Fully Alive

Chapter Eight

A/N: Sex warning. In case anyone wants To know.

"I can see you."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows as Vivienne reached out to touch his face.

"You're so beautiful." Vivienne whispered, before blushing. "I mean, very close to what I pictured in my head, just... better."

"Well, this certainly trumps what I had planned for today." Sherlock stated, but couldn't hold back his smile as he looked at the amazement on Vivienne's face.

"Why? What did you have planned?" Vivienne liked around the room in awe, taking in all the features it had to offer.

"You know what? Get dressed. This may actually improve my plans."

Vivienne furrowed her brow but followed Sherlock off of the bed and to her suitcase. She got dressed quickly and walked into the bathroom to fix her hair. She came out to see Sherlock finishing the last button on a deep purple dress shirt. She watched in wonder as he tucked it gracefully into a pair of blue jeans.

"I like that shirt." Vivienne laughed as Sherlock jumped at the sound of her voice.

He turned around and smiled. "Good. I'm glad. Are you ready?"

"Where are we going?" Vivienne asked as she pulled on her coat.

Sherlock reached for his own coat, but thought better of it. "It's a surprise. You'll see."

"I will!" Vivienne chirped, taking Sherlock's hand as they walked out of their hotel room.

They walked hand in hand down the streets of the quaint village where their hotel resided for a while, with Sherlock taking a very calculated route, until he stopped next to a large building and looked up at it. He glanced expectantly at Vivienne and smiled.

"Is this it? Where are we?" Vivienne looked up at the building with determination, wanting to figure it out on her own. "A church? Sherlock, what's going on?"

Sherlock turned to face Vivienne. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh, god, Sherlock. Funny." She began laughing but stopped when she realized he wasn't joining in. "Oh, my gods. You're serious. Sherlock... No. I- I can't do that."

"That's not exactly the response I was looking for." He sounded almost sad. "Do I need to get down on one knee? Do it properly?"

"If you had asked me this and I didn't only have a week left with you, you might have gotten the answer you wanted. But this... if I married you, I'd want everything that came with being married. Living together, possibly a family, growing old together... We can't do that in a week. I'm sorry, but it's not fair."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for assuming that you'd go for this. You're right. It isn't fair. But I couldn't leave in good conscience without trying. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, however short or long that may be. If I die while I'm gone, I want to die knowing I married you. I won't promise I'll make it home, because I'm not entirely sure I can keep that one, but in the event that I do, I will try to give you everything you want. I won't be perfect, you know that, but I will try my hardest."

Vivienne thought for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes!" Vivienne laughed. "I don't have anything to wear, though!"

"You do. It's upstairs waiting for you. Don't worry. I haven't seen it. I had Kati pick something out and I sent her the money to order it. And I also have her on standby to Skype in so she can watch the ceremony." Sherlock looked pretty proud of himself.

"How are we supposed to do this? You're technically dead."

"Sherlock Holmes is dead. William Holmes, on the other hand..."

Vivienne grinned. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"You underestimate how much I want this."

"Apparently."

Vivienne's eyes widened as they walked into the church.

"Your dress should be upstairs in the first room on the right. I'll meet you back down here in half an hour."

Vivienne placed a small kiss on Sherlock's cheek before turning and leaving him behind as she ascended up the stairs. She found the small room holding her dress easily enough and smiled at what Kati had bought for her. A white lace, long-sleeved crop top that stopped at her waist and a white satin maxi skirt that sat on her waist just beneath the crop top. Very boho and very Vivienne. A pair of white lace, peep toe Louboutin's with tiny bows at the front sat on the floor and a headband made of small, white and purple flowers, in lieu of a veil, sat on a desk next to a bouquet of dark purple flowers. Vivienne hurried to get dressed, thankful that she could see what she was doing and that she would actually get to witness this day instead of trying to imagine what everything looked like.

Thirty minutes later, Vivienne stood at the end of the aisle staring down at Sherlock, who had traded his jeans for a tux. She laughed to herself when she noticed he had kept on the purple shirt. To Sherlock's left, was an open laptop, pointed towards the pulpit. Somewhere above her, an organ began playing the Wedding March.

She took her first step and had to remind herself to breathe. Even though she was taking her time, she made it down to Sherlock faster than she anticipated.

"Hello." Vivienne said quietly, blushing.

The Reverend began talking, but Vivienne couldn't hear a word he was saying. She was too transfixed on Sherlock's eyes.

"Do you, William, take Vivienne to be your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, good days and bad, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live?"

Sherlock smiled his half-smile. "I do." He fumbled slightly pulling a diamond ring out of his pocket. He slid it onto Vivienne's finger. He pulled out another and placed it in Vivienne's hand.

"Do you, Vivienne, take William to be your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, good days and bad, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live?"

Vivienne grinned. "I really, really do." She put the ring Sherlock had handed her into his finger, shaking slightly.

"You may kiss your bride."

