It's here! The wedding chapter is here! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
My lack of being English will probably massively stand out in this chapter …
I did do my research though, but I most likely missed some things soooo please don't judge? (this is fiction … !)
I want to give a shout-out to MaybeItsJustMyType aka Sweet-Sweet-Escape for helping me figure out a few things with this chapter! Thank you Sweet's :D
Enjoy!
Chapter 37 – It's Time to Become Mrs. Holmes!
"It's time to become Mrs. Holmes!" Meena announced as she gave Molly's arm a tender squeeze.
As soon as those words were spoken everything suddenly became a blur. Molly hadn't even managed a moment to gather breath before she found herself downstairs and taking Siger's arm. He gave her hand a tender squeeze and her surroundings became sharp and clear. She breathed in deeply before slowly letting it out, her heart feeling as if it was trying its hardest to leap from her chest. They moved towards an open door that led to the garden. Her throat had gone dry.
"Sher-Sherlock's out there? Waiting for me? Are you certain? He hasn't-he hasn't taken a case? Run off?" she stammered out, annoyed with herself for how shaky her voice was.
Siger squeezed her hand once more. "He's there Molly. He's waiting for you. He would never desert you."
Molly was very faintly aware of Anderson (the man was nearly in tears) as he took pictures while they stood in the doorway, and it was only then that she took note of the fact that the sun was shining brightly, nary a cloud in the sky. She took in a deep breath and felt a wave of calm wash over her before she turned and pressed a kiss to Siger's cheek.
He smiled. "Ready?"
She glanced back over her shoulder, smiling at Mary, Anthea and Meena, before returning her gaze to Siger. "I'm ready."
They stepped out into the sunshine and Molly's breath hitched in her throat. The garden looked as if she had entered a fairytale. Everyone was sat beneath the trees, with fairy-lights twined between the leaves and from each branch hung a glass bauble with a single yellow Ranunculus inside. Each chair was bedecked with a simple grey ribbon and a yellow Ranunculus tucked into the center.
Sherlock was stood with his back to her, beneath an archway dotted with yellow and white Ranunculus. Mycroft stood before him, and Sherrinford and John stood beside him facing towards Molly. Both of them were smiling widely as they saw her approach.
The sounds of Erik Satie's Gymnopédie No. 1 began to float across the air as Siger and Molly reached the beginning of the aisle; they paused for a moment then began to walk forward, followed by Mary, Anthea and Meena. The moment that Molly reached Sherlock's side the music began to fade off into silence. Sherlock turned and their eyes met. Siger released her and placed a warm kiss upon her cheek before joining Marian. Molly handed Mary her bouquet and turned fully to face Sherlock as he did the same.
Mycroft held his hands clasped together as he looked at his brother. "Are you William Sherlock Scott Holmes free, lawfully, to marry Molissia Beatrice Hooper?"
Sherlock smiled, not moving his eyes from her. "I am," he answered solemnly.
Mycroft switched his gaze to Molly. "Are you Molissia Beatrice Hooper free, lawfully, to marry William Sherlock Scott Holmes?"
"I am," she said softly, a faint blush crossing her cheeks, as she too kept her gaze locked on Sherlock.
Mycroft beckoned to them. "I ask you now to both join hands and make your vows."
Sherlock took Molly's hands in his, never breaking his gaze from her. "Molly, I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. I have little left in myself, I must have you," he paused, bringing her hands up to his lips, glancing down.
Molly was struggling to hold back tears as he swallowed, steadying his breathing so that he would be able to continue. He lowered their clasped hands and looked back into her eyes before he continued.
"The world may laugh, may call me absurd, selfish, but it does not signify. My very soul demands you. It will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame. I knew you would do me good, in some way, at some time. I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you. Their expression and smile did not strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing." He let out a shaky breath, laughing very faintly. "Upon realizing this I forced myself to bury any feeling and sentimental thought that I had for you ... because ... it frightened me. But I realize now that I was a complete fool for doing so. And I haven't regretted a single moment since I finally admitted to myself, and to you, how I felt."
Tears were now falling freely down her face; she could no longer keep them at bay. He released one of her hands and reached up to gently smooth them away with his thumb. She glanced quickly at Mycroft, a pleading tone in her voice as she asked, "Can I kiss him now?"
