Something just a bit different. Irene interrupting and getting Molly Holmes all upset. Sherlock finally begs twice... RATED M PLEASE REVIEW
Molly was ovulating. Sherlock had tested her, kept the record. And he was making her favorite dish. She was going to have a long day at work, she had texted a complaint just a few hours ago about being dead on her feet. She had to pick up the slack of a man who didn't clean up last night, and in fact, called out of work today. Sherlock had already set things in motion for him to get his 'karma' as Molly likes to put it.
But he wasn't worried too much about her day so much as he was about the end of her day. He knew that she wanted a baby. They both did.
The had been married for an entire year. Some small ceremony they both enjoyed. Sherlock had gotten to dance with her, and that night, both annoying Molly and upsetting her at the same time, he had gotten a text alert. She had been shocked at the sound, they hadn't done anything more than dancing at that point, and The Woman had almost foiled the entire night for them, but Sherlock managed to salvage it. tossing his phone out of the room, making his new wife laugh and welcome him back into bed.
The next morning he read the message, didn't reply and left it alone.
Two weeks ago when Molly had an all nighter and was sleeping until past lunch he got another text. Wishing them a happy one year anniversary. He made sure she didn't see it, and they celebrated happily.
And now today, on the one day of the month that she might get pregnant he was nervous. He knew that she really wanted this, and he didn't want to face yet another false pregnancy test in a couple weeks. He wanted this month to be The month.
Molly would come in, see that he had spent most of the day cleaning, and cooking. She would sit down, have a glass of her favorite wine, eat dinner with Sherlock, and they would move things right into the bedroom. Maybe take a shower together, maybe just take one in the morning, he just knew that she loved to shower everyday, or bright and early the next day.
He had the plan of the night going and going good. She did come home, she did love the sunflowers he had asked Mrs. Hudson to pick up, and she said the roast smelled amazing. They sat and since she knew what he had done all day he asked her every question under the sun about her work. He had learned early on in their relationship that she can be interesting when she told the entire story, he just had to be patient and listen closely.
So, she sat and sipped her wine, telling Sherlock about the black lungs a student had thrown up on, laughing all over again and making Sherlock smile wider.
"Anything else happen with the students?" He asked as he took their plates to the sink.
"One showed a lot of enthusiasm. He kind of reminded me of you. So interested in death." She told him and he turned to look at her with a smirk.
"I think it is you that is interested in death, I am interested in finding out who made the person dead." He told her as he walked back towards her.
"Maybe... but he was tall, curly hair, lanky-"
"Hey. Because of you I have finally put on more weight." He told her and she smiled.
"Yeah, you have. They say that there is two reasons men and women put on weight in a relationship." She told him and he looked a little confused.
"I know there is content, what is the other reason?" He asked walking closer to her and she bit her lip.
"Depression." She whispered and she looked down and away and he knew what she was insinuating and he grabbed her around the waist.
"You, Little Molly Holmes... make me the happiest man in the world." He had her tight in his arms, and he started to sway with her.
Usually when they danced it started off with them just hugging or when he helped her up from the floor after her yoga. He was always the one to start it. He would pull her in, keeping her arms around his waist as his hands went to the small of her back. Not really perfect form, but he got to hold her so close a book wouldn't fall between them. And he would go through a melody in his head, making her dance to it. And she let him lead all the time, never once knowing the tune he was playing in his head. But she trusted him that much to make sure that it was something she could keep up with.
Usually their dancing would go on for a couple songs, and Sherlock would end with a waltz, making her giggle and laugh as he spun them both around and right into the bedroom. And tonight the only thing that was different was the fact that after one slow song he was spinning her right into the bedroom.
"I love you." She whispered and he smirked.
"I think I already knew that. And I think... just for this once... I will show you just how much I love you back instead of repeating it."
"You just did." She giggled at him and leaned back on the bed. He reached for the side zipper on her skirt, getting her out of it quickly, taking her leggings down next at a slow pace, making her watch.
She let him take off her flats and toss them towards the closet so they wouldn't get in the way. He moved up to her shirt, making her sit up as well. Once she was in her bra and panties he moved to take off her favorite shirt. He had showered before she got off and dressed in the outfit she loved the most. He tossed the purple shirt to the side, knowing she would wear it in the morning when she made their coffee. He moved his hands to his belt and she leaned back again, licking her lips.
She always kept her eyes trained on his hands, and he didn't know why but she always blushed hard when he was fully naked. Even after 2 years of having sex it never failed to amaze him, and he had to wonder if even in 30 years... would she still blush.
He dropped his pants, showing her that he had no underwear and she giggled and shook her head. "My, oh my Mr. Holmes, how inappropriate." She chided before he moved into her space, one hand going to her panties, pulling them down her thighs slowly with her help and his lips were working his way across her neck, going up and meeting her lips in short but sweet pecks before her little boy shorts from VS were far enough away that he could step up to her, spreading her legs and his hands went to the front clasp of her bra. Snapping it open and she got it off since they both knew that she was faster doing it that way.
She tossed it away as well, laying back like she knew he liked and just as he started to kiss towards her nipples, there was a noise, both knew she didn't make.
