Chapter 17

Sherlock without saying a word, but with a charming smile and a look of childish happiness, took off his Belstaff and jacket, laying them both on the back of a kitchen chair. Then with affected slowness, he undid the bow-tie along with the first two buttons of his white shirt, and then rolled up the sleeves.

With a hint of a dance step, Sherlock was next to her again, pinning Molly between his body and the table, "Get ready, Mrs Holmes" he said nibbling her earlobe eliciting from his wife a soft moan. Molly started to interlace her fingers in his black curls, but Sherlock grabbed her wrists, "Behave yourself, Mrs Holmes" he scolded her playfully, "Hands off…" he said walking towards an old record player, "For the moment" he specified by winking at her and turning his attention to a stocked collection of old vinyl records.

Sherlock rummaged through the various records before pulling out one and exclaiming with satisfaction "Found it!" and then hurry to make it play. Initially the stylus scratched on the vinyl but then a slow and seductive melody invaded the room designed to be half kitchen and half living room.

Sherlock held out a hand to Molly who couldn't help but notice how bright his eyes were and how wide was the smile he was giving her. She had never seen him so happy and relaxed and the knowledge that she was the cause made her heart almost burst in her chest.

He was so handsome, so irresistibly gorgeous and she hardly believed he could be hers. It seemed to Molly that she had lived a dream in the last few hours, but it was enough for her to look at the gold ring that stood out on her finger, to prove to her that she really was now Sherlock Holmes' wife.

Molly took hold of his husband's hand and Sherlock pulled her close as he sang the lyrics in a whisper in her ear, brushing her neck over and over with his lips, "I'd tried so not to give in, I said to myself this affair never will go so well, but why should I try to resist when baby I know so well, I've got you under my skin" hummed he softly while guided her in the steps.

Molly looked up at him smiling and beaming with joy, "Did you choose this Sinatra's song on purpose?" she asked wrapping her arms around his neck. Sherlock chuckled as he hugged her and stroked her bare back with both hands, "Its text fits me. I tried to keep you away for fear of putting you at risk, for fear that you would want to change who I am".

Sherlock made her turn so that her back touched his chest, "And I tried in every way to push you away. I used you, I manipulated you, I humiliated you, hoping to hurt you to the point of making you run away. And yet you were always there, by my side" swinging to the beat of the music, Sherlock had pushed Molly in front of the long mirror placed between the coat rack and the front door.

"So I changed my strategy. I treated you like a friend, a friend to whom you confide everything. Like how embarrassing you find her boyfriend. Or how excited you are to have a girlfriend, fake by the way. Showing how low you can fall to solve a case, such as using drugs. My worst…indeed no, the worst of my worst. All to show you that I was not the right man for you, that I was not the one you would have wanted by your side in your life" he hugged her tightly and placed sucked kisses on her shoulder.

"But in spite of all this, you were always there, by my side", Molly was almost breathless when she looked back at him through the mirror "I would never give up, Sherlock. At the cost of keeping my love for you hidden in my heart forever", she traced her fingers along his arms "I saw you…I see you, Sherlock. And I would never, ever want to change you. You would no longer be the man I fell in love with. The brilliant detective, the insufferable bastard with a bigger heart than he wants to show".

He rested his chin in the hollow of her neck, "I know, Molly. Now I know. You made me better without denaturing me" both smiled and met their eyes in the mirror, "That's why I hastened our marriage. We no longer have the age to waste time in courtship and things like that. We know each other too well…that doesn't mean I won't woo you" Sherlock whispered nuzzling a spot under her ear.

"Speaking of which" he purred placing an open-mouthed kiss on the back of her neck, "I can never apologize enough for saying that your mouth is too small, because I actually like to kiss your lips. Specifically" Sherlock put his hand on her jaw, "I love nibbling and sucking your bottom lip in my mouth" he added making her turn just enough to prove to her what he had just said.

She moaned into his mouth and leaned back into his body, "Just like I must apologize for saying your breasts are too small" he whispered reaching out to undo the clasp of her top dress letting the two pieces of cloth fall on her hips. Molly lowered her gaze to the ground swallowing hard, "They are perfect. They fit in my hands" and so saying Sherlock cupped her breasts fondling them.