Sherlock stepped forward, out his arm around Vivienne's waist, and kissed her deeply, dipping her down in the process.

A "woohoo!" came from the direction of Sherlock's computer and both Vivienne and Sherlock chuckled as they stood up.

"I love you, Mr. Holmes."

"And I love you, Mrs. Holmes."

Vivienne walked out of the bathroom in nothing but an open robe, towel drying her hair, to see Sherlock lounging on the bed in just his pajama pants.

"I could get used to seeing that." She grinned. "You realize you're pretty ripped for just being a consulting detective. It's not normal."

Sherlock looked down at his torso and shrugged. "It's not like I did it in purpose. It just sort of... happened."

Vivienne sat down on the edge of the bed next to Sherlock. He stuck his hand out and ran his hand up her thigh, over her hip bones, and began rubbing his fingertips lightly over her bare stomach. "I was thinking while I was in the shower. Don't- don't get mad or anything, but... after today, how can you still leave?"

"Because I have to. Moriarty, he got what he wanted. Me, dead. Well, kind of. But I don't trust him. Just because he's dead, doesn't mean that anyone who worked for him won't still come after John or Mrs. Hudson or Lestrade. Or even you or Molly. To keep you all safe, I need to do this. I need to disassemble this web he's created. I need to keep you all safe. Besides, everyone thinks I'm dead. I can't pop back up now. At least, not yet. Vivienne, darling, we talked about this. You agreed to this."

"Well, I'm starting to think it was a mistake." Vivienne shot back.

Sherlock pulled his hand away like he had been burned. "No- no, don't say that."

"I get to be married to you for six days and then you're gone. And I don't know if you'll ever be back. I can't tell anyone I married you. I don't get to play house or have a family with you, not right away. And possibly not at all. I get to worry. And every time the phone will ring, I get to dread that the person on the other end is Mycroft, telling me that you're gone for good and that I really never will get any of that. I get six days of what? Honeymooning and sex? That's great and all, but is it worth it? Is it worth all the worrying I get to endure?"

"No, it's not." Sherlock raised his hand up and cupped Vivienne's cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. "It's not worth the worrying. Or the heartbreak I'm putting you through. You said it yesterday. I'm selfish. I did this for me. I couldn't go to my almost certain death knowing that I hadn't made you mine." One of his thumbstrokes wiped away a falling tear. "But I also did it because I love you. And if I die tomorrow, or 50 years from now, I want to die knowing that you didn't doubt that for a second."

"Then, I'm selfish, too. Because I'm afraid that if you go away again, my sight will go with you." Vivienne sighed. The look on Sherlock's face told her that he didn't understand.

"You think I'm the reason it came back?"

"I know you are." Vivienne took a deep breath, preparing to explain herself. "After my... accident... everything was a little worse that it is right now, blurry but I could see colors. I was afraid. And it took a couple years, but I finally stopped being afraid, but my sight wasn't getting better. And I had just resigned myself to the fact that I was crazy and I was going to be blind for the rest of my life. When I met you, everything was finally starting to go dark. Colors were muted, people hadn't had facial features in years... But meeting you, it gave me hope that there was still good in the world. My grandfather was set for execution, the men who kidnapped me were in prison. You were like a beacon of light in my darkness. And then you left. And it started getting worse faster than it ever had. I had good days and bad days. On the bad days, it was almost pitch black. Good days, various shades of gray." Vivienne stopped for a moment. "Spending last night with you... the world made sense again."

"Vivienne-" Sherlock began.

"I went outside today and I saw the sky, more clearly than I've seen it in 20 years. I don't want to lose the sky again."

"Is the sky a metaphor for me?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

"Yes and no. I don't want to lose the sky and I don't want to lose you. You may not understand this, but you're my second sky." Vivienne breathed in deeply again. She could feel tears welling up. "You're my hope."

"I understand. I think I do, anyways. Vivienne, I will always be there to be whatever you need me to be. I can be your hope, even if I'm thousands of miles away. You can always have hope. I believe in you."

"And I believe in you, Sherlock Holmes. Always have, always will."

"Don't let it go dark because of me. As long as you believe in me, you'll anyways have the sky."

"I wish I wasn't the only one who knew you like this." Vivienne closed her eyes, causing more tears to spill out. She placed her hand on Sherlock's. "I wish more people knew just how human you could be. That you aren't a robot."

Sherlock chuckled. "So they could see that the Tin Man has a heart?"

"Yes. And that the Tin Man is a kind, compassionate, beautiful human being." Vivienne opened her eyes and gave Sherlock the smallest of smiles. "If these are our last days together, I want to make the most of them. No more crying, no sadness. I want to lay in bed all day with you and make love or talk or just stare into those amazing eyes of yours." Vivienne's smile widened. "One day, I'll be able to shout from the rooftops that I married Sherlock Holmes, the greatest man in the world. A good man, too."

