So we've had quite a lot of Molly's perspective recently...shall we see what's going on inside Sherlock's head?

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Chapter 19

Sherlock had been more honest with Molly than he'd been with himself in recent weeks. He'd been telling himself just what Molly had feared; that any sex would be because she needed it not because he wanted it. But when he'd seen the look of despondency on her face he couldn't lie to her like he had to himself. He had to tell her the truth; he still wanted to have sex with her. He had managed about a week since they'd last had sex before his dreams had started to be filled with her and he was almost embarrassed about how often he'd masturbated with her image in his head and her name on his lips over the past few months. He did fully intend to master and beat this new addiction but as he'd said to her he just couldn't bring himself to worry about it just yet. There would be time for that after the birth; Molly probably wouldn't want sex anyway and it would be the best time to go cold turkey and get back to being himself.

Molly's moan as he kissed her brought him back to the present and he knew he just wanted her naked and in his bed. His hands moved to undo her shirt before pushing it off her shoulders. Her bra quickly followed and he let his eyes roam over her breasts as Molly started to undo his shirt. Pregnancy had added two cup sizes and darkened her nipples and the sight of them made his mouth water. If he'd been forced to choose though he would probably pick her non-pregnancy breasts...they were just more Molly...and Molly was just what he liked best.

He wanted to explore her whole body and see what other changes pregnancy had made to her and the kitchen table was not conducive to that and so, after he had shrugged off his shirt, he took her hand and led her through into his bedroom. He fully intended for her to spend the night with him and found himself happy with that plan. He seemed to sleep better when she was in the bed with him anyway.

He took his time stripping them both naked, kneeling before her to reverently kiss her bump as he removed her trousers and pants. Then he gestured to her to lay on the bed as he removed his own clothes and he half crawled over her avoiding putting any weight onto her growing bump. As he kissed her once more he palmed and stroked her breasts loving the breathy noises she made and the way she arched to press herself up and into his hand. He had been completely honest when he'd said she was beautiful. There was something very primitive and territorial about having her pregnant with his child and he was so glad she'd agreed to his proposal...bar learning about his sister these had easily been the best few months of his life.

He kissed his way down her body, tucking away every change into her room in his mind palace. She'd put weight on but only really on her breasts and stomach and her bump was growing well but still fairly compact. A couple of stretch marks under her belly button were new and a dark line appearing down to her mons.

As he kissed down it he heard her moan and he knew it wouldn't take him long to make her orgasm. He heard her hands twisting in the sheets as he kissed her quim and she called out his name as he licked her and it made his cock twitch and pulse...God, he'd missed this.

He closed his eyes and just enjoyed giving her pleasure, adjusting his technique based on her cries until he felt her give way. Having her come on his face should have been unpleasant but it just wasn't, it was glorious and deeply arousing.

As he moved level with her face she pushed him over and on to his back and then she moved over him, straddling his hips until she could lean over him. They were still able to kiss, just, but he could feel her bump, his baby, pressing against his stomach.

Neither of them wanted to wait and she soon had him positioned so she could slide herself down onto him, eliciting a groan from him: he had to put his hands on her hips forcing her to still her movements until he'd got used to the amazing feel of her. If he could only pick one addiction going forward it would be this. Mere words couldn't describe how good it felt to have her tight, wet heat enveloping his cock.

She placed her hands on his chest as she started to roll her hips and he let his own roam over her body; her thighs, her backside, her breasts.

Bit by bit he knew she was building to another climax and he was desperate for her to reach it before he lost his own control. It was harder with the bump separating them but he spoke to her, telling her how good she felt, that he wanted her to come on him, that he wanted to come in her and it wasn't long before he felt her muscles tighten around him. Their hands linked together and she cried out his name and flung her head back as she came and it gave him the permission he needed to let go of his last bit of control and he thrust himself up into her as he climaxed, pumping his seed deep inside her.

He felt her lean over him and press her lips to his then she climbed off the bed and he heard her making her way to his bathroom to clean up. He just lay there for a moment with his eyes closed just relishing the blissed out feeling of being completely sated. God he wished he still smoked.

He finally opened his eyes and pulled himself up to sitting as Molly came back into the room, shyly looking for her clothes. He patted the bed.

'Don't be boring, get back into bed. There's no point trailing all the way home.'

She bit her lip and then grinned as she made her way around. 'Are you sure?'

At this he smirked. 'Do you really think I'd offer if I didn't want you here?'

She pulled back the covers and lay down and just as they had done a few times before they lay on their sides, in the partial light, looking at each other. He could tell that there was something still playing on her mind and he questioned her about what it was.

She took a moment before she answered.

'Mrs Hudson asked if I was moving in. She said you'd been getting John's room ready...'

She tailed off and he just nodded his head.

'It makes sense don't you think...for you to be here. I want to be able to play an active part in our baby's life and I can't do that with you all the way across town.'

