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Chapter 36 - Sherlock Holmes Takes a Wife
"And so Sherlock Holmes takes a wife!" Lestrade cheered as he raised his pint before taking a generous sip.
"Thank you Gavin," Sherlock muttered.
Molly gave his hand a slight tug. "Behave," she hissed at him.
With a resigned sigh he allowed the chorus of hello's to take a place, even managing a smile and a kiss on little Emily's cheek. She gurgled with happiness, reaching her chubby hands out to him. He took her gratefully into his arms, desperate for any kind of distraction from the over-display of sentiment that was surrounding him.
"Yours and Molly's things have been put into your room, Sherlock," his father told him. "You two can go inside and wash-up if you like. Dinner will be ready in a little while." He held his arms out to Emily, giving his son a knowing look.
Sherlock flashed him a relieved smile before handing over Emily. He then looked about for Molly, finding her talking to Mary, Meena and Anthea. He approached her and she smiled at him. He silently motioned towards the house and she nodded, before following him inside. They made their way up the stairs and as soon as they had entered his bedroom, and the door was shut behind them, he pulled her into his arms.
"Sherlock ...," Molly whispered gently, running her hand through his curls.
He hid his face in her neck, breathing deeply. She held him quietly for several minutes.
"It's just dinner. I'll stay by your side the whole time, all right?" she said to him.
He raised his head and looked at her.
"They're happy for us Sherlock, that's what all this is for," she explained to him as she brought her hands down to cup his face.
"We should have eloped," he groused.
"Oh stop being such a baby! And please try and keep your snide comments to yourself, this is supposed to be a happy time, I don't want you to make anyone upset."
He fixed upon her a withering look, which she duly returned.
"If you behave ... you'll earn a reward!" she sang out, brushing her thumbs across his cheeks.
His eyebrows rose as his eyes sparkled with delight.
"It's just a couple more days, and then we'll be alone, for two whole months." She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his. He sighed into the kiss, grumbling when she pulled away. She smiled up at him, returning to gently stroking his cheek. "I'm still rather surprised that you're so willing to be away from London for such a long period of time."
He humphed, but quickly smiled as he locked his arms at her lower back. "It's only because I'll be spending that time with you!"
She giggled softly. "You won't get bored?"
"Of you? Impossible!" he scoffed. "I intend to make love to your body in as many ways as is physically possible."
A delightful flush covered her neck and bloomed in her cheeks.
"It is called a Sex Holiday for a reason!" he noted.
She giggled again. "You are giving it that title, that's not what it's actually called."
He pouted. "Well that should be the official title. I'll have Mycroft do something about that!"
Molly shook her head, tracing her fingertip across Sherlock's bottom lip. They stayed like that for several more moments, staring into each other's eyes.
"I'm going to get changed!" she announced before gently extracting herself from his hold and moved towards two suitcases that were stood next to the bed.
"Mycroft, I presume?" Sherlock drawled as he motioned towards them.
"Yes. And Anthea," Molly answered as she laid her suitcase on the floor and unzipped it.
"Bit big for just two days," he noted.
She let out a snort. "They packed for our honeymoon as well, you git." She looked at him over her shoulder. "I still don't know where we're going," she added quickly.
He smiled. "Good," he said then suddenly he scowled when he noticed a large ball of fur curled up on his pillow. "Why is Toby here?" he asked, pointing at the feline.
"Your mum and dad are going to watch him while we're on our honeymoon, so Mrs. Hudson doesn't have to worry about him."
Sherlock continued to glare at the cat. "Must he be on my pillow? Damn beast."
Molly ignored his griping and quickly changed into a light, floral dress, slipping a yellow cardigan on over it. Sherlock hadn't changed what he was wearing, instead stretching out on the bed and watching her move about the room. He jumped to his feet as she slipped on a pair of yellow flats.
"Please behave tonight. Just keep the thought of being rewarded in your mind!" She gave his cheek a quick peck and strode from the room, he stood there and buffered for a few seconds then cleared his throat before following her back down the stairs.
The evening passed without incident. The air staying a pleasant temperature as the light began to slowly fade, the glow of the fairy lights giving the garden an ethereal feeling. Sherlock managed to bite back any sneering remarks, mainly due to the fact that Molly kept one hand on his leg, every once in a while brushing her fingers along his inner thigh.
As the meal commenced Sherlock couldn't help but be rather surprised by how well-behaved his mother was being. He had expected her to tell everyone how she had given up hope that any of her boys would find love, let alone be married. But she had kept silent on the subject; instead keeping the conservation light and pleasant.
By the time they were eating dessert though, Sherlock had had enough. He wanted nothing more than to be upstairs in his bedroom, with his cock buried deep inside of Molly. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, silently reciting the elements of the Periodic Table until his straining erection ebbed away. Molly was oblivious to his discomfort, having been conversing with Siger for the passed five minutes.
Sherlock caught her attention when he slipped his hand onto her leg, gently pushing up her dress so that he could stroke her inner thigh with his fingertips; just like she had been doing with him earlier. She turned and looked at him, placing her hand on top of his.
"You all right?" she asked him.
"Tired," he answered in a low murmur.
She frowned, taking in his exhausted expression. He had slept, but no where near as much as he usually would after returning from a grueling case. She reached up and brushed his hair back from his forehead.
"You should go to bed then, you need your rest. I don't want a sleepy groom waiting for me at the altar!" she said to him.
He chuckled. "Will you come with me?"
"Of course. They'll all understand. Go on up, I'll be there in a few minutes." She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
He stood and made his way inside without speaking a word to anyone. Molly made apologies for him, and tried to fight back a blush when she saw Mary give her a knowing look.
"Go right on up dear," Marian said to her. "It's quite all right. That boy of mine will always require a little extra care."
