Chapter 12

Her fingers moved against his chest, considering what he said, how he would do anything for her. And it was all very clear now. He had risked so much to help her get her daughter back. It was clearly his way of showing her he loved her before she or he even knew about these feelings. But the bunching of her shirt was about her neck, annoying her in the space where the earth began moving again and she decided to go ahead and take it off. It didn't matter. He had already felt her all over (Quite pleasantly) Why shouldn't he see her. She reached up, caressing his cheek.

"It's I who owes you whatever I can give you. I'm happy. I have my daughter, you, a roof over my head. I don't need anything. All I want is to show you how much you're worth." She said gently.

"I just, I don't want to leave this bed." She mused, reaching up to gently kiss his jaw, her head going into his hair as she pulled him against her body, the feeling of his dressing gown against her body was rich, the expensive fabric coupled with his body heat making her shiver with pleasure.

Body shaking Mycroft could not stop staring, Shay was nearly bare for him and it was by her choice, not to merely pay him back but because she wanted to. Wanted to? ... how strange it all was... smiling he pulled down her bra with his teeth and breath ghosting over her breast, careful to rolling his tongue around her. It pushed him to the conclusion that she be treated for once, this morning, this day, was for her. The arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her up to sit in his lap as his hands massaged up and down her back.

The shoulders blades jutted out, strong against the muscles built up over the years of criminal life. Just wonderful. Balancing carefully, Mycroft shed his dressing robe and draped it around her shoulders because he understood how much her body loved the fabric, her smaller fingertips had continuously caressed the material when not placed on his chest.

Shay didn't thinking she'd be this vocal in the bedroom, ever, as least when it came to saying anything because she liked what was happening, But the feeling of Mycroft's lips over her breast made her cry on in pleasure, her body feeling warmed by his heat and her own. As he pulled her up, she felt him touching her, giving smalls little moans and whimpers of thanks, even more so feeling the fabric of the dressing gown over her.

She put her arms through the arm holes, the dressing gown too big for her but she still felt as if Mycroft's arms were around her. She leaned back so her back was to his chest, reaching over to kiss him.

"My...Oh my...you're brilliant." She said, turning her upper body so she could see him, see his face while he touched her. She decided to turn around, sitting in his lap so they faced each other. She made quick work, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, nuzzling her cheek against his neck as she took off his jacket and shirt and spats, throwing them on the ground.

"Now we're even." She said, her hands feeling his bare chest gently, kissing him as she touched him everywhere, some parts of his chest her hands ghosting over the skin, some parts her fingers pressing on the hard chest. She detected his hesitation to this new position, seeing that they were chest to chest, their body heat mixing.

"It's okay." She encouraged. "You can touch me." She encouraged this. For emphasis she took his hands, feeling those gentle hands, thinking of how good they would feel like this. She placed his palms on her breasts, letting them cup her. She shivered slightly at his hands on her there but it felt so good. She put her mouth near his ear, leaving his hands alone. "See? It's okay. You won't break me." She said, pulling closer to him.

"I-... yes darling... my darling girl you are right," Mycroft said softly and chuckled lightly, "I had forgotten I was wearing the silly thing in the first place. But dar-" her look silenced his question to which he nodded and pecked at her lips. The blue robe was cascading around her like a waterfall and was a sight to see that Mycroft scooted back a bit to fully admire it. Smiling fondly he began to hold her again, letting her fall onto her back, but his left hand cradling her head with the pillow.

A small dare in the back of his mind pushed him to lick her chest, roll his tongue around a nipple and sliding it into his mouth gently. The other hand had been sliding in-between them, south her stomach and to past the navel, lightly tugging on the rim of her jeans.

"Darling... are you ok?" asking with concern and sincerity.

"Oh god, please... don't stop." Shay moved around, gasping as she felt him touching her, his mouth of her nipple sending shoots of pleasure down to her lower reigns, which Mycroft in her comfortable haze was asking to go to. She felt his hand against the rim of her jeans, squirming in pleasure, letting out a small gasp.

"Y-Yes." She said, getting up to look at him, admiring his body, half dressed in the dim light of the room.

"My god you're so handsome." She marveled, leaning on her elbow for support, one hand tracing down his chest, seeing the hard chest, down to the stomach, leading to a bunch of curls around the rim of his own pants, knowing where those led.

