no one listening to me? All of you are wrong!" Sherlock stomped to the table, pointing down at the petri dish. The three left in the room didn't seem to notice Tabitha moving closer. "This specimen is deteriorating at double the speed it should, because of the poison."

"What?" Molly stepped and leaned down next to Sherlock. She studied it a moment, and flushed.

"Sherlock, now that she knows you're right, apologize for being a jerk."

The two jumped and straightened at her voice. Vincent looked relieved that she was there. Sherlock smirked and immediately moved to Tabitha, taking his grinning son in his arms. Tabitha poked his shoulder as he bounced Prescott in his arms.

"He's right. You're right, Sherlock," Molly sighed, giving the sample to Vincent to do new paperwork.

"Yes, but he was being a huge jerk. Apologize," Tabitha repeated, raising her eyebrows at him. Sherlock looked up from his son and frowned. He huffed and turned to Molly.

"I am sorry that my tone was not appropriate."

"Thank you," Molly answered with a small smile.

"Now, text John." Tabitha pulled his phone from his long coat and held it out to him.

"Fine," he murmured, snatching the phone and handing Prescott back to Tabitha.

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Sherlock couldn't put words to what he was feeling. He was being more irritable than he usually acted. John had accepted his apologetic text almost immediately. He sat on the floor, legs crossed, while Prescott sat on his behind, slobbering on one of his stuffed animals – an otter. Tabitha had explained the connection between himself and the animal in her world. It was amusing, but completely untrue. Nonetheless, Prescott seemed to call this little stuffed animal his favorite.

Sherlock smiled softly down at his son. He was on his stomach, laying on a deep emerald baby blanket, surrounded by toys that Tabitha and Sherlock agreed would help his development. His fiancée was taking a shower, and afterwards Sherlock concluded that she would make them both dinner. At almost 7 months, Prescott was starting to eat solid food. Sherlock reached over to the diaper bag as Prescott murmured and shook the otter with vigor.

"You are developing on track, little Prescott," Sherlock murmured, making notes in his notebook. He quickly measured and estimated weight of his son. When Tabitha walked in, Sherlock was in his chair with a book in his hand. Prescott was in the same place as when she had left for her shower.

"Sherlock, you have a major danger sitting right next to our son," Tabitha said with a frown. Sherlock furrowed his eyes in confusion as she hurriedly pulled a kitchen chair stacked high with books and a printer further away from Prescott.

"He can't reach it. It's sturdy."

"Not taking a chance," Tabitha sighed, rolling her eyes. She crouched down to Prescott and tickled his stomach. The infant wiggled and smiled.

"Valentine's Day is coming up."

Tabitha raised an eyebrow at Sherlock as she stood. Prescott put his attention back on his beloved otter. She made her way into the kitchen to start preparing a quick dinner of baked chicken and vegetables. Sherlock watched her from over the top of his book discreetly. Why hadn't she made a comment about what he had said?

"Tabitha?"

"Yes?" She kept her eyes on the vegetables she was cutting up.

"I am expected to have a plan for that holiday, yes?"

"You didn't last year," she chuckled, glancing at him with a grin before turning back to her work. Sherlock sat his book next to him on the table and pressed his fingers together with a little laugh.

"You didn't seem to mind. Since we have a child, do you mind this year?"

"You don't have to have a plan, Sherlock," she commented. Tabitha turned her body quickly to face Sherlock from the kitchen counter. "And I am saying this in complete honesty – not one of those 'I do but don't want to tell you' type of things."

"I see," Sherlock answered, a real smile on his face. Tabitha turned back to her dinner preparations. "Do you like surprises?"

"Your surprises? I think I'm just curious enough to let it happen."

"Hm," Sherlock replied, his mind going a mile a minute going through options and things that should be done.

He would ask John and Mary to care for Prescott for the night. Luckily, the holiday fell on a weekend. He'd also have to contact certain officials, get paperwork, and a place for the celebration. He placed Mycroft at the head of those issues. He grabbed his phone.

Tabitha and I are to be married on Valentine's Day. Can you get the proper paperwork and officiate lined up for that day? – SH

Sherlock, you do realize it will be very hard to have everything ready in three weeks? – MH

I assume you can fix that – SH

Of course. – MH

Is that a yes? Also, Tabitha is not to know until the day. – SH

I'll email you the information in three days at the latest. – MH

Sherlock grinned, flipped his phone in his hand, and sat it on the side table. Tabitha placed food in the oven, washed her hands, and went to work making Prescott's dinner.