Mycroft gave the faintest of smiles. "Not yet." He took the rings that John held out to him.
Sherlock chuckled, taking the smaller of the two rings from Mycroft, and lifted Molly's left hand in his. Sherlock's eyes locked on hers once more.
"With this ring, I declare my self to you, and only you. I love you, Molly," he murmured softly before he slipped it on. He then brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to her ring-bedecked finger. He lowered her hand, and straightened, giving her a few moments to compose herself. She breathed in deeply several times before taking both of his hands in hers.
"Sherlock ... the first time we met I thought you were a complete tosser, but a gorgeous and fit tosser. And it may be ridiculous to call it love at first sight, but I honestly believe that that's what it was. Everyone treated it like it was just some silly schoolgirl crush, but you knew, you knew that it was so much more. And I knew that that frightened you. So I offered you my help, in disguise of offering you my heart." She paused, to steady her breathing as her emotions began to well up inside of her.
Sherlock was blinking rapidly, and Molly felt the tiniest bit pleased that he was struggling to stay composed. With a final intake of breath she was able to continue.
"Over the years we have had our ups and downs, a few more downs than ups. We both made some foolish mistakes, but in the end, I always knew I loved no other as well as I have loved you."
She paused again and wiped away another stray tear before taking the ring that Mycroft held out to her. When her gaze returned to Sherlock, her eyes were clear and sparkling.
"Sherlock, I choose you. And I'll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you. I love you, Sherlock." She slipped on the ring, and did the same that he had done, placing a kiss upon his newly ring-bedecked finger.
Mycroft barely had a chance to announce that they were now husband and wife before Sherlock grabbed Molly about the waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She laughed against his lips, shocked by his rather public display of affection. When they parted Sherlock was smiling widely. She was certain that she had never seen him look so happy.
He held his arm about her waist and steered her down the aisle, everyone was smiling and Marian was dabbing at her eyes. Molly knew exactly his intentions and didn't put up a fight and she could have sworn that she caught Mary giving them a knowing glance. He ducked through the orchard, leading her along deeper into the garden. A few minutes passed as the noises died away and suddenly it felt as if they were the only two people in the world.
Sherlock came to sudden standstill and spun about, before pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, hungrily.
"You planned all this, didn't you?" she asked him when they parted for breath, noting the box of tissues and the blanket that was draped over the bench.
He smirked. "Of course."
She hummed against his lips as he kissed her again.
"Did you like my vows?" he murmured as he began to leave a trail of kisses down the length of her neck.
"Mmmm, yes I did," she answered as she tilted her head to the side to give him more access.
"I thought it would be appropriate to quote from Jane Eyre since that's what I did when I proposed to you." He nibbled at her earlobe.
Molly cupped his face in his hands, bringing him forward so that she could look into his eyes. "I loved every word, it was perfect."
They kissed again, and as the kiss deepened Sherlock moved back towards the bench. When his legs bumped against it he eased himself down, settling Molly onto his lap. They parted for air, breathing heavily.
"I'm not wearing any knickers," she whispered against his lips.
A low growl escaped his throat as he grabbed handfuls of the fabric of her dress and lifted it up. She situated herself more comfortably upon him, her thighs coming to rest on either side of his hips as she reached between them to singlehandedly undo the button and zip of his trousers. As soon as she had her hand wrapped around his hard shaft he groaned.
"Molly, wait! Let me remove my trousers," he said to her, his fingertips brushing against the soft curve of her bum.
He placed his hand on the bench lifting himself up, she held onto him tightly with one hand and together they tugged and pulled his trousers until they were settled by his knees. She moaned softly as the movements caused his cock to rub against her.
The moment he dropped back down to the bench Molly returned her hand to around his shaft, stroking him gently. Their gaze locked as she placed the tip of him at her soaked, aching entrance. She pulled her hand away, settling it on his shoulder as she moved her other hand to cradle the side of his face.
"Husband," she whispered softly to him.
"Wife."
They kissed as she slowly eased his length inside of her.
"Oh!" she whimpered, as their bodies became perfectly joined; she was certain that he had never felt so good.
