Apparently I am incapable of writing short chapters! Ha! Oh well :-P
I had a bit of fun writing this one :D
Hope you all enjoy it!
Sherlock does something a Bit Not Good ... oh dear! What a shocker! haha!
Chapter Twenty-Five - Swan or Sydney Opera House?
"Swan or Sydney Opera House?" Sherlock asked, beckoning to the two images on his laptop screen.
Molly didn't even take a second before giving a reply, "Swan! Definitely swan for the serviettes!"
The corner of his mouth quirked. "Thought as much, you being an animal lover and all."
She smiled. "Are you going to make these yourself? You can make napkin origami?" She bit back a laugh when she saw that the tips of his ears turned pink.
"And what of it if I can?" he spat out.
She moved her fingers through his curls. "Oh, nothing! I just find it rather adorable! How did you learn?"
He mumbled something illegible as he opened up the word document he had been typing in earlier.
"Was that YouTube I heard you say?" she asked, moving her hand to the play with the curls at the nape of his neck.
"Yes."
She smiled. "You actually went on YouTube and watched videos of how to fold fancy napkins?"
"YES! It was for John and Mary!" he exclaimed loudly.
"Shhh …" She moved her other hand to cup his face, running her fingertips over his cheek. "No need to get so worked up, I was just asking that's all. What you did for them was very sweet. I'm sure that they both appreciated every bit of help that you gave them." She pressed a tender kiss to his jaw.
He turned his head slightly, bumping his nose against hers. "Thank you."
She laid her head on his shoulder. "Where do you think we should have the wedding? I don't entirely fancy the idea of marrying in a church, and I'm sure you don't at all."
He answered without hesitation, "Wakehurst Mansion."
She hadn't expected him to give such a quick answer. Well, she hadn't exactly expected him to have an answer at all. She sat back up to look directly at him.
"Where?" she asked.
"Wakehurst Mansion, it's in West Sussex."
He tapped away at his laptop and brought up the website. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at the screen.
"Oh my God. That's … beautiful!" she said.
He smiled. "I thought you'd like it, mainly because it looks a bit like-
"Thornfield Hall," she finished for him.
"Yes, exactly."
She settled herself against him. "You sir, have an uncanny knack for knowing exactly what I would like."
He tightened his arm around her. "You approve then?"
"Yes, absolutely," she replied.
"Even without going there first and seeing it in person?"
"Sherlock, it's perfect, it's beautiful. My answer is yes."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead before opening up his word document and typing in the words 'Wakehurst Mansion' where he had specified 'Venue.'
"This is really happening, isn't it? We're really getting married!"
Sherlock stopped typing and turned to look at her. "Yes, we are."
Molly couldn't stop the smile from coming to her face. "Do you have any idea how happy this is making me feel?"
He closed his laptop, placing it down beside them before clasping his hands together over her hip. He moved his body slightly, so that they were able to look at each other more fully.
"I think I have an idea." His smile reflected hers. "Molly, I must confess to you, I never thought or considered anything like this. I never wanted to be in a relationship, I always considered myself married to my work, but then you had to come into my life and change all of that." He gave her hip a slight pinch with his fingers. "I honed my mind to only focus on puzzles and mysteries, convincing myself that friendship and love would only slow me down, and that all of that was completely useless. I know I've spoken words similar to these to you before … but I just wanted to … thank you … for existing."
Instead of saying anything in reply to his sweet words, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. He tightened his hold on her and she twisted herself about so that she was now straddling him, her knees coming to rest on either side of his hips.
"I love you so much, Sherlock," she breathed out.
He touched his forehead to hers, their eyes locked. "I love you too, Molly."
A murder case took Sherlock to the south-side of London. He was gone for three days. Normally he would hardly never text her, much too busy being in his Mind Palace and searching for clues to solve the murder. But not so this time. He was texting her constantly, more often than not questions about their wedding.
At first Molly found it to be slightly funny. But when he started to text her in the middle of the night it quickly became annoying. How the ridiculous man was able to both focus on completing the case, and also think about their wedding was something she was certain she would never be able to wrap her head around.
