Summary:
Sherlock wakes up in Molly's bed again; they talk about the past until the inevitable happens.
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Soft breathing is heard from the other side of the bed as Sherlock's eyes open, sandy with sleep. He rubs them as he glances over and blushes, the events of the following night coming back to him. What had started out as kissing, had quickly (yet again) turned into more between him and Molly.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it or that he regretted it; he did enjoy it and he didn't regret it, but it made things more complicated between them. Especially now with the baby coming in a few short months.
As he watches her sleeping form next to him, he can't help but reach out and touch her. Gliding his fingertips over her bare shoulder, he smiles at how utterly soft her skin is. Without thinking, he leans close and presses his lips to it softly, trailing kisses up her neck to her ear. She moans lightly in response as her eyes flutter open.
"Sher...", she mumbles sleepily.
He's not sure why, but his name or even his partial name falling from her lips in the early hours of the morning makes his inner 'manliness' swell with pride.
"I am here...everything's alright. Just rest, Molly."
She holds her belly as she turns towards him with quite a bit of effort, her sparkling eyes looking into his. "I slept fairly well. I'm okay, no need to worry about me."
"I always worry about you", he murmurs before he can stop himself.
She blushes down her neck past the sheet, and he can't help but want to see again where it leads as he had last night. "Is that so?"
"You know it is, Moll."
Molly smirks and pulls him as close as she can with her baby bump, her fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck as she brings his lips down to meet hers. "Thank you for last night...as you know, these pregnancy hormones can get er...quite uncontrollable."
This time it is Sherlock's turn to blush, and he nods, his lips brushing against hers. "My pleasure. Quite literally Doctor Hooper."
She giggles and smiles up at him for a moment. "So is this like a...a friends with benefits sort of thing? I've never gone for that, but I don't know. With you everything feels right, even whatever this is. So I'm just going to enjoy it while it lasts because I probably only have a handful of hours left until...", she trails off, her expression becoming solemn.
Sherlock tips her chin and looks into her eyes. "Until?"
Taking a deep breath, she continues. "...until I lose you. I know you said that you will always look out for me and this child, but I know that if it's Tom's, which it most likely is, it will be hard for you to see past that to continue whatever we have right now. And I wouldn't blame you one bit, I hope you know that."
She watches his throat bob as he swallows thickly. "First of all, friends with benefits sounds horrific, so let's not call it that, regardless. Secondly, yes, I won't hide the fact that if this child is Tom's, it would be upsetting. But I know it wouldn't be upsetting only to me, but to you as well. I did mean what I said about being here for you. I'm honestly torn, Molly. My mind is telling me something important, and my heart is telling me something different. This only happens with you, and I don't want to make the wrong decision.
Stroking his cheek, she kisses him softly again. "I will give you the space to decide what you want. I don't want to rush you or force you into choosing something you're not comfortable with. I know you better than anyone, remember. Other than maybe your parents."
"Oh, you know me better than my parents I'd think", he smirks softly. "But thank you, you know that I appreciate how you handle me. I'm not the most...gracious or ordinary man to manage at my worst, or even at my best."
"Who wants ordinary? When have I ever enjoyed ordinary, Sherlock?", she grins. "My type is actually very extraordinary men, and it always has been. Though, I'll admit you're the only one who has fit that description up to now...", she says teasingly.
He raises an eyebrow then chuckles deeply. "I believe you've said that before. 'Maybe it's just my type'."
Her cheeks heat up and she looks at him sheepishly. "You heard that?"
"Yes, but I thought it best not to acknowledge. You were engaged, and if I had well...we could have ended up like this, and I wouldn't put you through that. You're a faithful and good woman."
Molly gapes at him a bit. "You were thinking about sleeping with me back then?"
"Not...actively. But I had thought of it before...in private. My mind takes a liking to imagining you."
Molly laughs and grins. "Oh it does, does it? So you've uhh...y'know...imagined me like that?"
Sherlock's face turns redder than she has ever seen, and he nods shyly. "I hope you don't find that knowledge inappropriate."
"I have to", she blushes. "If it's not obvious. You're on my mind a lot too."
Sherlock smirks a bit. "Well, that honestly just makes me want you again to prove to you how the real me is much, much better than images in your head. Plus, I must say you are much better in person than in images as well. Not the mention the feeling", he grumbles deeply into her ear.
Molly shudders and strokes the back of his neck and trails her lips down the side of his neck to his sweet spot, making him shiver and moan lightly. Moreso when she gently tugs his curls. "I want you again, Sherlock. Your presence isn't doing anything to tame my hormones. Not at all."
Sherlock groans and slips his hands under the sheet to stroke her still nude body, getting more turned on with every curve he caresses. "Molly..."
"Sherlock", she breathes out before their lips meet desperately, tongues colliding and exploring each other as they snog.
Within minutes, their bodies are moving together in a quick rhythm, deep and high-pitched moans emanating from Molly's bedroom yet again as the two relish in the feel of each other in the early morning hours, before both of their lives potentially change forever.