Chapter 18

Sherlock entered the second room to the left of the hallway and kicked the door behind them. Along the short way from the living room to the bedroom, Molly and Sherlock had continued kissing, stopping only to get some air or to check they weren't about to bump into something, giggle like two kids, gaze in the eyes and then kiss again.

He set Molly down gently and she, reluctantly pulling away from him, looked around in amazement. The room was magnificent and well decorated in shades of white and dove grey. It was quite large and the lamps placed on each nightstand were the only source of lighting except for the glare of the fire lit in the large fireplace. It all gave the room an intimate and warm feel.

A small sigh escaped Molly as her eyes fell on the king size bed in the centre of the room. Sherlock smirked catching her expression and gave her a soft slap on her backside before walking over to the window and closing the curtains, "You sure this cottage belong to an old teacher of yours? This furniture is too modern in taste for an old lady" she stated sitting in the armchair by the fireplace to warm up a bit as she was completely naked.

"To be honest, actually it's mine" he told her, "Ours" Sherlock corrected himself stepping at a leisurely pace to her, "What?" Molly exclaimed, her eyes widening. Sherlock smirked again, as always fascinated by how her face lit up like that of a little child unwrapping a Christmas present when she was faced with something pleasant and unexpected.

"Mrs Ferguson felt homesick for her daughter and grandchildren and the last time I was here, she told me she had decided to sell the cottage and stay with them in Portugal. So I offered to buy it" he briefly explained standing in front of her, "Obviously it needs several renovations, both inside and outside. I just had time to have this room redecorated for our wedding night…we'll take care of the rest together, Mrs Holmes".

"Why?" she asked peering at him under her lashes as he poked the fire, "Why, what?" Sherlock asked back as he put the poker in its place and leaning nonchalantly on the mantelpiece, first deliberately running his eyes all over her tiny figure and then looking intently into her eyes.

He realized his mouth was watering and he was sure it was the same for her by the way she was looking at him. He could bet that both eyes were so dilated with lust no one could no longer distinguish the pupil from the iris. "Why did you buy it?" Molly asked specifically, supporting his gaze.

He looked damn gorgeous; messy hair, a glorious brazen-face. Molly's eyes defiantly lingered on his navel from which unravelled a thin strip of curly black hair which then disappeared inside his black boxers, made visible because the button and zip of his trousers had been deliberately left open.

Molly unknowingly chewed on her lower lip burning with such desire for him that her internal muscles clenched and unclenched. Shaken by the thoughts triggered by him, she gave a little cry of surprise at how close Sherlock was, "I bought it to become our little hideaway from London" he said tracing his finger on her left arm causing shivers down her spine, "Also, my parents live nearby" he kept on.

She frowned at his words, wondering what he meant and she was about to ask him when Sherlock knelt to the floor and gently placed his hands on her knees so to make her spread her legs, "When we come here for the week-end or at Christmas, we could take advantage of them to take care of their grandchild…or grandchildren, so that the two of us, Mrs Holmes, can practice our…exercises, undisturbed".

Molly looked at him in disbelief "What? Say it again", Sherlock smirked and leant to leave small wet kisses in the inside of her left thigh, "Do you think it's possible next year, these days, there is a little Holmes boy or girl who is crawling around Baker Street?".

"Seriously?" she managed to stutter as he kissed his way up the inside of her other thigh. Sherlock hummed in agreement and raised his eyelids a little so she could see, looking into his eyes, that he was sincere. Molly sat up in the chair "I'm on the pill" she said with her heart hammering in her chest both at the thought that he was going down on her, and at his proposition he wanted to have a child with her.

"Well, suspend it" the fingers of his right hand went up to trace the outlines of the chess symbol of the king of her tattoo, "You checkmated me, my Queen". Sherlock smiled sweetly "You make me feel things I didn't think I was capable of. You make me become aware I can have everything".

He cupped her face "My work, you, a family of my own". He captured her lips in a kiss where Sherlock poured all his love for her "God, Molly, you'll be the end of me", his mouth left hers to move along her neck and then her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple making it hard and then sucked it gently but firmly.

Molly couldn't help arching her back against him and twisted her fingers through his curls guiding him to her other nipple "For Christ's sake, Sherlock! I…I can't have this..." she panted as a low groan escaped her mouth, "This conversation now!", "Why not?" Sherlock teased her by kissing his way down to her already wet centre.

She rested her head on the backrest shifting her body slightly forward, pushing herself shamelessly towards his mouth. He paused for a moment making her snort in protest, and pulled back just enough to insist "Molly? Why not?" and smirked at her. Molly, rolling her eyes, abruptly sat up "You, bastard!" she addressed him with love and roughly pulled him to her and kissed him.

Sherlock stood up and held out his hand to her, and as they kissed passionately full of desire for each other he, in one quick move, picked her up. Molly giggled wrapping her legs around his waist as his tongue entered her mouth again, exploring her and making her moan. She cupped his jaw and looking intently in his deep blue eyes said with shaky breath "You have no idea how much I love you, husband".