She had to admit though, when she got the text telling her that he was on his way home she felt her heart flutter. The bed had been feeling too empty without him there.
Taking note of where he was coming from she calculated how long it would be before he arrived at Baker Street. She showered, then lathered herself in the lotion that he once told her he loved smelling on her skin. Could it be that the man had a scent kink?
The minutes ticked by, her body practically aching in anticipation at the thought of his return. When a thought came to her mind, she giggled wickedly. Fifteen minutes later the sound of his footsteps on the stairs filled the flat. She nibbled on her bottom lip, chuckling softly to herself.
"Molly?" he called out.
How was it that just the man's voice alone could send heat pooling between the apex of her legs?
"In the bedroom!" she answered him.
He strode down the hallway, coming to a standstill when he reached the doorway.
"Welcome home, Sherlock."
She was stretched out along the bed, entirely naked, leaning on her elbow with her head resting on her hand. His breath hitched in his throat. Her smiled widened as he stepped into the room and began to quickly undress himself. Once he was entirely naked he got onto the bed and moved over to her. She tilted her head back, continuing to smile up at him.
"What a welcome this is!" he murmured, before dropping downwards to press his lips to hers.
She sighed into the kiss as it grew in passion, slipping her arm about his neck. He wrapped his arm around her waist, clutching at the small of her back as their tongues fought for dominance. The hard points of her nipples were pressing into his chest.
"I've missed you," she whispered against his lips.
"Missed you too," he replied, before kissing her deeply again, pressing his entire body against hers, his erection bumping up against her stomach.
He pulled away from her, breathing heavily. "One moment." He kissed her lightly then moved off of the bed and went to shut the bedroom door.
Molly sat up, watching him as he returned to the bed. But instead of climbing back up he stood at the foot of it. He tapped on the edge with his fingertip, then beckoned to her.
"Come here," he said.
She smiled again and moved towards him on her knees. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.
"Lay down … on your back," he instructed.
She did as he asked, and he grabbed her about the hips pulling her closer to him, until her bum sat at the edge of the mattress, her legs hanging over. The tip of his cock brushed against her pelvic mound, she whimpered, desperate for him to be buried inside of her.
He spread her legs wide apart, lifting her thighs until they were pressed against his hips. It was then that he entered her, knowing that she was wet and ready for him. His movements started out slow, slipping into her only halfway before pulling himself out.
She cried out in frustration, knowing how much he enjoyed teasing her like this. She threw her head back, clutching at the sheets when he nudged her clit with the head of his cock.
"God Sherlock, stop, please! I want you inside of me! Please!" She hated him for making her beg, and yet she also loved it. It was a strange sort of game that the pair of them both enjoyed playing.
He thrust into her then bottoming out completely, his balls coming to rest against her.
"Yes! Oh!" Her knuckles grew white as she clutched more tightly at the bed sheets.
His pelvis pressed directly against her clit. She moaned and sighed happily as he thrust into her over and over. When he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, he tilted his hips ever so slightly so that the tip of his cock hit against that lovely little spot inside of her that made her moan like a wild animal. He dropped his head down and mouthed at her breast, lapping at her nipple with his tongue. Just as he grazed it with his teeth he came to a sudden standstill.
"Sherlock?" Molly sounded worried.
Without a word he reared back and slipped his cock out of her.
"Sherlock!"
She shot up, watching as he moved about the room, obviously looking for something.
"What the hell are you doing?" she said angrily.
"One moment, Molly," he answered dismissively.
With a loud huff she pulled herself up the bed, before throwing herself back down upon the mattress, her head hitting the pillow as she clamped her legs shut and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Unbelievable," she muttered beneath her breath.
Sherlock found what he had been looking for, a thick black leather-bound book. He flipped it open, grabbed up a pen and began to write something down. Within moments he was finished and returned to the bed, his still hard-cock bouncing slightly from his movements, it glistening in the faint light.
