WARNING: I REALLY MEAN THAT M RATING ON THIS CHAPTER! Yes, kids you might have noticed that I changed the rating on this story specifically for this chapter. There's some major sexy time going on in the first section. That being said, in this chapter its decided that Sherlock and Molly need a holiday. There will be updates here that follow the kids' adventures with their caretakers as well as Sherlock and Molly's holiday. However, there MIGHT (if I have time) be super sexy adventures that go with this story called "Sherlolly Holiday" that will fill in the naughty details. But that will be determined by amount of time needed to write and popular demand. And now I've talked entirely too much, so here you go...
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the kids.
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Sherlock had been thinking a lot about what Molly had said several days previous in bed. And the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that she was right. They really didn't have any alone time anymore. Or any time at all for that matter. Their whole lives seemed to revolve around their children's busy schedules. Gabriel was older now, but with that came new issues. He'd begun playing with the school orchestra and had practice there twice a week. They'd finally allowed him to try out to play rugby, and surprising no one, he made the team on his first try. So there were practices and matches constantly. Scarlett's dancing had grown from one half-hour class each week at the studio around the corner to two hour-long practices each week at a dance school in the center of London. Dance days were long marathons that began early in the morning, and didn't end until Scarlett finally made it home around eight in the evening.
And then there were the twins.
Will and Finn were embroiled in the 'terrible twos.' Most of the time both boys were as sweet as could be: laughing, smiling, and always ready for a snuggle. But they were adorable little schizophrenics. They could be playing and having a wonderful time one minute, and the next they were wailing as if the world were ending. They were also extremely mischievous and curious about everything. Consequently, they were always getting into things they shouldn't be. Gabriel had resorted to begging his parents for a padlock to go on his bedroom door after they painted his carpet. Scarlett was more calculating, keeping a water pistol by her bed and squirting them with it every time they came into her room. Molly caught her at this and tried to explain that she couldn't train her brothers like a new puppy, but it was half-hearted.
"I can't say that I haven't considered getting a water pistol myself," Molly sighed. "I haven't been to the loo by myself since they were born."
"Mmm," Sherlock hummed as he clicked away on his laptop. "Since Scarlett."
"Don't I know it," she replied, kicking back on the sofa. "I love our children, but some days I would like to have my own life. I feel so old and exhausted lately. Do you know that the other morning, I actually considered wearing my yoga pants to work? This morning I forgot to put on underwear. And when I realized it, I didn't even care."
"I was interrogating a murder suspect at NSY last night and when I put my hand in my coat pocket to grab my mobile, I realized that it was overflowing with those little goldfish crackers."
"I know I smell like stale peanut butter sandwiches all the time. It's really no wonder you don't want to sleep with me anymore."
Sherlock's head snapped up. "What are you talking about?"
"You missed last night."
"What?"
"It was Wednesday. That's… you know… our night."
"We have a night?"
"Well, I suppose it's more of a habit really. But that's like our "sex date" night. And last night, you just didn't come to bed."
"I didn't realize we were making an appointment to have sex."
"Well… it wasn't intentional. It just happened."
Sherlock pushed his laptop aside and strode over to the couch, dropping down beside her and pulling her legs across his lap. "I promise that it wasn't any reflection on you. I just lost track of the time."
"I know."
He stared around the flat and noticed that they were actually alone. He went over in his mind where each of the children should be: Will and Finn were still down for their afternoon nap, Gabriel wouldn't be home from orchestra practice until six, and Scarlett was playing at the Watsons'. "You know… we're all alone right now."
Molly looked up from her book, a mischievous smile crossing her lips. Immediately she threw the book aside and sat up. Before Sherlock could respond, she was throwing herself against him. She crushed her mouth to his and forced her way in. They kissed until he could barely breathe, but he didn't care. Breathing was boring. Molly was most definitely not. If only he'd had her all those years ago, the plaster beneath the wallpaper behind them would still be intact. Her mouth never left his as she climbed astride his lap and began fumbling with his clothes. Her fingers were clumsy as she worked at the buttons on his shirt. Luckily, her wardrobe was much easier. Sherlock slid his fingers under the hem of her loose teeshirt. The tips of his fingers traced each rib and he was pleased to discover that she'd already shed her underthings for the evening. Her plump, cool breast was soft in his palm. He closed his hand over it, feeling the nipple bead under his touch.
"We… shouldn't do this… here…" Molly sighed.
"I don't think we have much choice," he replied. His hand slid boldly under the waistband of her loose trousers to caress the skin underneath. Her belly shuddered as the back of his knuckles slid downward to exotic, swampy locales. He was not gentle or slow when his fingertips reached her sex and wove their way inside. Obviously she'd been waiting, desperate for him, for ages. It only took a moment for her slippery sweet desire to invite him in. He touched her deep inside, teasing a breathless gasp from her lips before pulling away. She whimpered softly as he brought his fingertips to his mouth, tasting the evidence before brushing them across her mouth. Her tongue flickered over her lips, tasting the essence of her lust for him. Then she took his fingers in her mouth, lapping at them hungrily before he took her mouth again. Their tongues fought for the last drop of sticky fluid while Molly pulled at the button on his trousers.
