Chapter twenty-one: To be wanted
I flushed and almost stumbled as he released my hand to give instructions to the driver and collect my hat. I bit my lip and nervously tried tucking my hair back into some semblance of order. Mrs. Hudson opened the front door and she stared at me in surprise. "Oh, Tammy, I wasn't expecting you to be back here. The case is over, isn't it? I packed up your bags like you asked me to do."
I felt embarrassed now. How was I going to explain why my bags would need to be unpacked again? "Oh. Sherlock," my mind scrambled for a reason. "wanted to show me something." Hands on my waist caused me to shriek and I spun around as Sherlock lifted me up from the ground. "Oh!"
He stepped towards the house. "Good day Mrs. Hudson. You can go home now."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "But," she stammered. "Sherlock. You two can't be alone together now that-
Sherlock opened the door and stepped inside the house. "Good day Mrs. Hudson."
"I'm going to tell your mother." She threatened him.
"Do!" he snapped. "She'll be ever so pleased."
I couldn't think of any words to say at his blatantly obvious wording. Mrs. Hudson stared at us in amazement as Sherlock closed the door and locked it. my hat fell from his hands and Sherlock moved quickly up the stairs, my heart pounded with each step that he took. I reached for the knob on our bedroom door, opening it as he moved inside. My heart began pounding as he gently set me down on the ground.
I trembled at the look in his eyes. He held onto my shoulders for a moment, fighting for control. He exhaled and stepped around behind me. my eyes followed him as his hands went for the buttons on the back of my dress. I inhaled deeply, forcing my pounding body to calm down as Sherlock undid the back of my dress. It was only when he eased my dress around my shoulders that I realized that I'd gone out this morning dressed only in my slip, drawers and corset, meaning I'd be virtually naked before him as soon as he helped me completely out of my dress. my face flooded as he released me and began to unbutton his shirt.
Slowly, I slid the dress down around my hips. I could feel Sherlock's eyes on me as I carefully stepped out of the dress. When I straightened up, the look in his eyes caused my palms to immediately begin sweating and my stomach to swirl violently. I held my dress firmly in my hands and turned to hang it over the nearest chair.
A sound from behind caused me to jump as Sherlock grabbed me and whirled me around. The dress flew from my hands and my hands landed upon his shoulders. I trembled as Sherlock paused instantly in place. I could feel the want pulsating through him as it pulsed through me. for some reason, in the back of my mind, I could hear my stepmother's cruel word spoken to me on my wedding day resonating in my head.
I tensed slightly and my gaze avoided Sherlock's. he reached up and gently stroked my cheek with those long fingers of his. He trailed them gently up my cheekbones, to twine his fingers in my hair. I shivered and gulped as he studied me carefully. I wanted him and he wanted me as much.
"I'm moving too fast." He inhaled. "I'm sorry."
I responded by timidly leaning forward and kissing him. I shouldn't have. It set off a chain reaction of kisses. Sherlock lifted me up off the ground, pressing me against his exposed chest. I whimpered as I grabbed onto his shoulders as his hands tightly gripped my waist. Slowly, my feet made their way back to the ground and Sherlock after several more kisses, regained his control and released me.
His eyes went to my corset stays. This particular corset tied in the front, I'd purchased it so I wouldn't need help on certain nights as I wasn't sure when Mrs. Hudson would be available to help cinch me in. Sherlock shook his head slightly as he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out his pocketknife. I jumped slightly as he placed the blade of the knife under the ties of my corset stays. With one swift move, the ties were severed by the knife and I gasped as the knife fell from his long fingers.
Sherlock's eyes shot heat that burned through to my soul as he gripped the corset in both hands, the knife falling from his fingers. "Never," he breathed out. "wear this again, in my presence." He pulled it from my body and I instinctively covered myself from his gaze. My slip left little to the imagination and it was morning, the curtains' weren't even drawn. His hands covered mine as he stared me down. "And never," he moved my hands away from my chest slowly. "hide yourself from me." He gripped my wrists loosely in his hands. "Understand?" All I could do was nod. He stood there, his eyes slowly taking in what he could see of me, the look in his eyes was almost too much for my trembling legs. He stepped away from me and went towards the main door of the suite. "Get into the bed." I hear he was forcing himself to be considerate for me, but the desire was there. "I'll close the curtains."
"Ok." My voice shook in my chest as I picked up my dress and ruined corset to deposit them on the chair. I smoothed my shift down around my fluttering stomach. I timidly sat down on the edge of my bed and began to remove my shoes. As I undid my final shoe, I looked up as Sherlock entered our bedroom; he closed the door, but didn't lock it. I trembled, watching him as he closed the curtains before he walked over to me, pulling the belt from his pants and depositing it on the floor. The light still streamed in behind the light curtains as he knelt beside me. he'd already removed his socks and shoes, I noted that when he reached for my stocking foot. He studied me carefully before rolling up my shift above my knees. I could tell by the way his fingers moved that he was making notes as to how I reacted to his touch.
He curled his fingers around the elastic, pressing a kiss to my knee, causing me to grab onto the edge of the bed as he pulled my stocking off. I clenched my legs together as he pulled the final stocking. He glanced up at me as he brought his hands under my knees and lifted me up onto the bed. I looked up at him as he removed his shirt and pants before getting into the bed with me.
