Summary:
Sherlock finds himself yet again completely enamored with Molly...and her pregnant body. In the clarity of the afterglow, he realizes what he wants for his future, and decides to make the decision final.
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Warmth wafts through the nice house on Sunflower Lane as the stars twinkle above, dusk setting in, replacing the day with the night. Soft plumes of smoke swirl into the chill of the air, coming from the fireplace inside.
Inside the home, a Belstaff and puffy coat lay scattered near the front door with matching scarves. Damp footprints scatter the wooden floor, one set going forward and one set seemingly moving backward down the hall, the prints still drying out, remnants of two people caught in a passing rainstorm.
The footprints stop abruptly in front of Molly's bedroom door; her closed bedroom door, where moans of pleasure escape the bad insulation of the walls.
Past the door are two lovers under a thin blanket, making love as if the world would end in mere moments. The desperation, the excitement, the connection, and most importantly the love that they share, all coming together in the moment.
Spent, they both lay side by side, breathing erratically. Molly looks over at him and Sherlock turns towards her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Was that satisfactory for you?"
Molly laughs and clings to the sheet barely covering them. "You ask the weirdest questions after sex."
"How is that weird?"
"You make them sound posh, like we didn't just go at it like animals", she snorts, beginning to giggle.
He chuckles deeply and shrugs, stroking her arm gently. "You never answered it though."
Molly smiles and leans up, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Yes. It was more than satisfactory. Thank you."
Sherlock smirks proudly and pecks her lips back, settling back into the pillow. "You don't have to thank me however, I enjoyed it just as much."
"I know, it's just a habit", she blushes.
"You're in the habit of saying thank you for an innate human need where both parties mutually agree?"
Molly blushes more and covers her face. "No? Yes? Maybe...well, I say thank you because I know you're mostly doing it for me because of all these hormones. I swear I'm not the type to jump anyone usually", she mumbles, embarrassed.
They had been coming back from buying a few baby essentially when they got caught in a sudden downpour as they raced from the cab into her house. Once inside, they had a bit of a moment, catching each other eyes as their hair dripped rainwater down their faces and onto the floor. That's when Molly had crashed her lips against his quite insistently and he had eagerly given in, carefully walking her backward to her bedroom as they shed their coats and scarves. Once in her room, the rest of their clothing came off fairly quickly.
"Molly, if I hadn't wanted this as much as you did, I would have told you so. I did. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. Plus, I know basic biology. You're an even-tempered woman most the time, and pregnancy needs are very much heightened. I understand that. Especially when I see you trying to make a pickle and jam sandwich...", he crinkles his nose in disgust.
"Mmm that was amazing", she laughs. "At least the baby liked it."
Sherlock scoffs and gently strokes over her large (and still growing) baby bump. "Hello, daughter. Please refrain from making your mother eat such disgusting combinations. Sincerely, your father who can't stomach the sight."
Molly giggles again and grins softly at Sherlock attempting to talk to their unborn daughter. "Sherlock, you can just talk to her without it sounding like you are penning a disgruntled letter."
He huffs and kisses her stomach. "Your mother doesn't like how I try to talk to you. Maybe this is better? I clearly have much to learn, but I'm trying my best for someone who isn't categorized as ordinary."
Looking up at Molly softly, her fingers gently stroke through his curls, and he hums in pleasure, worriedly but also blissfully aware of how sappily domestic this is.
Sherlock rests his cheek on her bump for a moment before kissing it again momentarily before trailing more soft kisses up her body along the curve of her breasts before drawing a nipple into his mouth, working it with his tongue and lips as she moans his name, tugging at his hair a bit.
He grunts pleasurably before popping off, giving the same attention to the other breast, noticing how much larger they have gotten since their child has been in her womb.
"Sh-Sherlock", Molly moans breathily, feeling herself getting turned on again. How can she not when his gorgeous mouth and... oh god, now his hands...are working her body like a perfectly melodic violin piece?
Molly tugs his hair, moving his face to her own and kissing him hungrily, their tongues dancing together, battling for dominance. Once they need air, Sherlock pulls away and kisses down her neck, stopping to suck a small hickey onto her sweet spot, eliciting a needy moan from her. He can't help the response his body has to her moans. It's quick and automatic; his prick gets harder than it ever has been in his life, university included.
Sherlock positions his lean body over hers again as he kisses her desperately, ignoring the slightly odd angle as the bump brushes against his own stomach between them. Sherlock can't help himself from smiling on her lips, silently enjoying every second of however long this side of their relationship lasts.
His eyes are like swirling blue and green flames as he searches her deep honey cocoa brown ones. His erection is yet again standing at attention as he positions himself near her slick entrance. Molly nods and pants in anticipation as he grinds against her, shivering and murmuring her name in pleasure. Her head falls back onto her pillow again as he enters her with ease, her core dripping with arousal. Sherlock moans as he begins to rock into her slowly at first, and then quicker, more desperately.
Molly squeals his name girlishly in pleasure as he hits all the right spots within her. Sherlock grunts and moans with every movement, her core providing the most perfect friction on his cock.
As they rock their bodies together building towards the edge, Molly squeaks and moans his name over and over, gripping his back and dragging her blunt nails down his back. She wraps her legs loosely around his waist as he gets faster and harder, pounding into her with unadulterated need to the hilt.
Once he feels her crashing over the edge, he allows himself the release as well. Molly squeals his name loudly as she orgasms hard, trembling with the force of it as Sherlock's own orgasm comes to a peak and he releases inside of her. Molly gasps with the feeling of his orgasm hitting the walls of her core. For a moment neither of them can form a coherent sentence. They can barely catch their breath as a wave of pure ecstasy washes over them in the afterglow. Sherlock carefully pulls out of her and falls onto the bed beside her, his body still humming from the pleasure. Molly's body trembles lightly still in response to her own release.
She scoots over weakly, and Sherlock holds her close, nuzzling her neck as he begins to feel fatigued. For a moment John's words from the other day ring in his head, how he has the choice of breaking her heart and leaving her unguarded or succumbing to his heart and being close but aware, able to protect her and their child.
Molly's eyes slip closed as she plays with his fingers as his hand rests on her belly absently and protectively. "Mm...Sherlock...", she mumbles sleepily.
"I'm here Molly", he whispers, kissing her neck. "I'm not going anywhere. Not now...not ever."
Molly blushes and opens her eyes to look at him, unable to prevent a yawn from escaping her lips as she looks at him lovingly but unbelieving of his words until he finishes his spiel.
Sherlock gently drags a thumb across her cheek and her lips as he begins to speak again softly, choosing his words wisely. "I've made my choice, and my place is here. With you and with our daughter. No matter what comes, I know I can handle it if I have you two in my life. It's a new chapter, and one that I don't want to explore without you. I've gotten attached to what we have, and I find that I never want it to end. I want to be an improved man."