"Sherlock, can you change him?"

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Sherlock is planning something on Valentine's Day. Can you two get any information from your guys? – TH

John says to check the whole flat every day. It may not be safe for children, especially now that Prescott is scooting around. – MM

I can't say a thing, you know that! – Mx

I'm already going through the flat twice a day keeping it relatively safe. Sherlock threw a tantrum when I moved all his experiments to the kitchen – TH

So you know, Molly! – TH

Vincent can't keep a secret from me. – Mx

It's not an experiment, though, apparently. At least, John hopes it's not. – MM

I shouldn't have ask. – TH

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One week until Valentine's Day, and the Doctor clasped his hands nervously in front of a mirror in his personal room in his blue box. He straightened his bowtie and ran a hand through his hair.

"Seriously, you've spent plenty of time with River. Why are you so nervous now, you clot?"

He huffed and grabbed the small dark blue wrapped box from the bedside table. He hurried down the stairs to see Clara placing a small suitcase near the double doors. He grinned and threw out his arms. She smiled back and hugged him tightly.

"Ah, my Clara. Have fun with the new boyfriend. Don't let him get away with anything, you hear?"

"Shush, you sound like a father." He just smiled at her as they pulled back. "Don't have too much fun with Ms. Song."

"It's always an adventure with River."

Clara laughed, hugged him one last time, and left the box. The Doctor watched the door for a moment, and jumped when a thought slammed into him. Wine! He needed wine! He turned toward the chairs near the console and saw a bottle wrapped with a red bow.

"Thank you!" he shouted up into the TARDIS ceiling. He picked up the bottle, placed it gently in a little nook on the console, and set about to meet River at their special spot.

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Benedict watched his Tabitha doing the dishes in his kitchen. He grinned as he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist. She jumped in surprise and giggled. She laid her head back on his shoulder for a moment before going back to her work.

"What's up?"

"My parents love you."

"I hope so. Have you checked the gossip?"

"I never do."

"I'm only getting a little bit of negative reviews."

Suddenly, the wind starting blowing around the room, and the couple turned their head quickly toward the spacious living room. Tabitha gaped and Benedict frowned in confusion as the TARDIS appeared.

"Wow, this is going to be hard to explain."

"You're going to try, right?" she asked nervously, pressing herself against Benedict. He kissed her temple and waited for the door to open.

"Are you ready, my love?" The Doctor burst out of the blue doors with flair, flinging his arms out and twirling, a wine bottle with a bow in his hand. Benedict raised an eyebrow as Tabitha stared, wide-eyed. The Doctor stopped suddenly and frowned. Realizing he was in the wrong place, he gasped and blushed. "Oh, this is definitely not our special spot."

"No, I assume it isn't. Why are you here, Doctor?" Benedict chuckled, stilling holding onto his Tabitha.

"Ben, who is this? What is that?" she gestured her head toward the blue box. Her hands were on top of his, which was around her waist. He kissed her temple again in reassurance.

"This is the Doctor. He's a … interesting friend."

"Yes! Yes, Hello, Benedict! Hello, Tabitha, how are you?"

"You know who I am?"

"Of course! It feels like I know you very well, from Benedict, of course," the Doctor grinned. "As to why I'm here, I don't have a clue. I was meeting River at our spot. Why did you send me here, TARDIS?"

He swung around and faced the big blue box. Tabitha stared skeptically as the light on top of the box faded in and out, followed by a whirring sound. The Doctor thought about the noise, and sighed in defeat.

"Are you sure he's, you know, all there?" she whispered to Ben.

"Trust me, it's all real. The TARDIS is pretty damn awesome," he whispered back.

"It seems the TARDIS got over-excited and over-jumped the time stream. She's as excited to see Ms. Song as I am," he chuckled, straightening his bowtie. "Good to see you, Ben. Nice to meet you, Ms. Wilson. I'll be off!"

The Doctor disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Tabitha and Benedict stayed wrapped around one another for a moment as they processed what had just happened. She pulled away and turned, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"You are going to tell me everything."

"You are never going to believe it." He smiled sheepishly.