Molly gave her an appreciative smile and hurried inside, making her way up the stairs. As she approached the door to his bedroom it swung open and Sherlock pulled her inside. She let out a squeak as he kissed her hungrily.
"Sherlock...," she breathed against his lips as he lifted her up, kicking the door shut before pressing her into it. She locked her legs around his hips and whimpered as he pushed up her dress and rocked his himself against her; settling his erection directly in line with her core. "I thought you were tired!" she hissed out.
"I am tired. But I need you more. I want my reward!" With one hand he undid his trousers, opening them enough to release his aching cock. He gave it a few pumps before pushing her knickers to the side with a swipe of his thumb, just barely touching her clit, so that he could settle his cock head directly at her entrance.
She let out a low moan as he slid inside of her with ease. He didn't stop until he was fully seated, his palm pressed flat against the door. She moaned again, clutching tightly at his shoulders.
"You have to keep quiet, Molly," he instructed her, his voice dropping to a deep timbre. He kept his movements slow and languid. Hissing out a breath when she moved her hands down to cup at his arse as he continued to rock against her, in just the right away so that his pelvis pressed her clit.
Sherlock mouthed at her throat as she leaned her head back, her lips parted and soft moans escaping her as he continued to fill her slowly, repeatedly. She whimpered encouragement, telling him how good he felt inside of her. He increased his pace ever so slightly, being careful to not make too much noise, not wanting the door to rattle.
Molly was cursing now beneath her breath, a sure sign that she was close. He rocked his hips against hers, in just the right way, before kissing her to drown out her cry of release. They broke apart for breath and he pressed his forehead to hers, staring directly into her eyes as he gave one final thrust.
"Molly!" he groaned out as he came inside of her.
She clutched at his face and kissed him deeply. A few moments later he carried her to the bed and they collapsed upon it, breathing heavily. Once they caught their breath, and shared a few kisses, they cleaned themselves up. Sherlock changed into his pyjamas and sprawled himself out across the mattress, making Molly giggle. He noted that she hadn't changed.
"Do you mind?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "Just stay until I fall asleep?"
She smiled, curling her body close to his. "All right."
He kissed her gently then closed his eyes. Molly watched him silently, becoming curious when he suddenly smiled.
"What?" she asked him, knowing that he hadn't yet fallen asleep.
"You're marrying me the day after tomorrow," he replied, keeping his eyes closed.
She laughed softly. "Yes. I am." She pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose. "Go to sleep."
Within minutes he was snoring quietly. Molly stayed beside him for a little while longer, admiring the fact that he looked almost childlike when he slept. Once she knew that he was fast asleep she slowly slipped from the bed and returned downstairs.
An assembly line of sorts had been formed during her absence. The food was being put away and the dishes washed up. The cleaning was nearly done, thus allowing Marian to shoo Molly from the kitchen. She stepped into the lounge and found Siger sat before the unlit fireplace. He was sipping from a glass of whiskey.
"Ahh, you've been kicked out as well?" he asked her with a smile, beckoning to the chair across from him.
Molly sat, smiling.
"My wife considers me a menace in the kitchen. It is an area strictly off-limits to me," he explained to her.
Molly giggled. "That's sounds a bit like Sherlock when he's doing experiments!" She rolled her eyes, sighing wearily.
Siger chuckled. "Yes, I am quite certain that my son is a menace; in more ways than one."
"Mmm … he certainly can be. But I wouldn't want him any other way."
Siger put down his drink and leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "Molly, I've wanted to say this to you for some time now …" He stared down at his hands for a moment swallowing thickly before he looked up at her, and when she saw that there were tears in his eyes she felt her throat constrict. He took in a breath before letting it out slowly. "I want to thank you, for saving my son."
Molly quick rose to her feet and stepped over to Siger. He stood as well and quickly enveloped her into one of the warmest hugs she had ever received. It made her think of her own dear father. A few moments later the pair of them separated both sniffling slightly, and wiping at their eyes.
"You are most welcome Siger," she said to him softly.
They returned to their chairs. Siger took up his whiskey and drained the glass.
"You may not realize it, but you've saved my son in more ways than just his jump from the roof of St. Bart's. We know about his drug relapse, and how upset you were about it." He gave Molly a pointed look, letting her know that they were aware of how she had slapped Sherlock. "When the news reached us it nearly broke my wife's heart; she's always been so worried about him. And it was only shortly before he was to be sent to his exile that we learned more about you. I'm glad he finally got his head out of his arse and realized how important you were to him and put his feelings into action." Siger swallowed thickly once more. "I'm honoured to be walking you down the aisle, and I am more than honoured to be having you as a daughter-in-law."
Molly quickly wiped away a few more tears that had fallen. "I feel very blessed to have a family again."
Their quiet moment together became broken as everyone from the kitchen came walking in. Goodbyes and goodnights were exchanged as Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Mary, John, little Emily and Meena made their exit to go to their hotel. Once they had left Molly decided to go for a short walk before retiring to bed. Anthea and Mycroft had already disappeared upstairs, and Siger and Marian had settled into a quick card game.
The night was a bit cool, but Molly didn't mind. She slowly made her way down the street, basking in the quiet. No one else was around, she found it very peaceful. Just as she was about to turn around and head back to the house a figure a short distance ahead of her caught her eye. She paused, noting that the person looked familiar. For a brief moment she thought that it was Sherlock, but then realized that it was in fact someone else. If anything, the suitcase was what gave it away.
"Sherrinford!" she cried, rushing towards him.
He stopped walking and dropped his suitcase, just as Molly pummeled into him.
"I'm so happy you're here!"
He laughed as he returned her hug.
"I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow?" she asked him as she stepped back, out of his embrace.
He smiled at her. "I managed to get on an earlier flight. I'm not a snob like my brothers; I was perfectly fine with not flying first class."
She returned his smile. "Did you walk the whole way from the train station?"