"Do-Do you want help? Getting them off I mean?" She asked, suddenly feeling very shy like she was a virgin all over again, though she was far from it. But with him, he was just so loving and gentle, just so unlike the others.

Air was sucked through his teeth as Shay's hand slipped down, becoming even warmer if it was humanly possible. Leaning over momentarily so his mouth was near her ear, Mycroft smiled.

"It's ok I know exactly what to do, Sherlock might be of high intelligence and flaunts it, though I think he forgets who his teacher is," he said as both his hands tugged the jeans off in one fell swoop, tossed once more to the carpet, "I know more, perceive more. I understand the pressure points, the small unnoticeable bit that are most... sensitive," an index finger slipped in and a thumb slowly massaged her clit.

Mycroft had removed his finger to trace over her again, but at the same moment there was her scent. Head bowed and eyes squeezed shut a small moan spilled out, glancing up to face her. Reading her face was like a book, the chest heaving, starving for air and gasping. Her eyes especially, the wanton look, shyly asking without needing to say a word.

Shay's eyes was squeezed shut, giving small moans and whimpers at his touch, trying to not thrash in pleasure. "Oh god...ahhhhhh" She let out, the heat between her legs building so much. She opened her eyes, looking down at him, one hand caressing his neck, one hand reaching over to unbutton his trousers.

"My... please..." She managed to gasp out, seeking permission for him to take off his trousers. She spread her legs more as he went on, begging for more as he looked on, giving him a full view of everything that her body was.

Never would he underestimate his dressing gown. Never. His hands pushed into her reach, shuddering at the friction and groaning. The way Shay said his name, then his nickname, and her tone of desire.

More so it was a special desire because she was asking for him, him of all people, and how- there is no how, you are thinking too much, stop it! Another inhale of her scent made him roll his head around, neck cracking with a satisfying growl. Mouth. Mouth! Leaning down his tongue mixed with hers, beginning to let go his decency and dignity. Shutting down the man of the government, the suit and tie gone. Hips rutting against her hand when he continued on with his fingers, exploring around for both their satisfactions.

"Please... Shay... dar-...d-... I can't!"

Shay made a soothing sound with her voice, feeling his fingers in a place she of so wanted him to go, trying not to buck her hips against him. Her hands moved off his trousers.

"Darling... If" She moaned, trying to collect herself.

"I'm sorry... just...ahhhh" She cried out feeling his fingers so wonderful against her. "My...please...if this is too far..." She said, arching her back. "I just...feels so good." She said, gasping but moving her hands up and away from his trousers, settling on his chest, tangled in the little amount of chest hair he had.

"I-I" She threw her head back, letting out a huge moan in pleasure. She decided to forget it, unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down as much as she could.

"Please... want.. you." She begged, feeling like she was so close, the ache between her legs begging for him

"Sh-shay!" Why was he still surprised? Maybe because the probability of him ever being with someone this fantastic was in statistical terms, unusual, below five percent and nearly impossible. But she was asking. Honestly, begging. But asking. True. Thinking My. Suddenly he was tripping out of his trousers, tangling in his hands before thrown violently away. Removing his hand, Mycroft used Shay to slick his head and mumbled a cuss in the process, hissing when he pressed at her entrance. Pausing to count to ten, he leaned down and kissed her softly, genuine.

"Shay, I love you and... thank you... whatever you say. Yes, then?"

Shay hissed at feeling him at her entrance, opening her legs to get even more, between her legs being slick, wet, and ready. She kissed Mycroft, breaking away from the kiss to let out small whimpers.

"My... Please... I won't break." She pleaded, her muscles tightening around his cock to show him how much she wanted him, throwing her head back to moan at the feeling of him inside of her. Something unintelligible came out of his mouth and with the proper consent began to carefully shallow thrust inside, everything was tight for him and her.

It took effort but it was an effort he was enjoying, how could this be considered work was anyone's guess. His hands continued to roam up and down her front, unable to decide where to rest them because Mycroft wanted to be everywhere at once. Finally his mouth ended up nipping at her neck, teeth nuzzling, and pulled away without breaking pace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" do not lose it, not like the hospital, this was moving beyond the hospital because it was for her, Shay. Shay meanwhile was in ecstasy, moving in time to his thrusts, letting out small moans and trying to say Mycroft's name.