She was glaring at him at his he climbed onto the bed. He hesitated, looking off to the side for a moment.
"Not ... Good?" he questioned slowly, returning his gaze to her.
"Not Good at all. WAY more than a Bit Not Good! What the hell was that all about?"
He dropped himself down beside her, his cock beginning to soften. "I had an idea, for the wedding, I knew that if I didn't write it down straight away I'd forget it."
She blinked at him. "You never forget anything, unless you choose to delete it."
He looked away from her again."Yes well ahh- that is true. But I've come to find that when I'm with you, in you, my mind becomes blank, all I can think of and focus on is you, how you feel around me, how you make me feel, the noises you're making. Other thoughts tend to drift in from time to time, but once I orgasm, I've forgotten what they were. I knew that if I didn't write it down, I'd never remember."
She stared up at the ceiling, contemplating his words. "So what you're telling me is that you have mind-blowing orgasms?"
He let out a snort. "As completely inaccurate and impossible as that phrase actually is ... err yes."
She let out a giggle. "Well that's quite a compliment ..."
He looked at her, hopeful. Her gleeful expression quickly changed back to a serious one.
"If you ever do anything like that again I swear I won't shag you for an entire month, possibly two," she stated firmly.
He swallowed thickly. "I won't."
"To hell with if you forget whatever blasted idea you come up with. Pulling out of me like that ... please don't ever do that again."
He curled up against her, nuzzling her neck, brushing his nose against her ear. "I won't," he repeated, placing a kiss upon her throat. "You're wearing that lotion," he noted then sighed against her. "Did I …?"
"Ruin the mood?" she finished his sentence for him.
"Mmm."
"No."
"Oh!"
She splayed her hand out on his chest, pushing him until he was flat on his back. She straddled his thighs, taking his now flaccid cock between her fingers. With an impish grin she shifted herself down until she was straddling his knees, before leaning forward and taking his cock between her lips.
"Mmmm…" She moaned softly around the tip, and lapped at him with her tongue, before taking more of his length into her mouth.
He dropped his head back onto the pillow, his chest rising and falling, grunts escaping from between his lips. Within no time his cock returned to full hardness. She released him from her mouth, leering up at him with a Cheshire Cat grin.
"That is quite a delicious combination, your cock and my juices!" She gave the tip a gentle kiss before pulling upwards, holding herself steady directly over him.
He lifted his hands up off the mattress, placing them about her waist. She splayed her hands out onto his chest, tipping herself forward slightly before sinking herself down onto his cock.
She gasped as he became nestled inside of her, rocking her hips slightly. His fingers dug into her skin, a groan coming from deep within his chest, as she began to truly ride him.
"Molly, my Molly!" He was chanting her name.
She tilted herself further forward, not slowing her movements on his cock, so that their lips could meet. His hands were on her arse now, guiding her up and down him, lifting his hips off the mattress. She cried out, the joint movements of their bodies tipping her over the edge. She was trembling against him; he held her close, and continued to thrust up into her until he too came with a cry of her name upon his lips.
He continued to cradle her in his arms as they both slowly came down from the high that they had just created together. She was the first to move, sliding her hand up and over his chest.
"Mind blown?" she asked with snicker.
He let out a loud humph in reply, only causing her laugh to increase. With a low growl he rolled her onto her back, the pair of them moaning when they both realized that he was still inside of her. She lifted up her legs, locking them over his lower back, making certain that he couldn't pull out of her now. His hips involuntarily moved forward, making them both moan again.
"Damn you and your stamina!" she murmured against his lips as he kissed her, he was smirking looking a bit too pleased with himself.
She dug her fingers into his hair, giving the curls a little pull. He growled again. Tilting his body back slightly, he shifted his hips. He kept himself buried inside of her as he moved onto his knees before he dipped his head down and latched onto her breast, giving her left nipple a not-so-very tender bite with his teeth. She gasped, then let out a hiss as he repeated the same action with her other breast. Both nipples were now stiff, aching peaks. He flattened his tongue against her left breast, dragging it across in one direction, then the other, before moving to her other breast, bathing each nipple in the warmth of his tongue, soothing the tender flesh.