Sherlock couldn't hold back his smile as he stared at the woman in front of him. "A good man." He repeated in a whisper as he leaned forwards to kiss his bride.

"And a damn good shag." Vivienne giggled as Sherlock's lips captured her own.

"I'll show you a damn good shag." Sherlock replied, his voice slightly muffled by the kiss. He reached up and pushed Vivienne's robe from her shoulders. He placed his free hand on the small of her back and quickly laid her down on the bed, positioning himself between her legs, causing her to shriek. He placed both hands on the bed next to Vivienne and stared into her eyes. "I love you."

Vivienne pressed her hand to his chest and pushed him backwards to he got the message and stood up at the edge of the bed. She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pulled them, and his boxers, down. "Show me, then."

Sherlock finished discarding his clothes and kicked them away before taking his place back on top. He paused a moment to look at the woman underneath him; his woman. Vivienne drug her nails down his torso and his stomach tightened. He had almost forgotten what she did to him. The night before didn't include much foreplay. They were too caught up in each other. He didn't have a chance to remember the way she made him feel. The tightness in his loins. The way he almost couldn't breathe when she touched him. The way her eyes seemed to look deep inside him. He closed his eyes and tried to even out his ragged breathing; he tried to calm himself. He wanted to remember everything. The electricity sparking between them. The sweat. The heat.

Her voice broke through his thoughts and his eyes popped open. "If you get me off first, I'll suck your dick later." Vivienne rested her hand on his hips and bit at her bottom lip.

Every muscle in his body tensed. He had forgotten what a firecracker she turned into when she was turned on. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Keep talking like that and you won't be walking tomorrow."

"I think I'd be offended if I could."

Sherlock bent down and crashed his lips to Vivienne's to shut her up. His tongue traced her bottom lip and she opened her mouth slightly to give him entrance. His tongue brushed over hers as he reached down between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core as he slowly eased his finger inside of her, eliciting a small moan from both of them. He dared to put another inside of her and she broke the kiss. She whimpered as he stroked his fingers back and forth. His eyes locked on the look of pure ecstasy that was crossing her face; her mouth open, unable to close from the string of moans escaping her throat. She opened her eyes and looked into his, right down into his soul. The look she was giving him was enough. He pulled his fingers out and discretely wiped them on the bed before running his hand up her stomach and grasping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and she moaned louder, never breaking their eye contact.

"You... Win..." Vivienne panted.

Sherlock didn't need another cue. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid himself in. Vivienne groaned and he waited a moment to let her muscles stretch to accommodate his size. The moment Vivienne's face relaxed, he pulled out a bit and thrusted himself as far as he could go.

The sound that came out of Vivienne couldn't even be classified as human and Sherlock could help but grin at the thought of what the neighboring rooms might think.

Vivienne's nails dug into Sherlock's back and he fell into a decent rhythm. He bent his head and kissed her neck, her jawline, the corner of her mouth. She turned her head slightly and captured his mouth, kissing him frantically. He knew she was close. She moaned into his mouth and he almost lost control.

Not that he was counting, but it only took 3 minutes before her body began to tremble under his. She held onto him for dear life, it seemed, one hand gripping at his back and the other tangled in his hair, as he thrusted through her orgasm. Her breathing began to steady and he could feel her pulsating against him. She kissed him slowly and he let himself go. He pressed his forehead to hers as he gave his few last thrusts. Hard and slow, going as deeply into her as he could.

Sherlock moaned a bit louder than he expected as he came. He gave one final thrust and let out a deep sigh. He kissed Vivienne tenderly before resting his forehead on hers once more.

"Well, I love you, too." Vivienne breathed out, causing them both to laugh.

Sherlock pulled out and let himself fall onto the bed next to Vivienne. "That was- you were-"

"I don't think I've ever orgasmed that fast. Ever."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good. Very fucking good." Vivienne sat up. "I'll go get a towel for clean up."

Sherlock didn't say anything as he watched Vivienne walk into the bathroom slowly on very shaky legs.

"Looks like I can still walk." She said, exiting the bathroom with one of the white hotel towels.

"The night is young." Sherlock mused as he caught the towel Vivienne threw at him before crawling back into bed with him.

"And so are we." Vivienne laughed. She leaned over and kissed Sherlock's cheek. "Having second thoughts yet?"

Sherlock let out a breathy laugh. "Quite possibly."

Vivienne just leaned her head on Sherlock's shoulder and let out a very content sigh.

xxxxx

A/N: Okay. *clears throat* well, then. I didn't start this chapter expecting to actually put the entire sex act in. Just kind of imply it. Shit happens. But I'm happy with it because damn it I'm invested in these characters and I'm in love with them and tbh I've been thinking about this since I stayed the story. Mostly because naked Sherlock. Because duh. Reviews please? :) reviews = more possible sexytimes in the future, if you want them. Because I kinda do. Because I'm a smut whore and I'm not afraid to admit it. (How many more times can I say 'because'? Geez.)