Sherlock had meanwhile moved towards the bed and stopped when he felt the frame against his shinbones, "Oh, no! I think I have an idea…but still, feel free to show me how much you love me, wife" he replied, gently dropping her on her knees onto the mattress. Molly slipped her hands inside his boxers until she cupped his backside as she sensually sucked his lower lip. Then her hands pushed at his trousers and boxers but Sherlock had to help her push them down, releasing his hard-on.

Her hands delicately touched his chest, then his arms down to his thighs, as she pressed her warm lips to his belly and hips. Every single touch of her made Sherlock's body react, his muscles twitch, his breath falter, his heart pounded. He slipped the garments off his ankles and after throwing them into the chair by the fire behind him, Sherlock covered Molly's body with his own.

She steered him until they were both lying on their sides, facing each other. Molly wrapped him in a loving embrace tangling one leg between his and folding the other over his hip. Molly reached down between them and took hold of his hard-on as Sherlock's hips pressed against hers. She positioned him at her entrance and slowly slid him inside her.

They still for a moment, and when his eyes found hers, they started rocking back and forth at a slow yet exciting pace, "God, Molly, I love you so much" he whispered letting out a gasp. Their lovemaking was engaging and enveloping. Being intimately united, moving in unison was made more intense by looking into each other's eyes, caressing and touching each other, kissing, swallowing each other's increasing moans and little cries of pleasure in their mouths.

Sherlock's mind, although totally at the mercy of the physical and emotional sensations he was feeling, triggered a series of thoughts in him. Thoughts that reminded him for how long and how stubbornly and faithfully Molly had always been by his side, in his good days but especially in his darkest ones.

And how many times he had risked losing her, because of his fear or his taking her for granted, and more recently because of the real threat of his sister. Sherlock was overwhelmed by all this and held Molly tighter to him, increasing the timing of his thrusts, and she pulled at his backside urging him to go faster and harder.

It took very little for both of them to collapse into each other's arms, still touching, holding and kissing each other. When Molly's hand caressed Sherlock's cheek lovingly, she called his name with a gasp "You're crying!" she exclaimed testing the wetness between her fingertips.

He gave her a reassuring smile, quickly wiping away the remaining tears, "It's nothing. Don't worry. It's just…happiness" he whispered, lowering his eyes in embarrassment. Molly's heart swelled with love for that arrogant asshole of a consulting detective, who was finally now her husband, and with a conspiratorial smile she told him "Your secret is safe with me. Nobody will know you're human".

Sherlock snapped his eyes open and tickling her, he said "Even better…otherwise I should punish you!", she burst into laughter halfway between amused and excited at the thought of Sherlock's possible punishment, and reciprocated the tickle. They played and teased for a few more minutes before falling asleep, he spooning her.

Sherlock moved several times in bed and reaching out both left and right, he didn't feel Molly's body next to him. He rubbed his eyes and pulled himself up on his elbows. His gaze fell on a thin, pale beam of light that filtered through the slightly open curtain. Molly stood there in front of the window, naked.

He got up silently, grabbed one of the bed's blankets, threw it over his shoulders and walked over to her. Molly winced slightly when she felt two strong arms envelop her from behind "Morning" whispered her the baritone's voice of Sherlock, giving her a kiss on her neck and wrapping their naked bodies together in a warm blanket, "What are you doing up?".

"I was thinking" she replied, snuggling closer to his body, "About what?" Sherlock asked curiously continuing to kiss her on her neck, "Once the garden is well refurbished, we could place a swing over there" Molly explained pointing with her index finger to a precise spot on the lawn, "A slide there. A sandbox between the two, a playhouse on the left side, a little whirling carousel on the right and some spring game in the shape of animal".

She turned her head slightly to look at Sherlock in the eye, "Do you think that age-old trunk would be able to withstand the weight of a wooden treehouse?" Molly bit her lower lip aware that her cheeks were turning rosy, "I think Sean, Rosie and baby Holmes would have a lot of fun playing out here". Sherlock's mouth unfolded into a big smile that lit up his gorgeous blue-green eyes, "Molly…are you saying what I think you are saying?" she giggled turning to him and wrapping her arms around his waist, "Is your beautiful mind slowing down by any chance, husband?" she teased him.

"If it does, know it's all your fault, wife" he replied grinning and placing a finger under her chin so she looked him in the face, "So, do you agree with me? A baby? A baby of our own?" she nodded, her honey-coloured eyes on him, shining with joy. "Well then" Sherlock gave a distracted glance at the horizon, "From the intensity of the light and considering it's January, I think it's about seven thirty am", he leaned his head towards hers and captured her lips in a sweet kiss.

"I therefore deduce, we have enough time" Sherlock said kissing her again, this time more eager and hungry, "Before having to go to my parents for lunch" while speaking he moved Molly backwards. She looked at him with adoration, "And how are we going to keep busy in the meantime?" she asked pretending naivety, Sherlock nibbled her bottom lip and with a wolfish glint in his eyes he said "What about being a little naughty, Mrs Holmes?".

"Like this?" Molly asked reaching between his legs and taking him in her hand so as to elicit a hoarse groan in Sherlock who dropped the blanket on the floor, picked her up and leaned her back against the wall, "How about this?" she threw her head back, her breath heavy "Definitely better, Mr Holmes". Sherlock smirked cupping her breast "The game is on, Mrs Holmes".