"Yes. I figured why not? It's a nice night and I've been cooped up for hours, I was desperate for some fresh air." He picked up his suitcase and they started to walk towards the house.
"It's wonderful seeing you again. I'm so happy you were able to come," she said to him as she tugged her cardigan a bit closer around her.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss your wedding for the world! Has Sherlock been behaving himself?"
Molly giggled. "Yes. I've conjured up a few ways to keep him in line," she said with an impish twinkle in her eyes.
"Good. My brother needs that." Suddenly he stopped walking and turned to face her. He reached out and took her hand. "Molly, I just want to say to you how happy I am that I will soon be able to call you my sister … and also …" he paused, giving her hand a tender squeeze, "…how grateful I am for all of the help you have given Sherlock, for being there for him. He's a very lucky man."
Molly stepped closer to Sherrinford and wrapped her arms around him as he let go of her hand. They held each other quietly for a few moments. When they separated she placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek.
"I'm happy to call you my brother. It's a wonderful feeling really, I haven't had any family for so long," she said to him as they continued on towards the house.
Upon reaching it she managed to quietly slip away, his parents exuberant by the fact that he was able to arrive earlier than expected. She quietly climbed the stairs and made her way down the hall, catching a faint laugh and soft squeal of delight as she walked passed Mycroft's bedroom. Molly couldn't help but chuckle.
She entered Sherlock's bedroom and was greeted by his soft snores coming from the bed. She quietly undressed slipping on a ratty t-shirt of his, so that she was only wearing that and her knickers. When she lifted up the sheet and blanket, Sherlock rolled onto his side facing her. His eyes opened slowly as she slid under the covers.
"S'that you Mrs. Holmes?" he mumbled.
Molly giggled, before letting out a happy hum as he reached out for her, pulling her close. "I'm not Mrs. Holmes yet, you silly! Go back to sleep." She kissed the tip of his nose.
He grumbled as his eyes dropped closed, and he snuggled against her.
"You're brother is here," she told him as she ran her hand up and down his back.
Sherlock let out a grunt, causing her to giggle yet again. He nipped at her collar bone, only for seconds later to be snoring once more.
She didn't fall asleep straight away; instead she lay there snuggled against Sherlock's warmth, pondering to herself how she had managed to become so blessed. If anyone had told her a year ago that this is where she would be now, she would have laughed in their face.
Molly was sat in the lounge, drinking a cup of tea and a biscuit when Sherlock came stumbling in, looking barely awake.
"Morning sleepyhead," she said to him.
He yawned loud and wide, rubbing at his face before running his fingers through his scraggly curls. "Morning," he said, just as he began to yawn again.
"I'm surprised you're awake." She shifted over so that he could collapse beside her.
"You left the bed, I was cold." He leaned into her, settling his head against her shoulder. "Can I have some of your tea?"
She handed him her cup and he took a generous sip. Suddenly his text tone rang out. Sherlock shoved his hand into the pocket of his dressing gown. "Mmm. Wiggins," he muttered as he began to type on his mobile.
"I thought you invited him to the wedding?" Molly asked, taking her cup back.
"I did. He's still in London taking care of a few things; he should be here later tonight," Sherlock replied, not looking up from his phone.
"I hope he won't upset your parents, or Mycroft … or Mary! Seeing as he did drug them all."
Sherlock grimaced. "Let bygones be bygones?" he asked as he peered up at her.
Molly snorted, amused by the fact that he would fall back onto an old saying. "We can only hope."
He dropped his mobile back into his pocket before sliding his arms around her waist and nuzzling at her neck. "Can I entice you in coming back to bed?" he asked her, giving her skin the tiniest of nibbles.
She shook her head. "No. There are things that need to be done for the wedding and I'm desperate for a shower."
He slumped against her, grumbling out, "It's not too late to elope."
She shook her head again. "Not a chance. Your parents would never forgive us if we did such a thing."
He let out a very long, dramatic sigh. "It's quite annoying when you're right."
Molly giggled, turning her head to place a kiss upon his lips. "Go eat some breakfast, I'm going to shower."
He had no choice but to let go of her, watching as she strode from the room.
A short while later she came walking down the stairs, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of loose trousers and a cozy blouse. She was surprised to find Sherlock waiting for her, holding a large basket. He had showered as well, now wearing a pair of black trousers and a white button-up.
"What's this?" she asked him, nodding towards the basket, laughter tinkling in from the direction of the kitchen.
"We're going on a picnic!" he announced.
"We are?" she said as she reached the final step.
"Yes. We are being kicked out of the house on the grounds of there already being enough people to help, and I've been told, well threatened more-like, to take you on a picnic."
Molly giggled. "Your mother is quite a force to be reckoned with."
He hummed in agreement. "Shall we?" He picked up a nearby blanket and walked towards the front door, he opened it and Molly walked through.
The day was an overcast one, the air cool, but not uncomfortable. Sherlock led her away from the house, towards a field where there was a small expanse of trees beyond. As soon as the house disappeared from view he put down the basket, unfolded the blanket and spread it out over the ground. He sat and patted the spot next to him. Molly sat and he slipped his arm around her before pressing his lips to hers in a warm, slow kiss.
"Hungry?" he asked her, a few moments later, smoothing his hand up and down the length of her arm.
She shook her head. "Not at the moment."
He smiled. "Good," he said before he nudged her gently down onto her back.
They kissed for a time, the sun faintly peeking through the clouds, dancing between the leaves. A breeze rustled across Sherlock's curls, mussing them slightly. Molly laughed, smiling at him before she reached up and picked out a leaf that had blown into his hair.
"What?" she asked him, as he continued to stare down at her silently.