They moved together in unison, knowing exactly what the other needed. They shared kisses, and gasps and whimpers of "I love you" flittered through the air as they grew closer to reaching their fruition.
With every stroke of his cock deep inside of her, a shudder ran through Molly's body. Sherlock was mesmerized by the sight of her as she tilted back slightly; changing the angle that he entered her. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as sweet moans escaped from between them. He held tightly onto her bum, rolling his hips beneath her, before he began to mouth at her throat.
"Oh Sherlock! Sherlock!" she cried out softly, and with one final thrust, he felt her come undone around him.
His hips rose from the bench, desperate to be inside of her as deeply as he could go, before he gasped out her name. Her body gave one final shudder as his cock pulsed inside of her. She fell against him, sighing blissfully. He held her close, pressing kisses to her forehead, cheeks, nose then her lips. She kissed him back, holding onto to him tightly.
Minutes passed as they basked in the afterglow of their consummation. She placed a gentle trail of kisses along his jaw line as he leisurely moved his hands up and down her back. Once their breathing had slowed to a more normal pitch she started to move herself off of him, so that they could begin to clean themselves up, but they both froze when the sounds of laughter suddenly reached their ears.
A look of horror crossed over her features at the thought of being caught. The laughter grew closer then suddenly stopped, only to be replaced by the sounds of kissing, followed by a brief low murmur of voices then footsteps moving away.
Molly let out a breath of relief. "Was that ...?"
"Sherrinford and Meena," Sherlock deadpanned.
She snorted a giggle. "They didn't waste any time. I told you they'd like each other!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, but quickly cradled her head in his hands and kissed her briefly.
"Shall we return?" she asked him.
He let out a low whine. "Must we? Can't we just skive off?"
She chuckled. "Nope. You don't want those dance lessons you gave me to go to waste do you?"
He brushed the tip of his nose against hers. "I suppose not."
They hurriedly cleaned themselves up, making certain that their clothes were re-situated so that they did not appear as if they had just thoroughly shagged each other; even though Molly was certain that everyone knew exactly what they had been doing. Sherlock gave her one final searing kiss before leading her back through the garden. As they neared the reception area Molly gave his hand a tug. He stopped and looked at her questioningly.
"I wanted to let you know that I asked Anderson not to take any posed photographs, only candid's. I thought you'd be more comfortable with that," she explained to him.
Sherlock kissed her. She smiled against his lips as they pulled apart.
"You know me so well, it's almost frightening," he said to her.
She laughed, before pressing another kiss to his lips as she laid her hands flat upon his chest. "I rather like you in grey, the colour suits you. And you did an excellent job in picking a yellow colour for your tie," she said to him.
He smiled down at her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Does this mean I need to compliment your dress?"
She laughed and shook her head.
"Well, I'm going to anyway!" He adopted a serious expression. "The colour suits you; it looks well against your complexion, and it fits your body in just the right way." He ran his hands up and down her sides. "It also shows off just the right amount of your breasts, without revealing too much and yet enabling me to do this." He dipped his head down and placed a kiss upon her sternum before raising his head and pressing his lips to hers. "You look different, and yet you're still you."
"I'm like an enhanced Molly!" she giggled out.
He rolled his eyes, making her laugh harder.
"Come wife!" he growled. "We have a reception to return to."
She continued to giggle as he slipped his arm around her waist and they began to make their way down the path. Instead of returning to where the ceremony had taken place, Sherlock made his way towards the field behind the house.
As they stepped out from the shadows of the trees into the bright sunlight, Molly saw that a tent of pale yellow silk had been set up. Fairy-lights, branches and Ranunculus flowers hung from beneath it, and small vases of Ranunculus flowers decorated the tables. A chorus of cheers and applause erupted as they approached.
Molly couldn't keep herself from blushing, certain that it was perfectly obvious what they had been doing. But when Sherlock gave her hip a gentle squeeze she suddenly realized that she didn't care in the slightest what anyone thought. He led her towards the table where his parents and brothers were sat. By the time that everyone had decided on what that they wanted from the menus that Sherlock had created, a comfortable hum of chatter had settled in. The food was spectacular, and everyone was in awe with the fact that Sherlock had gone through so much trouble. He dismissed their amazement with a wave of his hand, assuring them that it had been an easy task.