"Oh god... so good." were the only coherent words out of her mouth, letting him thrust into her. She moved her hips a little so he would find a new angle, the new angle making her moan all the harder, her hand in his hair.

Finally she gasped feeling a flood of sorts coming to her, her orgasm crashing down, washing over her as she held on to him, screaming so loud she was sure someone would have heard it, slumping down on the bed, encouraging him to go faster all the more.

Each gasp was catching in his throat and the slightest tug of his hair nearly drove him over the edge, but wanting it to last longer. It could have been forever for them and neither would have a care in the world. Mouth crashing against hers Mycroft was grimacing and then pressing his forehead into her shoulder. One hand had been pushing her into the mattress and the other held her waist so tightly, a bit of nail digging in with each push.

Finally where clamp on him light his stomach on fire and the thrusting more erratic and loss of pattern. One more gaze locked their eyes and answered his last question, nearly screaming Shay's name into her skin as one last rut made him cum inside. Shuddering and muscles turned to jelly, Mycroft rudely fall on her, panting and hair in such a state. Did.. this... it did...yes it did, he had to keep reassuring with himself.

"We-well... you are a fantastic lover... god Shay," Mycroft managed to utter. Shay reveled in his hot cum inside of her, his body weight on top of her as well, She wrapped her arms around him, her hand in his hair, gently stroking him as she curled up, feeling the soft after glow. She had never made love to someone and enjoyed it this much. Hell, the only time she enjoyed sex was purely when she was alone. But this was amazing, the man over her so talented with his hands, such a good man.

"My god Mycroft you're amazing." She said, kissing him gently. Curled up to him, she never felt so safe, wrapped up in by his body as well as the luxurious fabric of his dressing gown. She pulled the dressing gown around her for warmth, weakly pulling over a blanket to cover Mycroft and her. She finally kissed his forehead, cradling his head on her chest.

"I love you so much Mycroft." She whispered, stroking his hair as he resting his head against her chest.

"Here darling," he soothed as he rolled on his back and draped his arms around Shay, running his fingers through her hair when she nuzzled into his chest. It took awhile before either of them could catch their breaths and calm their hearts to a steady pulse with the taste of salty sweat and Shay in his mouth. Trying to estimate how much time had gone by Mycroft noticed the food no longer appeared warm, the steam that had been curling up from the coffee mug was long gone. The lighting even shifted, so maybe an hour or so had passed and eventually he took some toast to nibble on, feeding a few to his lover.

"All I wanted was breakfast," explaining simply and started to laugh, "Now you have probably dirtied my best dressing robe too."

Shay chuckled along with him. her hand absent-mindedly stroking the soft down on his chest. She had groaned in pleasure, her leg over his, the robe contrasting against her hair in the noon sunlight, for a moment they looked like they both could be a portrait. She moved her head to look at him, kissing his jaw as he talked, noticing he had a tiny stubble from not shaving. She took some toast from him, nibbling at it calmly. The toast tasted like cardboard now that it was cold. But it was the most pleasurable place to eat toast really, laying next to him.

"Well you're the one who gave it to me. And my I say it looks good on both of us." She noted, cringing at the fluids they must have gotten on it. Oh well, Mycroft was sure to have a dry cleaner on staff, one would wouldn't spread rumors. She reached up, stroking his hair.

"But I can see why breakfast in bed is so popular if this is the end result." She joked, reaching up to kiss Mycroft's lips. She reached over to his chest, kissing the scratches she must have put on him when they were making love.

She shifted a little, pulling closer to him. "We should tell them we're still alive." She noted, not wanting to leave his arms. "We should both wash up." She said. 'But I don't want to' were her next thoughts, just wanting to stay there in his arms forever.

"I don't want to either," he answered her, reading her face, "No need to make them wait too much longer. I have the solution, just hold tight." Hugging the woman to him, he maneuvered off the bed and holding her bottom, brought her into the bathroom.

"Get my back darling?"

Shay grinned at him, climbing down from his arms. "Of course," She said, starting up the bath, leaning over to make sure it was the right temperature.