Hey guys! Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter.
This baby is (almost) pure Sherlolly, and later that night. These are the only two chapters that are this connected. Everything else, while within the same story and universe, won't be connected plots - just like pages in a scrapbook.
Enjoy!
"Dr. Watson, are you trying to seduce me?"
"Why, Nurse Mary, I believe I am."
Molly caught Sherlock rolling his eyes at the muffled giggles they heard through the thin walls of the modest guest bedroom. "I think it's cute," she playfully admonished. Both tired and a little unwilling to return to Baker Street after the exhaustive sex they'd had with their best friends, they were staying with the Watsons that night.
Her husband unashamedly on his knees, nude, ear against the wall, Molly smiled affectionately and hiked her borrowed night shirt before climbing into the bed herself. Thankfully there had been only one slightly awkward conversation that followed the evening's activities. She and Sherlock only ever used condoms due to a side effect of the pill, and neither had used one in the excitement. Fortunately, Mary was on the pill to regulate her cycle, and since that hadn't stopped Isabelle, John had a vasectomy a few months prior. In the end, they parted more than friends, though what that meant for their future, Molly wasn't sure.
The giggles had become the familiar moans of Mary's impending orgasm and Molly rubbed her thighs together, her arousal becoming evident as she felt it slicking her thighs. She turned her head toward Sherlock's groan and he was no longer listening at the wall. Sharp blue eyes focused intently on her, his prominent erection thrusting out from a thatch of ginger curls in heady anticipation.
"I love your smell," he began, positioning himself to hover over her. "The first time I tasted you, I sorted the smell of your desire in a folder I keep at the front of my mind palace. Every time you're turned on, I know immediately. Instantly." He lowered himself and sniffed at her neck before licking possessively. Molly shuddered, drawing in a quick breath as her pulse increased.
"Our olfactory sense is a funny thing, Sherlock" she started, knowing how he liked it when she lectured, "It links directly to our emotions in our amygdala and the memories in our hippocampus. That's why smells can bring such nostalgic memories to the forefront of our minds."
"Ah, Mrs. Holmes," he whispered in her ear, "you are being a very naughty girl right now." He took her lips hard, his hands squeezing her arse and his pelvis grinding into the vee of her legs. Molly moaned, teeth clashing before Sherlock pulled away, pushing her onto her side and positioning himself to cradle her from behind.
"Sherlock - you know we can't," she hesitated, just as he crossed his arms across her chest, cupping underneath her breasts and brushing her nipples, "Sherlock! Stop."
He halted, pulling away slightly, "This isn't okay?" His voice was sincere and a little worried, so she turned halfway to stroke his cheek.
"It's just - we don't have any protection…"
"Molly, my Molly…" he nuzzled her gently, "...I know." He renewed his efforts, his caresses.
"Sherlock - " she started again, but was stopped by a particularly adventurous finger between her cheeks, eventually spreading them, "Sher- Sherlock, do you want children?" she finally breathed.
"Yes," he answered hungrily, edgiing inside her from behind, "I want to see you pregnant with my baby," he growled into her ear as he entered her slowly, once again cupping her chest. "I want to see your breasts heavy with it." He suddenly stopped, fully seated within her, "And yes, I want to have children with you Molly. I want to start a family with the woman I love."
"Oh," Molly started, speechless with the gravity of the moment. Then he started moving again.
"Do you remember the first time I took you like this?" He began, one hand clenching her hipbone, the other teasing her nipple.
"Monaco," she breathed, then moaned deeply. Their honeymoon.
He rewarded her with a nibble on her shoulder as he rocked harder, picking up the pace only slightly, "Yes. We'd spent the afternoon in the market. I watched you, flitting from stall to stall, soaking in the warmth like a sunflower in spring." He paused again. "I wanted you more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life."
Molly turned her head, and with her hand in his hair, took his lips firmly. He was moving again before the kiss ended. Speeding up, Sherlock's hands renewed their efforts. She loved the way he felt inside her; hard and rigid, he brushed against parts of her she could never reach, causing her to cry out as her orgasm built deep in her stomach.
"I love the way you smell when you're about to cum," he panted, close to orgasm himself. "Sweet and musky at the same time. Cum for me Molly. I need you to cum now," he begged. It was only a few more thrusts before she obliged, screaming into her pillow, pulling Sherlock's hair as she clenched around his cock.
"That's right, yes, I want to cum inside you Molly. Can I?" She could tell he was holding back, but his restraint wouldn't last long.
"Yes, Sherlock cum in me please," he sped up again, clenching her hip even tighter - she was going to have bruises in the morning but she didn't care. Soon he was gasping in her ear, and Molly felt her husband's ejaculate running down her thigh, mixing with the sweat accumulated between their bodies.
As he inevitably softened and fell out, Sherlock pulled Molly closer, nuzzling her neck again. Soon they were both quietly chuckling as the adrenaline wore off. "That was amazing."
"Yes I was," he answered confidently, biting her ear. He pushed her onto her back, looking down into her eyes, all seriousness again, "Are you sure this is okay?"
"Well it's a little late now, Sherlock -" she started with a laugh.
"Don't make jokes, Molly." She sobered to match him.
"Yes, I'm sure. I think you'll make a great father. I can't wait to have your babies."
Sherlock Holmes smiled widely at his wife, kissing Molly happily.