Molly pushed his head away from the top of her breast and gave him a look. "Are you serious Sherlock?" She asked before she twisted fully in bed, going for the shirt he had just taken off, going into the closet and he sighed and looked down to his pants. His phone was in the left pocket. The mood killer was Irene Adler's moan.
He cursed her life as he reached down, pulling his pants back up and going for the phone. He saw her number and clicked on the message.
We can always do other things besides Dinner. I have bigger lips and more supple breasts than that wife of yours. Come over.
Sherlock was just about to delete this message too when Molly snatched the phone from him to see the text and she shook her head as soon as she read it, now dressed in his silk robe before tossing the phone on the bed.
"I am taking a shower. Then I am going to sleep." She told him as she moved from the room and Sherlock felt all hope leave before he got the idea to message John for help.
I need your perspective as a married man. SH
Are you forgetting I am a widow Sherlock? JW
Of course not! But you must have had a couple fights with Mary when she would withhold sex right? SH
I do not want to be in the middle of this Sherlock. JW
It's Irene Adler. SH
She walked in on you and Molly?! JW
She might as well had. She messaged me and my phone was in my pants pocket. She got up and left the room. SH
What did she say? JW
She just said 'really sherlock' and left to get ready for a shower. Then she said that she was going to go to sleep after. SH
Did Molly see the message? JW
Yes SH
And she got a little upset I think SH
What should I do. She even locked the bathroom door and put on loud music so I can't just talk to her through the door SH
First of all, what did Irene say? Something about getting dinner again? JW
Actually she insulted Molly's lip size and breasts. SH
And I know she is still sensitive when it comes to that. SH
A little too much information about her feelings... but Molly saw this? JW
Yes! Like I said. She read the message and went to take a shower SH
What did you say about it? JW
She didn't let me say anything. She just turned and left. SH
Did you not tell Irene to bugger off? JW
That will just make her text more. Why do you think I have never replied? SH
I always thought it was because you weren't up with the flirting techniques. JW
Really John? It is because I was never interested. She is the woman with many lovers... why would that interest me even a little bit? Molly has always been the one I want. How and why would I flirt with anyone that isn't her? SH
Have you ever told Molly that? JW
She should know that. I married her! SH
Start by making sure she knows that. Then apologize for not getting Irene's number blocked and that sounds changed. JW
Apologize for what? SH
Good lord, not doing that when you started to date her! JW
Doing what John? You are making no sense. SH
Blocking The Woman, and changing that sounds! JW
Goodnight Sherlock and good luck. JW
"She still wants you to come over? Or are you setting up a time to go over?" He looked up at Molly's voice. Seeing her dripping wet hair and he gulped as she looked away from him. But he still saw the red rims of her eyes. She had been crying, and the music she had put on was just to cover it up.
"You know I never wanted her Molly."
"Do I? Because from what I can tell, you thought she was dead. You also saved her life and helped her go on the run." Molly said and he saw the slight quiver in her jaw and he walked closer to her.
"I was texting John and asking how to make it up to you. He said that I should apologize for not blocking her and erasing her moan."
"Yes, you should, but I don't expect it." She told him and while he moved to sit at the end of the bed and bring her closer, she stepped back. "I am going to get something warmer on." She told him before turning to the closet. Sherlock took his time, getting up and caging her into the closet.
"I have never thought about her that way Molly." He told her and she just sighed.
"Why not. I have small lips and breasts, and from what I remember of the dead woman you identified, she is plentiful in both categories." Molly asked as she pulled on a long shirt she had saved from her dads collection. She grabbed some sweats and started pull them up when sherlock's foot stopped it from going any higher.
"What do you want me to do?" Sherlock asked her and she sighed, taking her one foot out to turn to face him.
"I don't want to have to tell you when something hurts me Sherlock. You should know by now that I am insecure. You should know by now what will hurt me and what you should do to keep from hurting me in anyway. Including The Woman texting you and asking my husband for dinner because she wants to entertain you." Moly pushed at his chest a bit, wanting him to take his food off her sweats but he crouched down, picking her up by her hips, making her legs wrap around him and while she had to cling to him, he could tell she didn't want to be in his arms.
"You tell me right now what you want me to do. Do you want me to tell her off about how I love your small breast and how they will grow bigger when you carry our child? Do you want me to tell her that she might have bigger lips but yours are perfect? Do you want me to tell her that I have always found her floozy act to be disgusting and not at all a challenge. What do you want me to do Molly? You are my wife. You are the love of my life. You will carry my children. You carry my last name. If that is not enough for you, tell me how I can make sure that you are. Because I love you, with your perfect lips and perky breasts. And if I have to tell her off I will. Just tell me what to do." Sherlock begged and saw the sheen in Molly's eyes as he started his mini rant and she just sniffled. "Or do you want me to just block her and let her know that her invites are just bothersome?"
"What do you want to do?" She asked him, finally cracking down and letting him see that she wanted both versions.
"I will do both. I will ever tell her that she is bothersome before blocking her." He added, leaning in and giving her neck a hard suckle before going for his phone.
He sent her everything word for word, letting Molly hit send and then he showed her how he blocked Irene and when he went to set the phone in another room he came back to see her naked in bed, waiting for him. "Shall we get started on those children?"
Sherlock and Molly had a little Holmes 39 and a half weeks later.
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