Fully Alive

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Sexytimes in this one. Because NAKED SHERLOCK. *ahem* I mean, uh what? Yeah. Sex. Just so you know.

Vivienne walked into Sherlock's apartment to see John sitting at the table and Sherlock standing next to him, holding a cup of tea. She stepped up to Sherlock, puckering her lips, but he set his mouth into a straight line and shook his head.

"What? Can't kiss me in front of John? He knows what kissing is. He's been in a few more relationships than you have."

"Well..." His eyes drifted to the eyeball floating in his tea.

"Why is it always eyeballs?" Vivienne rolled her own eyes. "How was it? Please tell me that was an accident."

"It was. But it was... surprisingly okay."

John chuckled and stood up from his spot. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Thank you, Sherlock." He walked out the door after briefly hugging Vivienne.

"What was that about?" Vivienne asked, setting her purse down on the table.

Sherlock sat his cup of tea down and pressed a kiss to Vivienne's forehead. "He, uh, asked me to be his best man. Apparently, I'm his best friend?"

"Well, of course you are. What? You didn't expect that?"

"I absolutely didn't. I never expected to be anyone's best friend." Sherlock shrugged. "How was work? Anything interesting?"

"Go brush your teeth. I really want to kiss you and then we can make small talk."

"Fine." Sherlock grumbled as he made his way to the bathroom.

Vivienne went to the bedroom to change or of her work clothes. She shimmied out of her jeans and was just pulling her shirt off when she heard Sherlock behind her. "I could get used to this."

Vivienne blushed as she turned around. "Well, I spent a lot of money on this underwear set." The matching bra and panties were cream colored with a pink, lace trim. Vivienne put her hands on her hips and struck her best model pose. "You like?"

"Obviously." Sherlock closed the distance between them and ran his hands around Vivienne's waist, pulling her to him in the process. "How was work?" He asked, dipping his head down to kiss his wife on the lips.

"Mm, good. 20 year old male with an unexplained heart attack. 55 year old female with a stick through her eye into her brain." Vivienne ran her arms around Sherlock's neck and kissed him again. "Then the usual. Natural deaths. A suicide."

Sherlock leaned in for another kiss, this time a little longer, and he pulled Vivienne in as close as he could get her. She could feel his erection pressing into her.

"Is this your foreplay? Listening to the details of a day in the morgue?" Vivienne laughed and placed her hand on Sherlock's chest. She licked her bottom lip and kissed him once more.

"You know how I love it when you talk death and decay."

Vivienne leaned back a bit and chuckled. "Yes, I can see how someone dying makes a person want to fuck."

"Don't be sarcastic." Sherlock growled deep in his throat. "It's not the death, it's you. Your voice; watching your lips move. The way you absent-mindedly lick the inside corner of your lips when you're listening to me speak." Sherlock swallowed nervously and his breathing became shallower. "The scent of your perfume getting stronger as your body heat rises because you're passionate about what your telling me."

"Maybe I'm just passionate about you."

"Mm." Sherlock couldn't give a proper response. He was too busy watching Vivienne wet her lips. He also noticed her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took and, for the life of him, still couldn't understand why such a small act stirred up such a large, primal instinct inside of him. He could only think about her; not his cases, not the unfinished experiment in the dining room, not even the conversation he had had with John. Just her, the overwhelming desire to rip her expensive new underwear off and throw them to the side, and the need to get his own slacks off because they had become rather tight in the crotch.

Vivienne grinned when she noticed his eyes lingering on her chest and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Sherlock's breath hitched in his throat as the piece of clothing fell to the floor.

One of Sherlock's hands left Vivienne's hip and slowly traveled up her side until he had cupped her breast. He ran his thumb over her nipple and a small noise escaped her throat. Her eyes were closed, her head leaned back. His free hand left her to unbutton his shirt and Vivienne gave a small wink as she began to undo his slacks.

The shirt fell away and Sherlock kicked his slacks away from his feet. Vivienne took his hands and pulled him on top of her as she laid down on the bed. Sherlock moved away, only to pull off his boxers, and he took his place back on top of his wife. It was then that he noticed she was still wearing her panties.

"You're not completely naked."

Vivienne gave Sherlock a sexy pout. "Maybe I was waiting for you to take them off."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and sat up on his knees. He took the sides of her underwear and slowly pulled them down her long legs. "My god, you're beautiful." He said as he threw the dainty material to the floor.

"You just now noticing?"

"Of course not." Sherlock's voice was even deeper and lower than normal as he positioned himself at Vivienne's entrance.

"I love you." Vivienne whispered as Sherlock slid himself inside of her.

Sherlock moaned slightly and shut his eyes, dipping his head and pressing his forehead to Vivienne's. "And I love you." He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

They kept eye contact as Sherlock got his rhythm going, and Vivienne tossed her head back and closed her eyes. She dug her nails into Sherlock's back as he thrusted harder.