He was nibbling at the underside now, nuzzling her with his nose. Sherlock didn't know why exactly (and this somewhat bothered him), but he was completely fascinated by this particular area of her soft, rounded flesh. Judging by the noises Molly always made when he paid attention to her here, she too enjoyed it as much as him. He didn't pull away from her until he had left a red mark upon each.
Lifting up his head he brought his mouth back to hers, gasping when she gave a buck of her hips, moving his nearly-hard cock inside of her.
"I think your stamina matches mine," he growled. He nipped at her bottom lip, rocking his hips against hers, loving the sensation of growing fully-hard inside of her.
"Do you think – oh! – do you think we'll ever grow tired of this?" she gasped out.
"Hmm? Of shagging? No. Your body feels too wonderful; I could never grow tired of this, of us, together like this," he ended his sentence with a roll of his hips.
She hummed in agreement, arching her back slightly as he began to slowly thrust. He placed one hand on her hip, the other pressed into the mattress by her head. They alternated between kissing, moaning and sighing, as their bodies moved together once more. She held onto to his shoulders with both hands, but eventually removed one and slipped it down between their bodies to swirl her fingertips over her clit.
Sherlock swore loudly, loving it when she did this while she was lying beneath him, her knuckles grazing the patch of wiry hair directly above his cock. He kissed her hard, increasing his speed.
He felt her walls shuddering around him, clenching his cock; he gave three more thrusts before following her into the abyss. She unlocked her legs, allowing them to fall bonelessly to the bed. He slipped himself out and collapsed beside her.
Several minutes later, when their rapidly beating hearts had returned to a more normal tattoo, she rolled over onto her stomach and looked at him. His eyes were closed but she knew that he wasn't asleep; he was more likely in his Mind Palace, filing away each moment of their most recent lovemaking.
She reached out and gave the tip of his nose a tap with her finger. His eyes flew open, his gaze meeting hers.
"Are you going to share with me what your idea was?" She raised her eyebrows.
He smiled slightly, moving himself closer to her. "I came up with the colour scheme."
"Oh?" She draped her arm over his chest, brushing her nose against his shoulder."What is it?"
"Yellow."
"Yellow?" she parroted.
"Yellow."
"Why yellow?" she asked.
He moved his head so that it was more at a slant, giving him a better view of her face. "Because of the way you look in that colour."
She smiled. "You like me in yellow?
"Mmm."
"I hardly wear it."
"John's wedding," he noted.
"Oh … my dress. You liked my dress?"
Sherlock shifted so that he was lying on his side, before giving her temple a kiss. "I did. I even liked that ridiculously large yellow bow that you had in your hair."
She chuckled, her breath tickling across his skin. He stroked her back, his hand slipping further downward, tapping her bottom with his fingertips. He stopped suddenly, bringing his hand back up to brush her hair away from her face. He wasn't looking at her, but instead was staring off into the distance.
"You stabbed Tom, with a fork," he spoke this almost flatly.
"Saw that, did you?"
His eyes moved to look at hers. "I always see you."
She moved her head, looking away from him, brushing the sheet with her nose.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Her eyes flew back up to meet his. "Tom thought you were drunk. It made me mad; I knew that you were trying to figure something out, something important."
He kept his eyes locked on hers. "Something else happened at that moment, didn't it?"
She nodded, her gaze falling back down to the bed. "I realized that I could never marry him; that I wouldn't ever be completely happy with him." She slowly raised her eyes, her chocolate ones meeting Sherlock's ocean-green. "If I couldn't have you, I didn't want anyone."
He sighed, exhaling slowly before tucking himself close up against her. "There are times when I wish that you didn't love me as much as you do."
She leaned back in order to look up at him. "Why do you say that?"
"I don't think I'll ever stop believing that I'm not good enough for you."
She let out a sigh of her own, resting her forehead against his chest. "Then I am going to spend the rest of my life trying my hardest to convince you that you are!"
He cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her up so that he could press his mouth against hers in a tender kiss. "I am grateful for that. You are quite a stubborn woman."
She smiled against his lips, returning his kiss. "No more stubborn than you!"
Molly was busy at work; conducting an autopsy with an intern when her text tone pinged. She ignored it, annoyed with herself that she had forgotten to silence it. As the minutes continued to pass, it pinged several more times.
"Aren't you going to check that, Doctor Hooper?"
"No, it's alright Alex, it's probably nothing."
As Molly finished speaking her phone pinged again, her gloved hands stilled.
"Perhaps I will have a look at it, carry on Alex, you're doing very well." She stepped away from the body and snapped off her gloves, tossing them into the nearby bin before pulling her mobile out of her lab coat pocket. There were six texts from Sherlock.
Guest list. Have you thought about who you want to invite? – SH
Molly? – SH
Molly, this is important! – SH
Why aren't you answering me? – SH
I know you're at work, but your patients are dead, it's not as if they are going to go anywhere. – SH
Her mouth twitched at the realization that he had in fact tried to crack a joke.
Please answer me, I'm getting worried! – SH
Her eyes widened when she read his last text, it was only sent two minutes ago, but in Sherlock-time that practically meant two hours. If anything he was probably on his way to Bart's to make sure she was all right. She quickly typed out a hasty reply.
Sherlock I'm fine! – Mx
I couldn't reply to you because I was elbows deep in a chest cavity teaching an intern! - Mx
His reply came almost instantly.
I'm on my way. – SH
She sighed, resting her head in her hand, knowing that it was futile to argue with him. She glanced at the time.
"Alex, why don't you go take your lunch hour? We can finish this up later," she said to the intern.
"All right, Doctor Hooper."
Molly covered the body they had been working on and awaited Sherlock's arrival. Not even five minutes later he marched into the morgue. He pulled her into his arms and was holding her close.
"Sherlock I told you! I'm perfectly all right!" Her voice was muffled by his coat.
"Don't scare me like that!" The words almost stuck in his throat.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. "Scare you? The great Sherlock Holmes, scared?"
"When it comes to you being safe, yes."
She brought her hand up and brushed it over his cheekbone. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." She stood on her tiptoes and gave his lips a gentle kiss.
He deepened it, pulling her more tightly up against him; she let out a squeak against his mouth.
"Sherlock, you're practically crushing me!"
"Sorry." He loosened his hold slightly.
She brought up her other hand, moving her fingertips back and forth over his cheekbones. "It's ok, I'm here, there's nothing to worry about. I'm not going anywhere," she whispered softly to him.
His rested his forehead against hers and sighed deeply.
She brushed her nose against his. "I'm about to go eat lunch, join me? We can eat in my office," she said.
He silently nodded, and at last released her from his embrace. As they walked from the morgue she felt his hand on the small of her back. Once they had gotten food from the canteen they made their way back to her office.
"Done with the case then?" she asked him as she sat in her chair, nodding towards the food he had gotten.
"Yes. It was a five, ridiculously simple." He grabbed a nearby chair, pulling it up alongside hers.
They ate quietly for a few minutes, until Sherlock broke the silence.
"Soo … guest list, do you know who you want to invite to our wedding?" he asked.
She laid down the sandwich she had been eating. "Yes well ahh … I don't really have many people to invite."
He leaned back in his chair. "No family at all?"
She shook her head. "There are a few cousins, but none that I'm very close with. You know that."
He shrugged slightly. "Yes, but I thought perhaps there would be someone."
"Well, there is Meena; she'd kill me if I didn't invite her. Actually I want her and Mary to be my bridesmaids. I could invite Mike Stamford-but I doubt he'll come; he didn't go to John's wedding. In all honesty though, I think it's going to be mainly people from your side. "
Sherlock scowled slightly. "It would seem so."
She ignored his annoyed expression. "Do you have a list?"
"Mmm." He took his mobile from his pocket and handed it over to her.