He shook his head, as if he were dismissing several thoughts at once. "It's just ...," his voice trailed off as he slowly stroked her cheek with his fingertip. He kissed her gently, her lips warm and soft against his, before he moved to nuzzle her cheek. "You amaze Molly," he murmured. He shifted so that their gaze could meet once more. "I never thought that I would ever be able to feel so much love for another person."
She pulled him back down to her, kissing him deeply, wanting him to know that she too was amazed by the all-encompassing love that she felt.
They didn't return to the house until several hours later, when a gentle rain had started to fall. As they approached they saw that there was a car waiting outside, and Siger, Mycroft and Sherrinford were stood beside it. Sherlock quickly deduced what was going on, but allowed his father to explain.
"The house has been declared for woman only, we will be spending the night at a hotel," Siger said to Molly.
She took the basket from Sherlock, but waited until his father and brothers had gotten into the car before she stood on her tiptoes and gave Sherlock a kiss. "See you tomorrow then," she spoke softly.
Sherlock frowned.
"It's just one night."
He nodded but didn't speak a word as he got into the car. Molly watched as it drove off then walked into the house. She put down the blanket and carried the basket into the kitchen where Meena, Mary, Anthea and Marian were sat. Emily was on the floor on a blanket playing with building blocks. She smiled happily at Molly and waved a bright red block in the air.
"The boys have left then?" Marian asked.
"Yes," Molly answered as she placed the picnic basket on the floor and sat herself down next to Emily.
"Enjoy your picnic?" Meena enquired, her eyes twinkling.
"Errr, uhm yes." Molly's ears became tinged a faint pink as she stacked a blue, yellow and red block, and Emily let out an excited squeal of delight as she knocked them over. Molly smiled at her before looking up at Marian. "Is everything taken care of? Our help wasn't needed at all?"
Marian looked quite pleased with herself. "Everything is set, the cake has been made, the chef Sherlock hired has arrived and I checked and double checked that he had all that he required. The garden has been fully set-up, the bouquets will be dropped off in the morning and everyone's dresses have been steamed and are hanging up the in spare room. There is not a single thing you to need to do Molly, Sherlock's diagrams have been most helpful"
Molly let out a laugh as she smiled up at her. "Thank you Marian. Thank you, to all of you."
The four women returned her smile.
Later that evening, after they had eaten a light dinner that Marian had made for them, Molly managed to get Meena alone. Mary had gone upstairs to give Emily a bath and put her to bed, and Anthea was helping Marian wash up.
"So … what do you think of Sherrinford?" Molly asked Meena.
Meena's cheeks instantly burned a deep red. "Oh, he's absolutely lovely. And I hate him for it because he just seems too perfect. He can't possibly be as wonderful as he appears to be, can he?"
Molly shrugged. "It might be. I've not spent a lot of time with him, but the time that I have spent has always been enjoyable. Does he seem to like you?"
Meena's blush spread to her neck. "I think so; we hardly left each other's side all day. And we just chatted constantly, about everything. I never felt uncomfortable or awkward in his presence, not once. It's a very strange experience."
Molly gave her a hug. "I wish you all the luck in the world."
Meena giggled and shook her head. When Mary came back downstairs Molly managed to slip away unnoticed. She wanted to have a look at her wedding dress, having not seen it since the day she had tried it on in Meena's flat. She quietly climbed the stairs and moved down the hall, passed the Holmes' bedrooms until she reached the furthermost one at the end of the hall. She stepped inside and switched on the light.
Molly's breath caught in her throat. She had forgotten how beautiful the dress was. She smiled as she approached; noting that Marian had taken the time to lay out the shoes and jewelry that each of them would be wearing. And that was when she saw them, the earrings. Molly's mouth dropped open then she gave a little jump when she heard a noise behind her.
"I had a feeling you'd come up here," Marian said gently to her. "I didn't mean to scare you though, sorry about that! Do you like them?" she nodded towards the earrings that Molly was holding.
Molly nodded, returning her gaze to them. "Yes, they're beautiful. Thank you."
Marian smiled. "I'm glad that they match your dress." Suddenly she sniffed quite loudly, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket, as tears pooled in her eyes. "Molly, I just want to-to thank you for helping to keep my William alive!"
Molly quickly put down the earrings and pulled Marian into a hug. They held each other for a short while as Marian continued to sniffle. Molly was overwhelmed by the amount of thanks she had received. She had known when she had agreed to help Sherlock survive the fall that she was doing a lot for him, but she had never taken into full consideration the impact on his family.
When they pulled apart Marian quickly dried her eyes and let out a relieved breath before saying, "I'll leave you to it then." She quickly left the room and Molly could only think that perhaps she was not used to such a display of emotions. After a moment she turned back around and faced her dress, fingering the silky fabric.
Her text tone pinged and she pulled her mobile from her pocket. She was expecting it to be from Sherlock, but was surprised to see that it was in fact from Mycroft. When she read his message a huge smile spread across her face, and she quickly hurried back downstairs. She found Anthea alone in the lounge and approached her.
"Mycroft just gave me wonderful news!" Molly said to her. "He was able to get a bridesmaid dress made for you. I had asked him if it was at all possible, and clearly he worked his British Government magic!"
Anthea looked shocked for a brief moment then laughed and pulled Molly into a hug. "I'm honoured that you want me to be in your wedding party.
"Of course! You're family, and now a very dear friend."
Mary, Meena and Marian came walking in and the five of them settled themselves comfortably and spent the rest of the evening laughing and sharing stories of married life.
It was nearing midnight by the time they dispersed to their rooms. Molly changed into her pyjamas, yawning every few moments. She had just gotten into bed, tucking the blankets around her as she settled down with her phone. She had all intentions of texting Sherlock, but clearly that was not going to be needed when suddenly the window opened and he climbed into the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" she hissed beneath her breath.
"I'm not spending the night away from you," he explained in a hoarse whisper.
"Then close your eyes!" she shrieked as she dove beneath the covers.