A short while later, after the plates had been cleared and their glasses of champagne had been refilled several times, Sherlock suddenly stood and turned to Molly. He held out his hand with a smile spreading across his lips.
"Come Mrs. Holmes, it is time for us to dance."
She smiled back at him, placed her hand in his and stood. He led her away from the table and towards the area that had been set up for the dancing. They faced each other.
"Are you ready?" he asked her, slipping his arm about her waist, and taking her other hand in his until they were both in the waltz pose. "We have been practicing, so you shouldn't make too much of a fool of yourself."
She gave his foot a slight kick with her own, fighting back a smile. "Very funny. You know that I can dance Sherlock."
The music hadn't started yet, but they were already swaying back and forth ever so slightly.
His smile widened. "If you like to call that odd gyration dancing, then I suppose that you can!"
She gave his shoulder a slight pinch as she placed her hand upon it. "Not even an hour into our newly married life and you are already insulting me!"
His smile turned into a smug smirk. "It's too late now; you can't get out of it you're tied to me for life!"
She chuckled softly. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."
He pressed his lips to hers for a quick, tender kiss, before looking over her shoulder and giving a nod to Wiggins. Soft music flowed through the speakers, and straight away Molly recognized the song. Her eyes filled with tears as Sherlock tugged her closer to him and they began to slowly move with the rhythm of Claude Debussy's Clair De Lune.
"This is you, isn't it? You recorded yourself playing this, didn't you?" she asked him as he gently kissed away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.
He leaned his forehead against hers as they continued to move with the music, bringing their joined hands to his chest. "Yes. This was your most played song in your playlist. I thought that you would appreciate it."
Molly brushed her nose up against his. "I do appreciate it. I love it. But this isn't exactly a waltz, Mr. Holmes!"
He chuckled. "I know. But we're still dancing, are we not?" he asked her as they continued to gently move across the floor, with the rise and fall of the music.
She smiled. "Do you want to know why I've listened to this song so many times?"
He nodded, and she moved her hand from his shoulder up to the back of his neck, moving her fingers through the curls at his nape. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her for several moments.
"Those two years when you were away, I would fall asleep every night listening to this song. And I would imagine you were playing it, to me, for me."
She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. For several moments he stared at her. Molly was certain she had never before seen quite so much love in his expression. As the music swelled he tilted his head and captured her lips with his own, kissing her deeply. He let go of her hand, placing both his arms about her so that her body became nestled snugly up against his own, the kiss growing in passion.
"Sherlock ...," she murmured, when they at last parted for breath. "Contain yourself, we're not alone!"
Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were sparkling. Sherlock chuckled; his own cheeks tinged a faint pink.
"Suddenly I don't care so much anymore. Let them watch!" he all but growled, his tone then softened when he said, "It is our wedding day!"
She managed to smile before he kissed her again.
They continued to dance for several hours, the time flying by with no one noticing. When Murder on the Dance Floor started to play, Molly couldn't help but laugh. He had kept true to his word. A few more songs later and the music began to taper off into softer, slower songs.
"I think it's time for us to cut the cake, Sherlock," Molly said to him, as they slowly moved in time with the music.
He made a noise of agreement. "That is just as long as Mycroft hasn't gotten to it first!"
Molly pinched his shoulder and he smiled cheekily. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep herself from smiling. "Have you seen the cake yet? I haven't." He shook his head.
"I didn't know your mother used to make wedding cakes."
Sherlock shrugged. "It was a hobby of hers, she used to do it all the time when I was growing up, but hasn't in years. I can't imagine what she's conjured up for us."
Molly's smile grew wider. "Well, let's find out then!"
"All right."
They stopped dancing just as the song came to an end. Sherlock nodded to Wiggins and he disappeared into the house, only to return moments later carrying a three-tiered yellow cake. Molly giggled and clapped her hands in delight when she saw that it was dotted with daisies and little bees.
"Childish …" Sherlock grumbled beneath his breath.
Molly turned to look at him with disdain, but when she saw how lit up his eyes were she knew that he hadn't really meant it. Wiggins placed it on the table and stepped back, allowing them to approach. Anderson was busily snapping photos as everyone formed a circle around them.
"Before you cut it though, the cake needs one more thing," John said as he stepped forward, taking a small figurine from his pocket.