She scrolled through the list. "SHERLOCK! You don't have Sherrinford on here!"
His scowl deepened. "Why should he be invited?"
"He's your brother you twat! He's family! You're inviting Mycroft, why not Sherrinford?"
Sherlock exhaled loudly. "Fine. Add him to the list."
She shook her head as she typed in Sherrinford's name. "You really are unbelievable sometimes," she muttered under her breath. "There." She handed him back his phone.
He took it, stared down at the list for a moment then pocketed his mobile.
She picked up her half-eaten sandwich. "Is John going to be your best man?"
"Of course."
She took a bite, chewed and swallowed it before saying, "Have you asked him yet?"
"No-ooo."
She rolled her eyes. "Why ever not?"
"I thought that perhaps he would just assume; that he would know without my needing to say anything."
She turned and gave her fiance a weary look. "You hadn't a clue that he was going to ask you!"
"That was different."
She blinked. "No it wasn't."
He humphed.
"Ask him soon," she said. "And don't do it like you did when you told him we were getting married."
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yes, mummy."
She let out a chuckle. "Mmm that reminds me, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"Can your dad be the one who gives me away?" she asked.
Sherlock fiddled with the napkin he had been folding. "I don't think he would mind."
She put her sandwich back down. "What is it?"
He didn't look up at her. "Your father … do you think he would have approved of me?"
"No."
His eyes shot up to meet hers.
"Not at first," she continued. "He would have hated you, as most people do when they first become acquainted with you. But then he would come to realize how much I loved you, and how happy you made me, and he would see that you loved me too, he would have eventually come to love you, very much."
"Good-good to know."
She laid her head down on Sherlock's shoulder, covering his hand with her own, stopping his fidgeting with the napkin.
"I have another question," she said.
"What is it?" He turned his hand so that their palms pressed together.
She laced her fingers with his. "The other night, you went and wrote in a big, black leather book. What is that?"
"Oh, that. It's our wedding book," he replied.
"Wedding book?" She leaned her head back slightly so that she could look at him.
"Yes. I've been writing down everything about our wedding."
She laughed slightly."I thought you were doing that on your laptop, and what about up here?" She reached up and gave his head a tap with her fingertip.
"Hard drive."
"What?" she asked.
"My brain is a hard drive," he stated. "It's not permanent, there's no physical evidence. I wanted something more enduring. And what I have on my laptop is more so a diagram."
"Ohhhhh. Can I see the book, look at it?"
He nodded. "Someday."
"Someday? Why not now?"
"It isn't finished yet."
She narrowed her eyes at him."You are so annoyingly cryptic sometimes."
He gave her a cheeky grin. "I know!"
A week later Mary came to Baker Street to discuss the more womanly aspects of the wedding planning with Molly; John had come with her, carrying little Emily in his arms. She wasn't quite so little anymore though. She had been toddling about for some time now, giving both Mary and John barely a moment's rest when she wasn't napping.
For the passed few minutes Molly had been giving Sherlock distinct looks. He knew exactly what those looks meant. She wanted him to ask John to be his best man. Just as he opened his mouth to speak his text tone went off.
"It's Geoff. He needs help with a case." Sherlock's eyes widened with excitement as he read the rest of Lestrade's text, after pocketing his phone he went to grab his coat "John? Aren't you joining me?"
John looked at his wife and she gave him a nod, he stood up and went to grab his coat that he had only just taken off a few minutes early. Sherlock was exclaiming with unrestrained glee that the case was most certainly a nine. Mary and Molly both exchanged knowing looks, shaking their heads at their silly men.
Once they were both gone Mary went upstairs to settle Emily for a nap in John's old room, when she came back down she looked about the place for the first time. "Wow, you've ahh, really gotten into the whole wedding planning thing!"
Molly grimaced slightly. "Oh, all that." She gestured to the multiple piles of Wedding magazines that were placed about the entire room. "They aren't mine, they're Sherlock's."
Mary blinked at her. "Oh dear. Has he driven you absolutely mad yet?"