Sherlock scoffed. "Whatever for?"
"The groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!" she explained to him from beneath the sheet.
He scoffed again. "Don't be ridiculous, Molly! That's just a silly tradition!"
"A silly tradition that I think we can have a bit of fun with!" she sang out from beneath the sheet.
A moment's silence followed before he said, "Is that so?"
"Yes."
She could practically hear the wheels in his head turning.
"What exactly do you have in mind?" he asked her, moving closer to the bed.
She giggled pulling the sheet closer around her. "Close your eyes and you'll find out!"
"Fine," he grumbled.
The sound of him clapping his hands onto his face reached her ears. She peeked cautiously from beneath the sheet. "Don't move!" she said to him, keeping her eyes locked on his, ready to dive once more under the covers if he were to drop his hands way.
His mouth formed a scowl as she walked across the room. He heard her rummaging in her suitcase, followed by the soft pad of her footsteps as she walked towards him.
"Ok, Sherlock. Take your hands away, but keep your eyes closed."
He sighed, but did as she said, and felt a strip of silk slide over his face. "Molly … are you blindfolding me?"
Her low laugh was filled with mirth. "Yes. I am!"
"So that's what you meant when you said 'for possible later use.' Minx," he muttered beneath his breath, only making her laughter grow in volume.
She finished tying the silk behind his head and adjusted it slightly. "Can you see at all?" She waved her hand in front of his face.
"Nope." He popped the 'p', slightly more loudly than usual.
She laughed again. "Just relax, enjoy this."
He let out a slow, exhalation of air. She slowly circled him, taking in the sight of his body as he stood in the middle of the room.
"Would you like me to tell you what I'm going to do? Or would you rather be kept guessing?" she ran her hand along the curve of his arse as she asked him this.
"Gues-guessing's good," he stammered out.
"All right." She moved until she was stood directly in front of him. "Keep your hands down." For several moments she looked at him, enjoying being able to gaze upon his face without being gazed at in return. It was an odd sort of victorious sensation. She then moved down onto her knees and quickly untied his shoes. She gave his right leg a tap and he lifted it so that she could slip off his shoe and sock. She then repeated the same on his left.
She stood and placed her hands on his chest, slowly moving them inward until her fingertips met the buttons of his shirt. Ever so slowly she popped them open, and once they were each unbuttoned she slipped her hands beneath the shirt and ran her fingers over his chest, to his shoulders. She pushed back the fabric, gently tugging it down his arms; it hung there as she undid the buttons on his cuffs, before falling to land in a heap on the floor. With a kick of one foot she pushed it away.
She returned her hands to his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers and the rise and fall as he breathed. She could also feel the rapid beating of his heart. Taking a step forward she placed a kiss directly over the spot, before dipping her head a bit further down in order to wrap her lips around his left nipple and giving it a gentle suckle. Sherlock gasped then moaned as she nibbled at his skin. She pulled her mouth away and repeated the same action, this time with his right nipple, and he let out another gasp.
She continued to switch from one nipple to the other, between peppering his chest with kisses and little nips with her teeth, as she undid the button and zip of his trousers. All it took was a slight push at the hips to begin the descent of the fabric. It pooled at his ankles, his erection springing free.
"You never fail to disappoint with a lack of pants!" she told him before stepping away, watching as Sherlock stood there, now breathing heavily. Taking his hand in hers she gave him a gentle pull forward, he stepped out of his trousers, and reached out blindly with his other hand. When his knees bumped against the mattress he stumbled slightly.
"Lie down, Sherlock; I'll only be a moment. And don't you dare touch the blindfold!" she instructed.
He humphed, climbing clumsily onto the bed. Molly watched, mesmerized by the sight of his bare arse and his cock bobbing up and down as he fell onto his back. She couldn't help but giggle when she saw his disgruntled expression. She quickly took off her t-shirt, pyjama bottoms, and knickers before getting onto the bed. He leaned his head back into the pillow as she knelt beside him. For a few moments she allowed her gaze to wander over his naked body, drinking in the sight of him.
"Molly …!"
She bit down on her bottom lip, stifling another giggle. Leaning forward, being careful not to allow any part of her body to brush up against him, she gave his left hip bone a kiss before moving a bit further forward in order to give his cock a quick swipe with her tongue.
Sherlock gasped then moaned. She pulled away, and slid off of the bed.
"Molly?"
It was fascinating to her, to see Sherlock like this, so completely in her control. It was almost frightening, but more so exhilarating. She walked around to the other side of the bed, keeping her movements as silent as possible. She climbed back up onto the mattress, Sherlock turning his head towards her. She gave his right hip bone a kiss, followed by another quick swipe to his cock.
She glanced upwards, taking note of his parted lips and erratic breathing. She took the head between her lips and swirled her tongue around the frenulum before slipping it over the glans. He moaned again. She sat up and straddled his knees, leaning forward so that she could hover her mouth directly over his glistening tip, allowing her breath to ghost over him. His entire body shuddered, a low growl erupting from his throat. He lifted up his hands, beginning to reach out for her.
She sat up quickly, moving away from his grasp. "Ahh, ahh, ahh! Keep your hands down, or I'll use those handcuffs I know you stole from Lestrade. And you need to keep quiet; no one can know that you're in here!"
Sherlock breathed loudly through his nose, dropping his hands back down to the mattress. His cock gave a prominent twitch, letting her know that he rather liked the thought of being restrained. She tucked that thought away for another time.
With a cheeky little grin Molly twisted her engagement ring until the diamond was on the underside of her finger. She then loosely wrapped her ring-clad hand about his cock and slowly moved it up and down; the diamond brushing against his length. Sherlock's hips stuttered, shocked by the sensation. She giggled softly before taking the tip in her mouth, licking him as if he were a lolly, all the while continuing to pump him slowly with her hand.