"Impatient?" he whispered.
"Repressed."
Sherlock growled as she struggled with his zipper. Finally, he reached down and grasped her hand. He finished off the zipper and guided her hand inside. Molly was fast to free him and in seconds he was sinking into her. At first he couldn't move. He couldn't make a sound. It had been far too long since he'd felt the warm comfort of her sex. To feel it pulsing and swelling around him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her fingers were in his hair, pushing it back from his face as she gazed down into his eyes. "I love you," she said. "So very much."
"Me too," he purred.
She began to move her hips in wide circles that drew him into her further. His hands on her pelvis guided the tempo. Despite his urgency, he forced himself to slow her. To make it last. He wanted to love her deeply. He wanted her to feel him inside of her hours later whenever she sat or crossed her legs. He angled his hips as she pressed downward, his cock hitting that spot deep within that made her scream against his shoulder and beg him not to stop.
They softly moaned unintelligible proclamations of love to one another, enjoying the feeling of finally being one after all this time. So lost were they that they almost didn't hear the sound of the front door slamming below and John Watson's laughter.
"Oh… oh no…" Molly panted as she pushed back from Sherlock, nearly falling on the floor in front of the couch. "What are they doing here?"
"John must have gotten off early," Sherlock said. He was fumbling with his trousers, trying to get them fastened and rearranged without showing any sign of his still raging arousal.
"Well at least someone's gotten off…" Molly grumbled.
Surprising no one, the entirety of their social- familial circle came tromping up the stairs moments later. John and Mary, Isabel, Jada, and Scarlett, Gabriel and Katie—all of them delightful noisemakers invading the flat. Mrs. Hudson, hearing all the noise, decided to come up too. Soon everyone was talking and laughing, completely unaware that they'd interrupted a very intimate encounter.
"… so we thought why not have dinner together…"
"Katie's dad has an unexpected flight tonight. She can stay with us, right?"
"A guy at the clinic recognized me from the papers and says he has a really interesting case involving an antique desk in his attic…"
Sherlock and Molly stared up at all of them from their places on the couch and then at one another. No one was really talking to them. More at them. Sherlock even tried to say something, but Mrs. Hudson just barreled over him. Finally, they rose together, hand in hand, and walked away. They could still hear the chattering as they continued up the stairs. The twins began wailing as soon as they reached the top step, but they didn't stop. They just kept going until they reached Sherlock's study and slammed the door behind them.
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Mary descended the stairs with a twin in each arm and a puzzled look on her face. She'd gone up when she noticed that Molly and Sherlock were gone and the twins were wailing incessantly. When she reached the nursery, they were gone and the crying was coming from the study. She knocked on the door and Sherlock appeared with a sniffling Finn on his hip and a still weeping Will following behind.
"Oh good. You're here." He handed Finn off to Mary and steered Will into the hall.
"But…"
"Thank you!" he said with a wide smile before shutting the door in her face and leaving her to wonder what exactly had happened.
She entered the lounge where everyone was going on about dinner and impromptu sleepovers. Will was still whimpering and shied against Mary's shoulder when John tried to take him. "What's the matter?" John cooed, still trying to pry him away from Mary.
"He just got up from his nap," Scarlett explained. "They're always fussy when they get up from their nap."
"Look who's talking," Gabriel said.
"You're fussy all the time," Scarlett shot back, sticking out her tongue.
Gabriel returned her frog face and Katie smacked him on the arm. "Don't be rude."
"She's my sister."
"You not s'posed to stick your tongue out at girls," Jada scolded.
"Quite right, Jada," Mrs. Hudson said, poking Gabriel in the side. "You've been raised much better than that, I should hope."
Finn wriggled out of Mary's arms at the sound of Mrs. Hudson's voice and toddled over to her. He stretched to be picked up and Mrs. Hudson obliged. She pulled him into her lap and he immediately snuggled against her, thumb firmly in his mouth. "I need my mummy, Nena," he said.
She squeezed him and looked to Mary. "Are they coming down?"
"I have no idea what's going on with them. They pushed the twins at me and slammed the door."
"It's obvious isn't it? They're up there having a shag and leaving us down here to deal with everything!" John narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fist tightly at his side. Mary could tell that he was ready to go upstairs and give Sherlock a piece of his mind when his mobile went off. John pulled the phone out of his pocket and stared down at the screen that seemed to blare "Sherlock."
"Oi! Where are you?" John said. He paused, obviously listening to Sherlock barking on the other end. But why would he be calling? They were just upstairs. "Why do you need to be on speaker? But…" John heaved a heavy sigh and set his phone down on the table. "There!" he shouted at the phone.
"Can everyone hear us?" Sherlock said through John's phone.
"Go ahead," John replied. "We're listening."
There was some rustling and then Molly's voice came through. "Hello everyone. You're probably wondering why we're calling you from upstairs."
"Honestly, nothing surprises us anymore dear," Mrs. Hudson said.