Her moans escalated in volume with each thrust. Sherlock bent his head and kissed Vivienne's neck, keeping up his pace, and only faltering once when Vivienne moaned loudly in his ear and the vibrations from her throat met his lips still attached to her neck.

Sherlock rested his forehead on Vivienne's and she felt the muscles in his back begin to tighten. A jagged moan escaped his lips. He was almost ready to finish.

"Get on your back." Vivienne breathed out. "Get on your back." She said again, a little more urgently.

Sherlock pulled out and obeyed, laying down on the bed. Vivienne sat up and moved quickly, straddling Sherlock and grabbing his headboard for support. She slid herself into Sherlock's erection and his hands immediately went to her hips, helping her get her own rhythm going as she pumped herself up and down his shaft.

Sherlock soon began thrusting along with Vivienne, his eyes never leaving her face. Except on the occasions where he would glance quickly down at her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Vivienne let go of the headboard and bent forward, brushing hey nipple across his bottom lip. Sherlock swiftly took her nipple into his mouth and Vivienne let out a surprised moan as his tongue flicked across it. She had stopped moving, her hands gripped at the pillow beneath Sherlock's head. But he couldn't stop. He released her nipple from his mouth and kept thrusting, harder and faster, as his hand traveled up and cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing circles over her saliva-slicked nipple.

"Oh, fuck." Vivienne moaned. "I'm gonna-"

Sherlock wrapped his arm around Vivienne's back and effortlessly flipped them back over so that he could be on top once again. Vivienne ran her hands down his back and dug her fingers in. "Sher- oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck!"

Sherlock let her finish before letting himself go. The feeling of her pulsing sound him was too much. He couldn't hold it in anymore. With a few final deep, slow thrusts he finished inside of her. (Which didn't go unnoticed.)

Sherlock leaned to kiss Vivienne quickly before collapsing next to her. He couldn't help but to notice the confused look on her face. "What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

"You, uh, you didn't, you know, pull out. I'm, uh, kind of, well, ovulating." Vivienne's cheeks turned pink.

"I know." Sherlock replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh! Well, um, okay. I mean, I just- ah, okay?" Vivienne paused. "Wait. What do you mean you know?"

"Do you want the scientific answer or the typical husband answer?"

"Scientific?" Vivienne cringed.

"Your cervical mucus, the discharge, it's clear." Sherlock looked over at his wife with an amused look. "Shall I go on?"

Vivien shook her head. "I should have said the other answer."

"You track your cycle on the calendar on the fridge and on your phone. Your phone send updates. I saw the one two days ago that said you had began ovulating."

"You do know what that means, right?"

"Yes, you're extra fertile. I've studied anatomy and the female body extensively." Sherlock reached to the floor and grabbed a throw pillow that had fallen. "Here." He handed the pillow to Vivienne. "Put this under your hips. They say it helps with gravity and pulling everything where it needs to go." He said nonchalantly, as he picked up his cell phone.

"Are you trying to get me pregnant?!" Vivienne sounded alarmed.

Sherlock glanced up from his phone. "Don't you want to be?"

"We haven't really talked about it."

"Yes, we have." He began texting someone, his fingers flying across the keyboard rapidly.

"Sherlock Holmes, put your phone down. Just when did we talk about this?"

Sherlock sighed and sat his phone on the nightstand. "Before I left, you said you wanted a family with me. And I told you that if I came home, I'd make it a reality. That's all I'm trying to do."

"Yes, I would like a family with you. But is it what you want? You've only been home a couple months. We have all the time in the world."

"I want whatever you want. But if you're upset with me, I apologize." The look on Sherlock's face wasn't one seen too often. One of sadness, like someone had just kicked his puppy.

"Oh, Sherlock, sweetie, I'm not- I'm not upset." Vivienne moved closer and pressed her forehead to his cheek. "I'm just surprised, is all."

Sherlock turned his head and captured Vivienne's lips with his. "If you asked me for the fucking moon, I'd get it for you. But you asked for a family, a baby. If that's what you want, that's what I want."

"Okay." Vivienne said quietly. "So, are we going to do this? Are we going to try to have a baby?"

"Is it what you want?"

"Yes. More than anything."

"Then, yes, we are." Sherlock gave Vivienne a small smile but it quickly disappeared.

"Sherlock?" Vivienne furrowed her brow. "You're going to be a great father. You know that, right?"

"Well, we'll see about that."

"You listen to me and you listen good. Fuck what you think about yourself and what everyone else thinks. You're a good man. You're smart. You're fantastic, actually. And brilliant and clever. There is no one else I would rather have a child with. I wouldn't have married you if I thought any differently."

Sherlock smiled. "Alright. I- I believe you. I'm sorry. It's just-"

"I know."

"How did I get so lucky?" Sherlock pulled Vivienne close to him.

"You don't believe in luck." Vivienne laid her head on Sherlock's shoulder.

"Not until you, I didn't."

Xxxxx

A/N: *squeeeeeeeee* Baby Holmes soon? Or maybe not. You never know!

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