Chapter twenty-two: Yesterdays, today and now

I stretched and opened my eyes to find myself wrapped in Sherlock's arms. He smiled down at me and brushed a long strand of my hair back. "Good morning."

I smiled and leaned into his touch. "Morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very." I shifted even closer to him. "I trust you slept well as well?"

He nodded as he ran his hand down my neck, to my chest and then down to my stomach. "We appear to have slept for thirty minutes." My breathing hitched as he looked at me. "How do you feel?"

I smiled before admitting. "Loved." I knew he was asking subtly if I felt up for another round. Sherlock leaned forward and nuzzled my neck. "I feel loved."

He mumbled something ineligible before rolling me onto my back. I moaned and bucked my body against his. I felt his lips curve into a smile as he murmured into my ear. "God," his lips moved to my throat. "you're a passionate woman. Aren't you?"

I brought my arms up around his neck. "Only with you." he pulled back to look down at me as I brushed his cheekbone. "And I'm all yours."

"Believe me," he said as he leaned forward to kiss me again. "I'm aware of that."

I moaned as his lips touched mine. I didn't think it were possible for me to fall more in love with this man per touch, but I was, I was falling more and more in love with him with each touch. Our kisses grew more passionate and I wrapped my legs around Sherlock's waist as he began kissing my breasts. I moaned and stretched my arms against the head of the bed as Sherlock thrust deeply into me. It was slightly uncomfortable, but only for a moment. Both of us were so in tune with each other that we didn't realize that our bedroom door was opening.

However, it was Sherlock's ears that detached the sound and he instantly grabbed the blanket and rolled, wrapping me up in it. "Mycroft!" He shouted in fury.

I looked up over the covers to see Mycroft entering the room. Heat flooded my face, but I was grateful that Sherlock had managed to cover me up from my thigh up to my shoulders. The look on Mycroft's face was priceless. "Oh, for God's sake!" Mycroft groaned as he backed out of the room covering his eyes. "Sherlock!"

"Get out of here Mycroft!" He snapped. "Don't you knock!?"

"I did!" He groaned in disgust. "I'll never be the same again."

"Thank God for that! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. Mother is furious with you."

"What else is new?" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Tell my parents we'll be down directly!"

I somehow got past my embarrassment to shout after him. "And don't tell them what we… I want to tell your mother!"

"She's your mother now too," Sherlock remind me in a kinder voice before shouting at Mycroft. "Is that understood?"

"Yes," Mycroft's voice was much calmer now. "brother mine."

I laughed uneasily as I looked down at my perturbed husband. "Moron." He mumbled before flipping me back onto my back. "Shall we continue what we started before heading down?"

I shook my head. "Sherlock! We can't!" He leaned forward to kiss me. "Your parents are down-

However, when Sherlock kissed me with such a passion that I knew that I couldn't deny him. I don't think I could deny him ever.

10-15 minutes later,

I shook my head as I tied Sherlock's crimson robe around my waist. "I'm not sure about this."

"Come on." He said taking my hand and leading me towards the door. "We're simply telling them," he suddenly gripped me about my waist and lifted me up off the floor. "that we decided to stay married and then we're heading back up here for the rest of the day."

"Sherlock!" he set me down on the ground. "You can't say things like that!"

"Why not?"

I stared at him. "Because…it's not proper!"

"Oh, you mean it's not proper for a husband to say to his wife that he desires her in their bed so he can ravish her?" His tone, though a question was that deduction tone and he was making me blush all over. His hand parted the robe and gripped me around my bare hips, causing me to gasp as he pinned me against the wall. "Is that…what you mean? If so…may I remind you that it is the wife's fault for causing her husband to desire her so." My face grew more flushed at the tone in his voice. "If her body is so delectable, then she must be prepared to deal with the desire her husband wishes to drown her in."

I moaned and pulled away from him. "Sherlock, later, please!" I begged as I opened the door and hurried down the hall. At the mischievous look in his eyes, I bolted for the stairs. Sherlock let out a laugh and I let out a shriek. "Sherlock!" I made it to the foot of the stairs before Sherlock grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back against him. "Let me go!"

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" His mother snapped out in fury, causing both of us to look towards her. "Get your hands off her now!"

Sherlock's reply was instant. "No."

"Sherlock!"

"You can't tell me that anymore." Sherlock turned me so my back was against his chest and he held up my left hand, revealing my wedding ring. He smirked at her. "It's official now."

She blinked then shouted. "You what?!"

I laughed uneasily. "He asked me to stay with him and I said yes."

"This is for real?" She demanded as Mycroft and Mr. Holmes came out of the parlor behind her. "You two are going to have children and all?"

"Definitely." Mycroft said slyly. "Trust me, I estimate that Tammy will be expecting within two months from now."

"What the matter Mycroft?" Sherlock demanded as he sat down on the steps and pulled me into his lap. I chuckled in amazement as Sherlock pulled me against his chest. I shook my head as he lay back on the stairs, propping me between his legs. "Afraid that you're going to be an old maid?"

A giggle sneaked out of my mouth as Sherlock wrapped his hands around my waist. "God," I groaned as he ran his hands up and down my stomach. "you're bloody pleased with yourself aren't you?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You better be!" His mother threatened, shaking her finger at him. "Sherlock Holmes, you better swear to me that you married her because you love her."

I spoke up for him. "He informed me that he did. There aren't doubts."

"Well," Mr. Holmes said as he placed a hand on his wife's waist. "I'm glad to hear Sherlock that you finally decided to tell her how you felt."

I glanced at Sherlock sideways. "He almost let me go in the divorce court." He rolled his eyes. "You suggested it, so don't deny it!"

"Hey, you didn't press the issue." He pointed out.

"As I stated before-

Sherlock placed his hand over my mouth and looked up at his parents. "Are you three staying around here much longer? Tammy and I need to talk. We have so many things to do and I have so many things that I want to do to her."

I choked and look at Sherlock with wide, shocked eyes. "Sherlock!"

He turned his mother. "Do you want those grandchildren or not?"

My face flushed as she pointed towards the front door. "Out now! Both of you!" Mycroft protested, but followed begrudgingly. Mr. Holmes whispered something into Mrs. Holmes's ear causing her to laugh heartily in delight.

I shook my head as they shut the door firmly. "I am never, going to live-

Sherlock silenced me by kissing me on the lips. I moaned as he pulled me against him. I groaned as his hands found their way under my robe. I pulled away, only to be pinned on my back by him. He kissed me once on my lips. "That…was yesterday. This…is today…and now. I am yours and you…are mine. Remember that."

Lady Gisbourne 15: Yes, that last chapter was difficult, but I think I did a good job like that. I know, I debated about making Sherlock confess his feelings, but then, he is set in a different time period. If one were to compare how people were then to now, there is a stark difference. So I took a gamble on his emotions. I'm sorry to announce that there will be one more chapter after this. I will be doing either a Star Trek or Rambo fic. Rambo's kinda fighting it out in my head and the Start Trek is partly done. I'm bad on info, but I'm studying up on it!