"Christ! Molly!" He was groaning softly now, his hands clutching tightly at the bed sheets.
She released him from her hand, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth before allowing him to slip all the way out. She glanced up at him, he was panting heavily. With a pleased smile she once more took his length into her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down, varying from dragging her tongue across the tip to taking him back into her mouth and giving him gentle sucks.
Sherlock was struggling to keep himself from groaning loudly, his head thrown back against the pillow, his knuckles white from fisting the sheets.
"Molly I'm going to-," the rest of his sentence got caught off by a low moan as she slipped him out of her mouth taking only the tip of his cock between her lips and sucking on him once again as if he were a lolly.
She then released him entirely and pulled herself upwards until she was hovering directly over him. He was panting heavily, hot puffs of his breath hitting her face. She almost wished that she could see his lust-glazed eyes.
"Deglutition," she murmured to him in explanation. "You know what the means don't you?"
"The action or process of swallowing," he gasped out. "Damn."
She smiled again then slipped her body downwards taking his cock once more into her mouth.
His hands were still holding tightly onto the sheets as she continued her ministrations upon him. When she cupped his bollocks and gave them a gentle squeeze, he was done for. He emptied himself down her throat, turning his head to press his face into the pillow, groaning wildly.
She didn't release him until she had swallowed every last drop. With his cock now softened, she allowed him to slip from her mouth, planting a kiss upon the tip before stretching herself alongside him.
After several minutes passed, and he had caught his breath, he turned towards her and blindly grabbed her about the hips before proceeding to roll them over until his body was covering hers. He then ripped off the blindfold, and gazed down at her triumphantly.
"Sherlock!" she shrieked, trying her hardest to sound both disappointed and stern, but failing miserably.
"Molly, it's a silly tradition, and you and I both know that we're not ones for following with tradition." He covered her mouth with his and gave her a long, deep kiss.
She sighed against his lips, knowing that he was right, bringing her hands up to card her fingers in his hair.
"I think I'm going to have to use the blindfold on you sometime …," he murmured against her lips.
Her answering moan made his hips buck slightly.
"Do you like the thought of that? Not being able to see what I'm going to do to you?" He had wrapped his hand around his softened cock, dragging the tip of it along the outside of her slit.
"Fuck, yes!" she panted out.
He placed a kiss along the length of her neck, smiling against her skin. He then released his cock from his hold, pushing his body up, steadying himself on both of his hands.
"What are you doing?" she whimpered, gazing up at him, not liking in the slightest the loss of his body heat above her.
"Re-committing to memory your body in my Mind Palace," he answered, dropping his mouth down to her breast and taking her nipple between his teeth.
Molly gasped slightly as he worked his mouth on her. "Am I going somewhere?"
He lifted his head, releasing her breast with a quiet pop. "No. But tomorrow you'll be my wife."
She laughed softly, cupping his face in her hands. "My body will still be the same; I'm not going to change."
"But in my Mind Palace you will."
"Ohh … so you mean there are files: Molly Hooper, my pathologist, Molly Hooper, my girlfriend," Sherlock made a face when she said this, "and Molly Hooper, my fiancée?"
He glanced away for a moment, then back to her. "I wouldn't exactly say files … more like separate rooms."
This time she giggled. "Sherlock … why do you allow me to take up so much of your Mind Palace?"
"Mmm … because you're the Queen of it!" He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, just as her eyes widened.
"I'm the Queen … of your Mind Palace?" she questioned, her eyes still wide, when he pulled away.
"Yes. Didn't I ever tell you?"
She shook her head. "No."
He paused, "Oh … I thought I did, that must have been one of those moments …"
"Buffering mode?"
His mouth gave a slight twitch.
She giggled again. "So I'm the Queen, huh?"
His eyes met hers. "Yes. You helped me to survive the gun wound, when Mary shot me."
"I-I did?"
He bumped his nose against hers. "Yes, you did."
"I never knew that."
He sighed slowly, his eyes closing. "Something else I thought I told you."
She was still cradling his face in her hands; she gave him a gentle tug so that their lips could meet once more. As the kiss deepened she gave her hips a slight shift, bringing up her thighs to rest on either side of his waist.
"Molly!" he gasped out against her lips, her movements having caused his cock to press directly up against her wet folds. He groaned when he came to realize that he had become hard once more.
She smiled. "Make love to me Sherlock. I know that you have a plethora of data of my body stored in your Mind Palace; please … just make love to me!"
He nodded, his forehead brushing up against hers. He lifted up his body, tilting his hips just so, so that when he dropped himself back down and instantly, and with ease, they became connected.
"Oh!" Molly had wrapped her arms about his neck, holding him close as he filled her to the hilt.
He reached back, grabbing her ankles and lifting them up until they came to rest directly where his arse creased to meet his thighs.
"Mmm…"
He took his time, keeping his movements slow. She rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. She was panting into his neck, and then moaning into his ear as he gave several hard thrusts before returning to a slower pace.
"Oh God! Mmmm!"
Molly was clinging to him tightly now, her thighs grasping onto his hips, her heels digging into his arse as she arched her back, pressing herself up against him.
Sherlock swore loudly, giving her several solid thrusts, knowing that she was close, so close, and wanting to come with her.
"God Sherlock! YES! Oh!"
Her fingernails were surely leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin, but he didn't care, all that mattered now was the joint-feeling that their bodies were creating together.
"Molly!" he gasped out, then moaned her name as his hips grew still, pressing them against hers.
His name was a whimper on her lips as her body shuddered. She held tightly onto him, burrowing her nose into his neck. When he felt wetness upon his skin he lifted up his head and looked down at her.
"Why are you crying?"
She shook her head, a fresh batch of tears pooling in her eyes. "I don't know. I think I'm a bit overwhelmed."