"Mmmm, no. But I am definitely getting close. How on earth did you and John survive it?" she asked.
Mary snorted. "Well actually he really was a massive help. It was just rather, ahh, slightly disturbing how into it he was, how good at all of it he was! The man could have his own business!"
Molly laughed. "Yes, I could see why you'd say that. What he's come up with so far is actually quite beautiful!" She turned and looked at the wall behind her; the wall that was usually covered in case files and clues was now littered with wedding things. "He hasn't stopped taking cases yet though, as you very well know, I suppose that's because we're still months away from when the actual wedding will take place."
Mary nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's definitely it. Just you wait until you hit the one month marker, May is when you've set the date for right? Mm … yes, he'll go into full wedding mode, won't take a single case, not even a triple murder."
Molly eyes widened with fright. "Oh dear God. I might just murder him myself if he gets to be that bad."
Mary leaned forward. "If you ever need a break don't hesitate to pop in, we'll be here for you, John and I!"
"Thanks. I'll definitely keep that in mind!" The worry that had been etched upon Molly's face, faded away slightly as she spoke these words.
Mary sat up straighter. "So, the wedding dress! Any ideas as of what you want to wear?"
Molly nibbled on her bottom lip. "Somewhat … I don't … I don't really want to wear a traditional wedding dress. You know, pop into a bridal shop and pick out a dress that a million other women will be wearing as well. I want something unique, different."
Mary smiled. "I had a feeling that's what you were going to say. Were you thinking of something vintage perhaps?"
"That is a consideration; I just don't really know where to look."
Mary nodded. "All right, we'll get to that! What about style, design …?"
"Well, I love watching Period Dramas, the dresses they wore then were beautiful; the empire waist is so pretty. I'd love a dress like that!"
Mary rubbed her hands together with glee. "Give me five minutes! I think I know of something perfect! Exactly what you would want!"
Molly blinked in shock as Mary took her iPad from her bag and began to tap away on it. A few minutes later she let out a pleased, little chuckle and held out the iPad to Molly.
"What do you think of this?" she asked her.
Molly's mouth dropped open, her eyes widening. "Mary, oh my God, this is it, this is what I want to wear … how?" She tore her gaze away from the beautiful dress to look at her friend, tears pooling in her eyes.
Mary gave another chuckle. "Sherlock's not the only one who can read people! I know what you like Molly. I've been doing a bit of a research whenever Emily is napping. I know you've been busy with work, and I'm pathetically idle when she isn't occupying my time so … I started looking about online. I only just came across this the other day, but I had a feeling that you would really like it. And the best part is, it's entirely handmade, and it's the only one; there won't be any other's made like it."
Gently setting down the iPad, Molly wrapped her arms about her. "Thank you! You're such a fantastic friend! Here I was worrying that I would never know what I wanted, or how to even find it! Thank you so much!"
Mary returned the hug. "I'm glad to be of help! I had a lot of fun, searching the internet … but oh my goodness, there are a lot of hideous dresses in existence! I don't know what goes through some of these designers minds!"
Molly laughed, wiping away the few tears that had fallen. "You have no idea how relieved this makes me feel. I really was very worried."
"Well now you don't have to be! One less thing to think about!"
Molly gave her another hug before she stood up from the sofa. "Would you like some tea? Meena should here in a little bit; I can't wait to show her the dress!" She padded towards the kitchen.
"Tea would be great!"
Just as the kettle began to boil the doorbell rang.
"You get the door Molly, I'll handle the tea!" Mary said as she entered the kitchen.
"Thanks Mary."
Molly made her way downstairs to answer the front door. Meena squealed with delight as soon as she saw her.
"You're getting married!" she exclaimed, pulling her friend into a tight embrace.
Molly laughed loudly. "Yes I am Meena! You've known this for a while now!"
"I know, I know, I just enjoy acting like a daft cow sometimes! This is exciting!"
The pair of them made their way upstairs. Mary had the tea set out on the coffee table when they walked in. After the hellos were exchanged the three women settled down onto the sofa.