Surrounding her breasts with a single arm, Sherlock proceeded to unzip her dress and drop it at her feet, leaving her in pearl grey Brazilian knickers and hold-ups. Molly stepped out of the dress without ever looking up from the ground and brought both her hands back, to Sherlock's butt, "Look at you, Molly. Look how beautiful you are" he mumbled intensely in her ear, his voice deeper than usual with arousal.

Molly softly groaned grinding her hips against his, perfectly aware how much affected he already was, but unable to look at herself, half naked, reflected in the mirror, "You told me I make you feel a naughty girl" and in saying this, Sherlock took her hair to its length and wrapped it around his hand, gently pulling to make her head rest against his chest, "Is it true?" she nodded moistening her lips.

"Well then, you mustn't be ashamed of your nudity. Never", she let out another moan but still kept her eyes closed "Molly, trust me. Look in the mirror", she felt his other hand spread across her belly "You are so beautiful… and sexy. Your lips parted, your fast breathing, your hardened nipples, your flushed complexion and… oh, my God, you're holding your thighs tight", Sherlock's breath, panting and hot, gave her goose bumps.

"Open your eyes, my love. Look at you. Look at us" he said in a velvety tone and she sensed he was smiling against her skin, so Molly took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes looking at their faces reflected in the mirror. She quivered when he slipped his hand into her knickers to caress her nest of curls, "What do you see, my love?" asked Sherlock looking for her eyes again in the mirror.

Molly swallowed and slowly watched the entirety of their figures. She had to admit Sherlock's description of her fit her perfectly and in addition he was right in saying she was beautiful because that was how Molly felt when Sherlock hugged and touched her like that.

"Me. Molly Holmes", she replied in a whisper savouring for the first time the sound of her own name along with her new surname. Sherlock got rid of his shirt, undid the button and opened the fly of his trousers, going around her to stand in front of her, "And aren't you beautiful, Mrs Holmes?" asked him, staring intently into her eyes.

She nodded bewitched by Sherlock's eyes, blue with hint of green, "I love you, Mrs Holmes" he nuzzled on her nose cupping Molly's jaw to capture her lips in a growing passionate kiss. He knelt down and with self-imposed calm Sherlock began to slip off her hold-ups. When her legs were bare, with his fingertips he brushed Molly's skin from her ankles to the inside of her thighs where he placed two light kisses, making her throw her head back and moan loudly as her hands moved to his shoulders to help her balance.

Her cries of pleasure were music to Sherlock who looked up at her with the smuttiest smile Molly had ever seen on his lips that she felt her stomach squeezed in response. She slipped her fingers between his messy curls and pulling just enough to get his attention, Molly claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss so that their tongues danced for domination. Meanwhile Sherlock hooked his thumbs along the elastic band of her knickers and pulled them down on her legs, helping her to remove them.

Without hesitation Sherlock buried his nose between her legs, deeply inhaling her scent. Molly held her breath and her eyes flipped to the mirror where, seeing their very much erotic reflection there, she could not hold back a groan and bit hard her lower lip.

"What do you need, wife?" Sherlock asked in a deeply husky voice noticing where her eyes were. Molly looked down at him and holding his sinful gaze, she leaned over to whisper in his ear, in the most mellow way possible, "You, husband".

Sherlock grinned happily and pulled himself up as she took hold of his trousers by the waist. Their lips collided halfway and as Molly opened her mouth to his, he slide his hands around her back pulling her closer to him. He moaned hoarsely in her mouth as her breasts rubbed against his bare chest. The kiss stopped just to catch their breath and Sherlock's hands moved over her skin until he firmly held her backside.

Molly gasped feeling him hard against her core, "Oh, God, Molly…I want you so much" he said and bent down to take her in his arms, bride-style, eliciting a squeal of surprise in her. She crossed her arms behind his neck, entwining her fingers in his hair and kissing him again as Sherlock carefully moved towards the sleeping quarters of the cottage.