Sherlock leaned down and kissed away the tears that had fallen, before pressing his lips gently to hers, allowing her to taste the saltiness.
"Please don't cry," he murmured softly to her.
He moved onto his side, so that he wasn't crushing her with his weight, and pulled her close up against him.
She sniffled slightly. "These aren't sad tears Sherlock, they're happy ones." A few more fell onto his chest.
He ran his hand up and down her back, his fingertips touching her spinal column. "Are they?" He nuzzled her hair with his nose.
"Yes. I am very happy. I think that everything that is about to happen, just sort of hit me."
"Precisely when I brought you to orgasm?"
She chuckled slightly, hiding her face in his chest. "Yes, it would seem so. Orgasms are a very emotional experience."
"Mmm."
She moved so that they were now eye to eye, and he reached up to brush away with his thumb the few tears that had fallen. "We're getting married tomorrow," she spoke softly.
He shifted forward so that their noses were touching. "Yes, we are."
They shared a smile before Molly tucked her head beneath his chin. He draped his arm over her, holding her close.
The sky was just beginning to glow a faint yellow when Sherlock began to stir. Molly sighed, curling closer up against him. He slipped his arm over her hip, splaying his hand across her lower back.
"You should go, before anyone realizes that you're here," her voice was tinged with regret as she spoke this.
He grumbled, burrowing his face into the curve of her neck. "Must I?"
"Mmm, yes, unless you wish to face the wrath of Mary!"
He chuckled. "She shot me once; I don't think I wish for her to do so again." He then sighed, breathing heavily into Molly's skin.
"We'll be seeing each other in a few hours, Sherlock!"
He sighed again. "Yes, but I won't be able to be alone with you for who knows how long!"
She laughed softly, running her hand through his mussed up curls. "We may be able to sneak off for a little while, it is our wedding!"
He lifted up his head and gazed down at her. "I like your thinking!"
She let out giggle before she tugged him downwards for a kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip.
He moaned softly, deepening the kiss, then groaned in annoyance as he forced himself to pull away from her and sat up. "Damn you for being so enticing," he muttered.
She giggled again, giving him a slight shove. "GO! Before someone sees you!"
He continued to grumble beneath his breath as he pulled on his clothes. She had tucked the sheet around herself, leaning back against the pillows as she watched him. Once he was fully dressed he knelt on the bed and kissed her. "In a few hours you will be my wife!" he declared.
She smiled against his lips as she kissed him back. "And you will be my husband. Now go! So you can get ready!"
He huffed but did as she asked, moving off the bed and towards the window. Upon reaching it he turned about and looked at her.
"See you in a bit!" she said to him.
He gave a nod and quietly opened the window before climbing out. Once he had disappeared from view Molly slid down onto her back and began to giggle, nearly uncontrollably. She felt ridiculously happy and excited. When she heard movement outside in the hall she shot up and grabbed her pyjamas and pulled them on. The moment she became fully dressed there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Come in!" she called out, laying back down upon the bed.
Meena stepped inside and shut the door behind her, grinning widely at her friend. Molly smiled back at her. Then Meena's smile faltered slightly and she sniffed the air, Molly felt her cheeks blush.
"Sherlock has been here, hasn't he?" Meena asked with her hands on her hips.
Molly's blush deepened. "Why, why do you think that?"
Meena rolled her eyes. "The room reeks of sex!"
Molly squeaked slightly and hid her face in the pillow as Meena walked over to the window and pushed it open wider.
"That man has no respect for traditions!" she exclaimed, moving back towards the bed, her hands still on her hips.
Molly raised her head; her cheeks still a bright red. "Well neither do I, seeing as I allowed him to stay."
Meena let out an undignified snort. "Oh please. I bet he didn't even have to beg!"
"Sherlock never begs."
Meena raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm ... I think that's something you need to work on!"
Molly's blush deepened.
"Well, I won't tell Mary, if you won't!" Meena declared, throwing her hands up into the air.
Molly let out a breath of relief. "I wasn't planning on it!"
Meena nodded. "Good idea. Anyway, I'm here to usher you downstairs. Mummy Holmes is making us breakfast!"
After a quick wash-up in the loo Molly made her way down to the kitchen. A chorus of good morning's greeted her, along with a happy coo from Emily.
Excited chit-chat was exchanged as they ate their way through the delicious breakfast that Marian had made them. Molly found though that it was difficult for her to eat anything. She wasn't usually a nervous sort of person, but her stomach was currently twisted into knots. She was relieved when the breakfast was over and they could begin to get ready.
Several hours later she was freshly showered, her hair dried and styled so that it hung down her back in soft tendrils. Marian's earrings glistened in the light as they hung from her ears. Meena had wanted to do her makeup for her but Molly had put her foot down, knowing that if she had allowed her she would have been wearing for more than she was used to. And Sherlock wouldn't have liked it either. Instead she applied a faint glittery eye shadow and a soft brown pencil to her eyes, forgoing mascara and lipstick.
Molly was now stood before the floor length mirror in Sherlock's room. She couldn't believe what was about to happen in a short time. After running her palms down the sides of her dress she let out a slow breath when a sudden knock on the door broke her from her thoughts.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"The man you are about to marry," came the muffled reply.
She bit down on her bottom lip, thinking about the fact that Meena would have her head if she let him in. But in all honesty, she didn't care. If Sherlock wanted to see her then see her he would.
"Molly ... let me in!"
She chuckled at his impatience as she moved towards the door. "Don't have your lock-picking tools on you?" she asked with a smile, as she opened it.
He didn't answer her question. Instead he merely stared at her, open-mouthed. She felt herself blush at the intensity of his gaze. When he didn't speak after a whole minute passed, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door. She looked him over, admiring the grey suit that he was wearing. She was still holding onto his hand.
"Sherlock?" She reached up with her other hand and brushed her fingers across his cheek.