I let out a moan as he perched onto the edge of the bed, studying me with a critical eye, placing as he slowly tugging the material up to my waist. His voice lowered to that reverberating pitch, causing my bones to shake. "I need to know what level of pleasure you're comfortable with. I don't wish to make our… belated wedding night awkward or have moments that you don't wish to remember."
He had drawn the material up to my knees and was now touching my silken drawers. His touch, as always, was electrifying to me. I stammered out. "I-I am fine with…whatever you do. I trust you."
His hand went to the waistline of my drawers and he drew them down my legs. I let out a strangled cry as he slid his hand down my exposed skin. "Your reactions…speak volumes." He then set my drawers on the ground, his eyes looking over my exposed body. He moved his hand between my legs and I jumped when he slipped a finger inside me, I instinctively clenched around him with a cry. Sherlock groaned loudly as he looked at me, his breathing quickening. "Dear God." The look in his eyes caused my chest to begin breathing rapidly. His voice was enough to almost undo me. "So wet and I've hardly touched you."
"Too much!" I cried out as my body began to shake under his touch. He smiled slightly as he withdrew his hand from me. he slowly moved his body so that he was on top of me. I smiled, a little awkwardly as he leaned forward and began kissing me. I shuddered violently as his lips traveled down to my neck.
"Touch me." He requested as he continued kissing me. I felt awkward as I reached up and touched his face gently. "Good."
"What," I asked in embracement. "what do…I do?"
Sherlock stopped kissing me and looked down at me. I was relieved to see that there was no judgment in his eyes. His voice was kind as he said. "Whatever you want."
I shook my head. "I-I don't know-
He silenced me with a kiss. "Trust me, whatever you do will please me." Slowly, I parted my legs and brought them up around his waist. His brow arched silently as he asked in a tight voice. "Are you determined….to make me lose control?"
I bit my lip. "Not intentionally."
"Then stop biting your lip! It drives me mad!" My heart jumped as he covered my mouth with his. Whimpers and moans began streaming out of my mouth as he worked his mouth against mine. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, my fingernails digging into his back. I didn't know I could cause such emotions to erupt from him, so soon and suddenly. I should have been frightened, but this was Sherlock, the man I'd fought with for weeks and had fallen in love with in spite of all the odds. We were forced to marry and yet, it seemed that we were destined to be together. We knew each other far better than it seemed possible.
Sherlock grabbed my slip and pulled it over my head, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. I cried out from the look in his eyes as he studied me before pulling me completely against him. It was then that our bodies touched together for the first time. I let out a moan as I gripped his forearms. I could feel his desire through the material and it set me on fire.
"Sherlock. Please!" I was tired of this constant teasing by him. I wanted him; I needed him inside me before my entire lower body burst from pure want. He ran his hands over my breasts, cupping them before placing a kiss to them. I couldn't stand it anymore and I pleaded. "I need you!"
"It's too soon." He shook his head. "It will hurt you-
"I don't care!" The utter want in my voice shocked him for a moment. I wasn't going to hide things from him anymore. My voice rang with passion as I declared. "I need you."
Sherlock exhaled and nodded. "Alright." He gently eased me on my back. He kissed me before removing his last remaining clothes and situating himself between my legs. I let out a small cry as I gripped his forearms tightly as Sherlock entered me, burying himself completely inside me with one thrust. It hurt as I expected it to, but it strangely felt wonderful, for me the pain meant that I truly had a husband and he actually cared for me. "Oh God." Sherlock's voice came out as a stifled groan. I opened my eyes to look up at him as he lowered his head to cover my mouth with his. "Why?" He asked as he kissed me again. "Why did I wait so long?"
I couldn't answer him. Not when my mind was asking itself the same question. I shifted my hips forward, asking him to continue and he did. He was gentle at first, carefully gauging my reactions, carefully looking for pain. However, once the pain had dissipated, I wanted more; I had wanted this for so long.
When I came, I came hard screaming his name in pure desire as Sherlock let out a roar of conquest. Society be damned! We were in our house, alone and we could be as loud as we wanted, free to express how we truly felt about each other and revel in the sensations that we felt.
Now, we were truly husband and wife. I lay there, panting from exhausted pleasure as Sherlock carefully exited me, but he didn't go far. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his bare body while his chin rested on my shoulder. His breathing was deep and even, his fingers were trembling slightly from the moment we'd just experienced. When he kissed me on my brow, it was then that the words that I'd been trying to hold back for so long slipped out of my mouth. "I love you."
The moment they did, my heart stopped. I looked at Sherlock, trying to gauge his reaction. He tilted his head to the side, looked down at me and spoke. "I love you too." I couldn't stop tears from leaking silently down my cheeks he pulled me towards his chest, pressing a kiss on my forehead. "God help me, I love you too."
I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. I didn't want to let him go and to my relief, he didn't let me go.
Lady Gisbourne 15: Ahh, sorry about the delay, I had to work. I've got job writing a script for an amateur Christmas show. I'm not getting paid or anything, but name will be in the program. I hope the passion was enough for you all.