Molly very nearly roared with laughter as he placed it on top of the cake. The figurine was a pair of skeletons, one in a bride's dress and the other in a black suit. The skeleton bride had her legs wrapped around the skeleton groom's waist. It was perfect, even Sherlock was chuckling as he looked it over.
"Shall we?" he asked her, as he took up the knife that had been laid out for them.
Molly covered his hand with her own, and together they cut into the cake. They laid the slice onto a plate and Sherlock divided it in half.
"Do we really have to feed it to each other?" Sherlock asked in a disgruntled tone.
Molly nodded. "Yes! It's tradition!"
He sighed but picked up a piece with his fork, and Molly did the same. They fed each other and everyone around them clapped. Sherlock tugged her forward and they shared a sweet kiss.
The dancing continued well into the evening. Sherlock even allowed Molly a dance with Greg, although he kept a close eye on them the entire time. As they were dancing Molly winked at Meena and Sherrinford, neither one of them had danced with anyone else.
In spite of the fact that Sherlock had been well aware of Mycroft having found himself a goldfish, he couldn't stop himself from staring in astonishment as he watched his usually stoic brother take Anthea to the dance floor. Molly quickly erased the shocked expression from his face when she returned to him. She snuggled into his side, smiling up at Sherlock.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"Not entirely. How much longer do we have to stay?" he grumbled.
She laughed softly. "Well, it is our wedding. I suppose we could leave whenever we like."
He opened his mouth to answer her but stopped as Sherrinford approached them, holding an envelope in his hands.
"I know that you requested not to be given gifts, but I couldn't bring myself to not give you both something." Sherrinford explained as he held the envelope out to them.
Molly took it and opened it, pulling out a sheet of paper. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped open. He had gifted them a night at Foxhill Manor. Sherlock peered at the paper over her shoulder.
"No one should spend their wedding night traveling," Sherrinford explained. "Mycroft helped work out all the kinks. He has a car that will be taking you to the hotel tonight, and your luggage has been sent on ahead. The car will take you to the airport tomorrow."
Molly flung her arms around Sherrinford, giving him a hug. He laughed, returning the hug.
"Thank you," she said to him. Before she stepped back she whispered into his ear, "Have fun with Meena." Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, as she released him from her hold.
For a brief moment Sherlock looked rather miffed, but his expression quickly softened before he held out his hand to his brother and said, "Thank you."
Sherrinford smiled and warmly shook his brother's hand. Molly struggled to hold back as more tears filled her eyes. Sherlock returned his arm to around her waist, nudging her close. Everyone took this as a signal that it was time to give the happy couple their final goodbyes and congratulations. Several tears were shed amongst the women, and laughter and advice too. Then Sherlock took Molly's hand, after enduring a hardy clap on the back from Lestrade, and led her towards the waiting car. The moment that they had slipped inside and the door was shut behind them, Sherlock let out a happy, relieved sigh.
"Alone at last," he murmured as he reached out for her, pulling her onto his lap.
Molly smiled at him, cupping his face in her hand, before giving him a gentle kiss. The kiss quickly deepened. "Sherlock!" she hissed out in a warning tone as his hand began to wander beneath her dress. "We're not shagging in the car on the way to the hotel!"
He pouted and she nipped at his bottom lip.
"There will be plenty of time for that when we're alone!'" she nodded her head in the direction of the driver, who was unseen due to the barrier.
Sherlock let out a humph but pulled his hand away from her dress and returned his mouth to hers. They continued to kiss until the car came to a stop, and they quickly disentangled before the door was open.
Molly gaped in awe as she stepped out of the car. The hotel that Sherrinford had gifted them a night at was a beautiful manor house. Sherlock pressed a kiss to her temple, slipping his arm around her waist before they walked inside.
Without a word needing to be said, they were lead upstairs by one of the staff and brought to a room that was bedecked in soft oranges, reds and gold's. There was a curtain that closed off the bed from the rest of the room, and their suitcases were stood beside a wooden dresser, where a bottle of champagne was sat cooling on ice. The attendant asked if they needed anything else, and when Sherlock told him no, he left hooking a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outdoor handle.