"Well the truth is, we thought it might be easier to talk to you this way instead of trying to shout over the din of noise. We just want you to know that we love you all very much."
"Mummy! Daddy!" Scarlett started. "Why you not coming downstairs? I need you!"
"Hello, precious," Molly said. "We'll be down in a little while, but right now we need you to listen. We need all of you to listen. And this seemed like the only way to get your attention."
"All right," John said. "You have our attention. What's up?"
"While we love you all very much," Molly began, "Sherlock and I have decided that we need to take some time for ourselves. You may not realize it, but our lives are a constant deluge of cases, children, errands, and work. There is always someone wanting our attention or needing our help for something or other. We're so busy taking care of you that we haven't had time to take care of one another. So we're taking a little holiday—"
"A holiday?" Gabriel shrieked. "Without us?"
"You would be the one we're trying to get away from," Sherlock mumbled in the background.
"Dad!"
"Just one of the ones, darling," Molly finished. "It isn't that we don't love you, but we love each other too, and while it may seem trivial, we need some time together just the two of us."
"Are you going to have another baby?" Isabel Watson blurted from where she sat on the floor playing with Will.
"No!" Sherlock barked. "I assure you that is not going to happen."
"Who will take care of us?" Scarlett whined.
"We were hoping that we could rely on our dutiful friends to help us out with that on the assumption that we would be glad to do the same for them in the future."
"Oh so you and Molly are just going to waltz off to Camber Sand on a sex holiday and just leave us here to deal with all the children!" John said.
"To be fair, they never did have a honeymoon," Mary interjected.
"How long were you planning on being away?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"Who will take me to school?" Scarlett asked. "And Mr. Phillip?"
"What about cases?"
"And I have games and orchestra practice!" Gabriel said. "Who will take me? Since you don't trust me to ride the Tube by myself anymore!"
"We aren't going to Camber Sand," Sherlock said simply. "As for all the squealing about who is taking who where, I've already spoken to your biological mother, Gabriel."
"Irene?" Mary and John asked in unison.
"Yes. Irene has already agreed to come and stay at the flat with Gabriel and Scarlett for the week if Mary and John will take the twins to their house."
Scarlett began to get weepy already. "But… I… I don't want you to go! I don't want Will and Finn to leave either!"
"Oh Scarlett…" Molly sighed through the phone, her own voice quavering. "It's just for a few days."
When Scarlett started to cry, the twins chimed in. Jada was visibly excited about the twins coming to stay, but Isabel was already whining to her parents about not wanting to share her room or her toys with babies. Soon the room had erupted into a din of noise that was making it impossible for anyone to hear anything.
Finally, Mrs. Hudson stood up and quieted the room with a loud whistle. Immediately everyone shut up and turned to look at her. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" she began. "Kicking up such a fuss over a short holiday! You know, Sherlock and Molly do an awful lot for all of us. This flat has been the center of activity for years now, and they never complain. Well, Sherlock complains, but for Sherlock grumbling is the same as breathing."
"I beg your pardon…"
Mrs. Hudson ignored him and went on. "Gabriel, your mum and dad have bent over backwards to make sure that you can do all the things you want to do. And some of those things are pretty expensive, young man!"
"Yeah, but…"
"And Scarlett—your parents have reordered their whole lives to make those dance lessons possible. Not to mention your hearing aids, extra tutoring, speech therapy, sign language classes, and the thousands of dollars that have been spent on toys, books, and clothes just for you."
"But I need my mummy and daddy!"
Mary nodded and picked up the mobile. "Martha is absolutely right. There is no reason why we can't all pull together and give you guys some time alone. That's what family is for. So why don't you come down? We'll have dinner and discuss the details."
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"Are they going to be okay?" Molly asked for the thousandth time as Sherlock pulled their suitcases out of the boot of the cab. "I mean, we've never left them behind before."
"Which they do you mean? The children? John and Mary? Irene and Mrs. Hudson?"
"All of them I suppose."
Sherlock negotiated around the back of the cab to lean in and hand the cabbie some notes. They'd been having this conversation since going to bed the night before. Actually, they'd been having this conversation over and over in the three days since they had announced their intentions to go away for a few days. "Of course they'll be fine. They're all in excellent hands. And we'll only be gone for the long weekend. It isn't as if we're taking off to Amsterdam for a month. Just a few days."
"I know. But John and Mary will have the twins plus their two…"
"Do you honestly think that they'll spend much time at their flat with the twins, Jada, and Isabel? The twins will go to their flat to sleep, but during the day they'll most likely be at Baker Street." Molly stood rooted to her spot until he took her arm and began steering her toward the airport.
"But what if Scarlett loses her hearing aid? Or what if she gets an ear infection? Or if Gabriel gets hurt playing rugby? What if Will and Finn won't eat?"
"They'll be fine. We'll be in Amsterdam, not on the moon. If something happens—which it won't—we can be home in a couple of hours. Besides, wasn't this your idea anyway?"
"Well yes, but…"
"But?"
"I didn't think you'd say yes."
Sherlock smiled and kissed her temple, throwing his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, Mouse. We're going to miss our flight."