He blinked rapidly then swallowed. He slowly let out a breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding in. He then let go of her hand and reached up to cradle her head before pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.
"You look beautiful," he murmured after they parted for breath.
"I thought beauty was a social construct?" she said to him with a saucy smile.
Oh hush!" He kissed her again. But when he dropped his hands down to her waist to pull her closer, she stepped away from him, placing her hands on his chest.
"There will be plenty of time for that later. You should be downstairs with John and your brothers!"
He huffed slightly then smiled as he slipped his hand into the inside of his suit jacket. "I did come here with more of a purpose then just to kiss you." He pulled out a long, narrow box. "I wanted to give you this." He held it out to her.
She took the box, and when she opened it she smiled widely. Nestled against the silk was a small golden bee, strung on a thin gold chain.
"Do you like it?" he asked her.
She looked up at him, continuing to smile. "I love it!"
He stepped closer to her and lifted it from the silk. "Turn about. I'll put it on you."
She did as he asked and he clasped it about her neck. He then ducked his head down and placed a kiss where her neck and shoulder met.
"For my honey bee," he murmured against her skin.
Molly giggled softly then turned about. "I have something for you as well." She walked over to her suitcase and opened it up. Once she had found what she was looking for she walked back over to Sherlock. "I was going to give this to Mary to have her give it to you, but I'm glad that I can do so myself. I bought these while I was in Paris." She held the small package out to him.
He quickly ripped the wrapping and let out a laugh when he saw what it was. She had bought him bee cuff-links.
"Great minds think alike, eh?" she asked him.
They shared a sweet, brief kiss before she helped him to put them on.
"You really should get back downstairs. There is a wedding about to take place!" she told him.
He pouted. "Must I?"
She tilted her head to the side. "You do still want to marry me, don't you?"
His eyes widened and he quickly grabbed her about the waist, hooking his arms around her lower back. "Of course I do. I just wish it was over and done with already ... so that we could get to the consummation."
Molly giggled as he kissed her. After a few moments she pushed him away. "Mary and Meena are bound to come in at any moment, you really should get downstairs!"
He humphed but stepped away from her with a resigned sigh. "One last chance Molly, are you certain you want to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?"
She crossed her arms over her chest, smiling widely. "I've never doubted it for a second."
"Good."
They shared one more smile before he left the room. But only a mere smattering of seconds passed before he returned. His eyes were wide and wild, and his hair was sticking out in all directions, a clear sign that he had run his hands through it.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, her heart beating a solid thud in her chest.
Sherlock paced back and forth, not looking at her, breathing heavily. "I-I've forgotten something, something important, something vital for the wedding!" he spat out, a flush covering his cheeks.
"What did you forget?" she asked gently, slowly approaching him. When her hands came to rest on his arms he stopped his pacing and looked down. He covered her hands with his own.
He swallowed before answering, in a low flat tone, "The photographer." His gaze slowly rose to meet hers.
Molly forced back a smile. "That's been taken care of. I found a photographer weeks ago!"
He buffered for several seconds. "You did?"
She laughed softly, reaching up to fix his curls. His eyes closed as she worked her fingers through his hair, visibly relaxing. She was practically waiting for him to start purring.
"Who did you get?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
She bit down on her bottom lip, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Anderson."
"WHAT?" Sherlock's eyes snapped open gleaming fiercely, as his nostrils flared. "That idiot?"
"Oh, calm down! This is why I didn't tell you sooner because I knew you'd react like this."
Sherlock crossed his arms, positively fuming as he fixed upon her a determined glare.
Molly mirrored his body language. "He's not as stupid as you think he is."
Sherlock let out a snort.
She rolled her eyes. "All right, so he's no genius, but he is a very talented photographer. I hadn't even been aware that he enjoyed photography until Lestrade mentioned it. So, I looked over his portfolio and he seemed really enthusiastic about wanting to photograph our wedding."
Sherlock gave another snort. "Of course he would be. He's probably going to cover his tumblr with the pictures he takes!"
"No he won't. Mycroft had him sign a confidentiality agreement."
Sherlock's lips formed a straight line. "So my brother is in on it, is he?"
"Yes. Of course. Be nice to Anderson, Sherlock. I trust him; allow him to prove himself to you ... please?"
Sherlock may have mastered the puppy-dog look but whenever Molly fixed upon him her large doe-eyes, he found it impossible to resist her. Not to mention that she had a knack for compromises.
She smoothed her hand across his arm. "If you are nice to him, and allow him to do his job without any fussing, I'll allow you to shag me directly after the ceremony." She looked up at Sherlock between her eyelashes.
He swallowed before giving a quick, short nod. Molly smiled triumphantly and stood on her tip toes to press a kiss to his jaw line.
"I better not regret this," he grumbled beneath his breath.
"You won't." She smoothed the lapels of his suit jacket. "Now, you really do need to leave or Mary will have both our heads!"
Sherlock gave Molly a quick kiss before leaving the room. He left just in time for it was only seconds later that Mary and Meena came into the room, followed closely by Anthea and Marian.
Meena narrowed her eyes at Molly, taking note of the necklace straight away. "You let the git in, didn't you?" she asked.
Mary let out a snort, not in the least bit surprised, before handing Molly her bouquet. "Ready?" she asked her.
"Yes," Molly answered, unable to stop herself from smiling widely.
Meena gave her a tender squeeze. "It's time to become Mrs. Holmes!"
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I know, I know ... no wedding! Sorry :( This chapter really got away from me, and I ended up deciding to split it into two chapters because it was becoming so long but then I thought of more things to write into it so it ended up being long anyway! Ahh well.
I don't have chapter 37 fully ready yet, but I can promise you that there will NOT be as long of a wait as there was for this chapter. I might have it ready by Monday, at the latest some time this week.
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