The moment the door shut, Sherlock took Molly into his arms and kissed her deeply. She moaned against his lips, as he began to blindly walk her backwards. Her legs bumped against the mattress as Sherlock grabbed handfuls of the fabric of her dress. Ever so gently she pushed him away, smiling cheekily.
She shook her head as she said to him, "Ah, ah, ah Mr. Holmes ... you had your way with me once in this dress ... I don't trust you in helping me to get it off—in one piece—just give me a few minutes Sherlock ... the wait will be worth it." Molly pressed a tender kiss to his lips and gently lifted his hands away from her. She stepped away from him and moved over to her suitcase.
Sherlock began to pout as he slumped down upon the bed. As she straightened and faced him he couldn't see what she now had in her hand, for she kept it well hidden behind her.
"Just give me a couple of minutes. It will be worth it, I promise!" She gave him one final cheeky smile then disappeared into the loo.
Sherlock sighed, falling back against the bed, peering over the tip of his nose towards the door. A mere thirteen seconds passed before he jumped to his feet and quickly disrobed. His hard, aching cock bobbed between his legs as he moved about the room switching off the lamps until only one nearby the bed was on. He removed the decorative pillows, tossing them to the floor then folded back the blanket and sheet. As he was pulling the curtain closed he heard the sound of the tap being turned off. He lay down upon the bed, stretching out, anxiously awaiting her return, his eyes upon the door of the loo.
He gave his shaft a brief stroke, hoping to ebb off some of the ache. The door opened and she stepped out. For a brief moment he merely stared. Then he realized his mouth was hanging open and his throat had gone dry. He closed his mouth and swallowed.
She was wearing a black negligee, if the sparse bit of fabric could exactly be considered that. The design of it was rather simple; a dark outline of shapes that revealed bare skin beneath. It more so left her exposed than covered.
"Do you like it?" she asked, as she strode towards the bed. "I bought it because it reminded me of-"
"Honeycomb," he interjected.
"Yes."
He moved onto his knees, his cock giving a prominent twitch, and helped her onto the bed. Now that she was closer he took note of the fact that she wore nothing beneath the sparse negligee. Her pebbled, dusty pink nipples protruded through the openings and he also had a perfect view of her trimmed pubic hair that was faintly glistening with her arousal.
She repeated her question.
He cleared his throat. "Like it? Ahh yes, I like it. I intend to have a bit of fun with it as well. Lie down," he told her.
With an excited smile, Molly did just that, stretching her self out beneath him. Sherlock gazed at her, nearly overwhelmed by the thought that she was his and he was hers. He was in awe of her.
Molly slowly raised her hand to stroke his cheek. "Sherlock?" she asked softly.
He blinked, having not realized that he was buffering.
She giggled. "I guess you do like it."
"Mmmm, like is a bit of a weak word choice, I think love is a bit better," he murmured.
She continued to giggle then let out a breathy moan as he leaned forward and began to press kisses down the length of her throat. He suckled on her clavicle, nipping at it lightly before continuing downwards. Her body shook slightly as his warm breath danced across her skin. A quiet whine slipped out from her lips as he licked at the exposed skin between the openings of her negligee. When he at last reached her breasts she let out a guttural groan. He touched with his tongue only the bits of skin that were revealed to him, gently circling her nipple until it became a hard, rosy peak. He did the same to her other breast before nipping gently at her skin as he continued to move downwards.
It was almost infuriating to her to not have his mouth touch her all over, and yet she also liked it; every spot that he had made contact with was tingling. When she felt the warmth of his breath ghost over her trimmed curls, her hips bucked involuntarily. He chuckled and laid the palms of his hands upon her hips to hold her down.
Sherlock wasn't entirely certain if the negligee had been created for this purpose, but he couldn't help but silently thank the designer for situating an opening so perfectly that it was sat directly over Molly's taut little nub. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit before suckling it between his lips. A low wail escaped her as her back arched. He slid his hand beneath the negligee and pressed two fingers into her wet warmth, continuing to suckle at her clit, as he began to move his fingers inside of her. When she dug her hands into his hair, giving his curls a slight tug, he stilled his movements.
"Sherlock!" she whimpered. "Wait, please."
He gave her clit a final flick with the tip of his tongue before raising his head so that their eyes could meet.