She chuckled at that. 'I'm not all the way across town, I'm twenty minutes away by tube, less in a cab. Do you ever even take a tube?'

'Not if I can help it...too many idiots cluttering them up.'

She chuckled and carried on. 'Anyway, I like my flat...my independence.'

'Your flat is overpriced and further away from Bart's.'

'Maybe but...I just think that...that given we aren't together romantically it wouldn't be right for me to live here. I...I mean what if either of us meets someone else...'

Sherlock snorted and she frowned. 'Listen you may not want any relationships going forward but me having your child doesn't stop me still wanting to not be alone.'

She took a deep and tried to control her emotions. This was all feeling a little too close for comfort to all her concerns and insecurities.

Sherlock put his hand out and stroked her face and then down her arm. 'I...I'm sorry Molly, you're right. I hadn't considered that. Still, I don't like to think of you being alone in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. Maybe you could move in here when you go on maternity leave and stay for the first few weeks with our baby until you feel confident about looking after him or her alone. That way we can make sure that either myself, Mrs Hudson or John is around when you start to go into labour.'

Molly nodded her head and smiled. 'Yes, that does sound good. OK, I will.'

'Great, then that's settled. You can have a look at the room tomorrow and let me know if there's anything else you need or want to change.'

He leant forward and pressed his lips against her own. 'Good night Molly.'

She smiled back at him. 'Good night Sherlock.'

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

The room was perfect. Molly could tell that his mother must have had a hand in the decorating and the choice of cot and bedding and she found herself excited to move in. They hooked up twice more but by the time she went on maternity leave her libido had dropped off a cliff and she felt so big and uncomfortable that she just had no desire for sex. Sherlock never pressed her on the subject and she started to sadly accept that maybe that part of their life was over for good.

Her due date came and went and Molly found herself grumbling to everyone she met about how fed up she was. She just wanted this baby out now. She was fed up of being huge, of having to ask Sherlock to tie up her shoe laces or pass her anything she dropped on the floor. Every twinge had her thinking that labour might be starting but each time they passed and left her disappointed and frustrated.

Sherlock was bearing the brunt of her ire and she knew he was starting to find excuses to be out of the flat though he always had his phone with him and promised her he would never be more than 15 minutes away by cab.

Finally, a week over her due date the two of them attended an appointment with her midwife.

The older woman chuckled as Molly expressed her utter frustration at still being pregnant.

'Oh my dear, it's not uncommon for the first one to be a bit reluctant to come out. Let me see you're 40 + 7 and it's Friday. Let's book you in for a cervix sweep on Monday if nothing has happened by then. If that doesn't work then we'll have to take you in and induce you by Wednesday.'

Sherlock leant forward. 'Is there nothing we can do ourselves to hurry things along?'

At this the midwife smiled and raised her eyebrows. 'Well you can play your part. Take her home, pour yourselves some wine...one glass won't affect the baby now. Order a curry and then have sex.'

She laughed at Molly's shocked gasp, then she turned back to Sherlock looking serious.

'And make sure Molly here is satisfied...orgasms can help to stimulate things and your semen will soften the cervix. Anyway, good luck to you both and here's hoping I don't see you on Monday.'

Molly knew she was blushing as she left the doctor's surgery. She glanced nervously at Sherlock's face to find him frowning. It didn't help her nerves one bit.

'Listen, it was only a suggestion. We could do the wine and curry and ignore the rest.'

His eyes narrowed and he looked at her puzzled. 'Do you not want to?' He continued when she opened her mouth to answer but couldn't seem to decide what she should say. 'Have sex with me that is?'

'I'm enormous Sherlock. How would we even manage it?'

At this he smirked and winked. 'I'm sure we'd find a way...well?'

She ducked her head. 'Let's just wait and see shall we. I can't even believe you'd want to.'

He chuckled. 'Just following the midwife's orders; I have to play my part. Come on, it will be a distraction for you if nothing else and it's not like I've had anything on since I wrapped up Lestrade's case yesterday. Shall I order your usual for 8.00?'

He took his phone out and she nodded. 'Ask for a small portion though. Bubs isn't leaving me any room in here for my actual stomach and it hurts if I eat too much.'

She took a nap when they got back to Baker St lulled to sleep by the sounds of Sherlock playing his violin downstairs...thoughts of him swirling around in her head. She still couldn't quite believe he'd be interested in sex with her at the moment, she felt and looked huge and he was still slim and gorgeous but at this point she'd do anything to get this reluctant baby out of her so it looked like they'd have to find a way.

If it's not giving away too much information I was given exactly that advice when I was overdue with my second son :). So, bar a little bit of curry, a little bit of wine and a little bit of sex it looks like baby Hooper-Holmes is on their way. Who's betting on a boy and who on a girl?