"So … your wedding dress, have you two found anything yet?" Meena asked.
Molly nodded, unable to keep a smile from coming to her face. "Yes I have! Mary found the perfect dress! It's gorgeous! Here, have a look!" She grabbed up Mary's iPad and brought back up the photo before handing it over to Meena.
Meena's face held the same shocked expression that Molly's had shown. "Oh my bloody God! This is beautiful! Mary, kudos to you for fantastic taste!" She continued to gaze at the photo. "Thank goodness Sherlock didn't take over this end of the wedding! Could you imagine having him pick your dress?"
Molly laughed. "Clearly you don't know Sherlock as well as I do! He would have picked out a perfect dress, I'm sure of it. The man has impeccable taste."
Meena shrugged. "Perhaps so, he definitely knows how to dress himself! Damn those tight trousers of his!" She wiggled her eyebrows wickedly.
Mary let out a snort into her tea.
Molly gave her friend's shoulder a slight shove. "Hey, watch it you! That's my future husband you're talking about!"
"Why are we drinking tea? We should be drinking wine!" Meena scrunched up her nose as she took a sip.
Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not even in the middle of the afternoon, and we have important business to attend to! We need our heads to be clear!"
Mary nodded in agreement. "She's right you know, you don't want to end up wearing some gaudy, chartreuse bridesmaid dress now do you?"
Meena's eyes widened in horror at the thought. "Tea's fine. Ta."
"Yes, so, bridesmaid dresses!" Molly said. "Since the colour scheme of the wedding is yellow, I thought perhaps a nice, soft grey would be nice. The men could be in grey suits as well."
Mary thought for a moment. "Yellow and grey, I like the thought of those two colours together, very nice!"
"Anything but chartreuse please!" Meena spoke around the rim of her tea cup.
Molly stood up and began searching about the room. "I saw a couple of dresses in one of Sherlock's magazines that he bought. Where is it? I hope he didn't move it, the bloody git. AHA! Here it is." She grabbed the magazine and returned to the sofa, flipping through until she found the page she wanted. "They are conveniently at a shop in London, I already checked, what do you two think?" She held the magazine out towards her two friends.
"Oh Molly, I never knew you had such impeccable taste," Meena breathed out.
The shove Molly gave to Meena's shoulder was none all-too gentle this time.
"Kidding! Kidding!" she exclaimed. "But really though, these are very pretty! I'd say the first dress, Mary, what do you think?"
Mary nodded. "Definitely the first dress, I love the neckline."
Molly smiled. "Perfect! Wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses all in one day! I feel very accomplished!"
Meena and Mary shared a glance, both of them smiling widely.
"What, what is it?" Molly asked, looking from one to the other.
"There's something else that you can say you've accomplished, well … we've accomplished," Meena noted, with a tiny hint of smugness in her voice.
"There is?" Molly spoke this slowly, looking very confused.
"Yes."
Molly's eyes narrowed. "What have you accomplished?"
"The Hen Night!" Meena declared.
Molly's eyebrows shot up. "Oh. I forgot about that."
Meena all but cackled. "Well the two of us haven't." She beckoned between her and Mary. "We've been discussing it for some time now, and we finally decided what the three of us are going to do to celebrate it."
Molly looked slightly nervous. "You have?"
Mary clasped her hands together before excitedly announcing. "We're taking you to Paris!"
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I came up with the Hen Night idea in Paris quite a while ago ... that's going to be fun to write ;)
Oh yeah, before I completely forget! That whole 'Not Good' moment with Sherlock and stopping mid-shag to go write something down ... haha, I got that idea from a post I saw on tumblr ... it was a gif of Mike and Sully from Monster's Inc singing 'Put that thing back where it came from or so help me!' Anyway, someone had wrote text above the gif and it said "when a guy is giving you good dick and suddenly pulls out" ... yeah, my mind works in crazy ways :-P I found it to be hilarious and thought that it would be a very Sherlock-like thing to do ... yes? Do you agree? Disagree?
Be sure to let me know what you think!