"Please … I don't want to come until you are inside of me," her words came out in a breathless whisper that sent an ache straight to his cock.
He slipped out his fingers, sucking them clean of her juices, before he slid up her body until they were face to face. She brought her hands forward so that she could cradle his face before giving him a gentle tug downwards so that their lips could meet.
As they kissed, his hands took a hold of her negligee and began to pull it upwards. When they parted for breath he helped her to sit up so that he could remove it. She gave him an impish smile the moment she became fully naked, he barely had a chance to react before she pushed him down onto his back and straddled his stomach.
"Your turn!" she announced before dropping her head down to mouth at his jaw line. She nipped and suckled her way down the length of his neck, nibbling gently at each of his collarbones before licking a stripe up his throat. She shifted her body so that she could continue her ministrations with her mouth, her slick folds just barely brushing against his cock.
Sherlock moaned then let out a soft yelp as she bit down non-too gently on his left nipple. She chuckled before taking it between her lips, bathing his now tender skin with her tongue before moving to his right side. She kissed and licked her way down his stomach, letting out a low hum when she at last reached his cock.
Before she took him between her lips she gave his shaft a few slow pumps with her hand. Sherlock swore loudly, clutching tightly onto the bed-sheets. She placed her lips upon him, before sucking the tip into her mouth, humming once more, knowing that the vibrations would travel straight down the length of him to his bollocks.
He swore again before hissing out her name. She released him, gently laying her chin onto his thigh. He laid there for a few moments catching his breath. He then opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"Come here," he said to her.
She moved upwards and he took her in his arms, rolling her onto her side. They became still for a time, both of them content to gaze upon one another. Sherlock was the first to move, bringing his hand up to smooth his fingertips across her cheek.
"I love you," he murmured softly to her. "I am aware that I don't say that very often … but please, don't ever think that I don't."
Molly smiled, gently cupping the side of his face in her hand, her thumb brushing across his lips. "I know Sherlock … I love you too."
He slid his hand down to the small of her back, pressing her close against him. A soft moan escaped from between her lips before he kissed her. She moved her leg, slipping her thigh over his hip, allowing his cock to nestle against her aching core.
"Please Sherlock," she moaned against his lips, "Please make love to me!"
He quickly rolled her onto her back as she spread her legs in invitation. He stared down at her for a moment, taking in the glorious sight of her glistening sex, knowing that she was his and his alone.
"Sherlock!" she whimpered, her rips rising ever so slightly from the bed.
He blinked rapidly, taking his length in his hand and settling the tip directly at her entrance.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned.
He watched as his cock slowly disappeared inside of her tight pinkness. The moment that he was fully-seated, with his bollocks pressed against the curves of her arse, he stretched his body above her and kissed her deeply. They moaned into each other's mouths as he began to move. She lifted her legs, crossing them over the back of his thighs.
He continued to enter her in swift, smooth strokes. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, as he placed one hand on the bed to keep himself steady and with the other he massaged her breast. She had her hands buried in his hair, her fingernails scraping against his scalp. He groaned, increasing ever so slightly the pace of his thrusts, moving his hand down to her hip to hold on to her.
"Yes, Sherlock, yes!" she cried out. "Oh, harder!"
He hissed out a breath, before reaching back to grab onto her legs so that he could bring them forward, pressing her knees down into the mattress.
"That's it!" she whimpered, as she clutched tightly onto his shoulders.
The room filled with their breathy moans as he settled in to giving her the fucking she asked for, reveling in the sensation of her taking his full length with every stroke.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" she gasped out.
He moved one of his hands from her leg, placing it against the spot directly above her mons pubis, pressing down before he gave her clit one, two, three swipes with his thumb.
"Sherlock!" she screamed out, ending in a low moan as he felt her walls clench around him.
He leaned further forward, the back of her calves pressing against his shoulders as he sped up his thrusts before he entered her one final time, gasping out her name, a glorious shudder running through his body. He grew still as he nuzzled at her throat with his lips then he smiled. "Mmmm," he hummed out, "Molly Holmes!"
She sighed blissfully tilting her chin so that their eyes could meet. They shared a smile before he leaned back and carefully lowered her legs. He moved onto his side, pulling her with him and tucking her body close against his. She hummed against his lips as they shared a slow, gentle kiss. He moved his hand through her hair, gazing at her.
Silence fell, no words were needed. That was perhaps one of the things that Sherlock loved so much about her. More often than not neither one of them needed to speak a word to understand the other.
Molly kissed him, then laid her head against his chest and slowly let out another happy sigh. Sherlock reached up to switch off the lamp, bathing the room in the soft glow of moonlight, before pulling the sheet up over them. He slowly moved his hand up and down her back, not quite certain if he would ever be able to fully fathom the thought that he was now a married man. A truly married man, not just married to his work, but married to a beautiful, incredible woman.
As these thoughts rushed through his brain he suddenly remembered something. He gave her body a gentle nudge and she shifted against him. He gave her another nudge and she loosened her hold on him. He slid his body downwards so that that they were more at level with each other.
"Sherlock!" Molly giggled sleepily. "What are you doing?"
He now had his mouth against her neck, bathing her skin in kisses. But that wasn't what she was questioning about; he was holding her hand in his and the tips of his fingers were grasping her engagement ring and wedding band. With a final, gentle tug he managed to slip them off, the two rings making a soft clink.
"Sherlock?" She blinked a few times as he pulled away from her. She stared at him confused as he sat up, still holding her rings, the diamonds glinting in the faint light from the window. "What is it?" she asked him, her voice now tinged with concern.
He wasn't looking at her, but instead down at the two rings he was holding between his fingertips. "I want to show you something," he spoke quietly.
She sat up and he slipped his free hand around her back, pulling her close until she was tucked up against him. She leaned into his warmth, joining him in gazing down at the two rings. Her hand felt bare, empty without them on. He turned and placed a kiss on her forehead before removing his arm from around her back and taking her hand in his once more. He slipped her engagement ring back on, bringing her hand up to press his lips to her finger. He then gently put her hand back down and held her wedding ring out to her.
"Look inside," he instructed her. "I had it engraved."
She took the ring from him, the three smalls diamonds on the band sparkling as she tilted it towards the light. When she read the words, her breath hitched and her eyes began to fill with tears. "You do count," she managed to warble out.
He took her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her face in his hands before he began to kiss away the few tears that had fallen. Her eyes met his and he leaned his forehead against hers. "You do count, Molly, always."
His words were met by another fresh batch of tears and he kissed those away as well. When he finished she grabbed hold of him and kissed him soundly on the lips, clutching tightly to her ring. He nudged her down onto her back, covering her body with his own. When she felt him tugging on her engagement ring again, she broke apart the kiss and positioned her hand so that he had better access. He slipped it off and she held out her wedding ring to him. He took it, placed a loud kiss upon her naked finger and slipped the two rings back on. As soon as he was finished she slipped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him down closer to her. He bumped his nose against hers and she smiled.
"What do you need, Sherlock?" she asked softly, continuing to smile. "What do you need?"
His expression mirrored hers. He brought his hand up to smooth back her hair from her face, brushing across her cheek with his fingertips. He spoke without hesitation, "You. I will always need you."
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-flops over and squees- ... heh ... sorry, that last line though, it just hits me right in the feels! hehe ... anyway, TA DA!
Please be sure to go to my tumblr sherlockian87 and check out my chapter post, there's a whole list of links to a whole bunch of items that I used as ideas for different things for the wedding (such as Molly's dress etc.)!
So did you like it? Did you like it?! Please leave a review and let me know! Reviews are like a delicious slice of wedding cake to me :)
Oh and that bit where Molly asks "Can I kiss him now?" ... My Aunt said that during her wedding vows and I just knew that I had to use it :D
Also: Sherlock's vows ... these are the quotes from Jane Eyre: "I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. I have little left in myself, I must have you"
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"The world may laugh, may call me absurd, selfish, but it does not signify. My very soul demands you. It will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame. I knew you would do me good, in some way, at some time. I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you. Their expression and smile did not strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing."
Also: Molly's vows ... "I choose you. And I'll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you." - I did not come up with that. I don't know who wrote it (I tried to find out) but I saw it on a post on instagram and I thought that those words would make beautiful vows.
Once again, please let me know what you think! :D
Now on to the Sex Holiday! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!