Fully Alive

Chapter Nineteen

Mary opened the door to Vivienne's room a crack and poked her head in. "He's here to see you."

"I don't want to see him." Vivienne said back from her spot on the bed.

"I'm not taking no for an answer." Sherlock spoke up, pushing past Mary and walking into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him.

Vivienne sat up in bed and scowled. "I said that I didn't want to talk to you."

"I was only coming by to tell you that you can come home in a couple days."

"And what if I don't want to come home? It's been two weeks, Sherlock. And you just decide to tell me I can come home? I don't understand you."

"I did what I had to do to keep you safe. And for now, I think everything is okay. You can come home. I don't see what the problem is."

Vivienne rubbed her eyes in annoyance. "You don't see the problem? Do you not remember a word you said to me?"

"Of course I remember. It wasn't real. I didn't know what else to do. I was protecting you." Sherlock sighed.

"Protecting me? What exactly were you protecting me from?"

"Does it matter?" Sherlock raised his voice. "You're safe. It was all fake."

"What were you protecting me from?"

"Moriarty! Happy?"

"You're so obsessed! Just because he took me once, doesn't mean it'll happen again." Vivienne shook her head. "You're such a fucking idiot."

"He bugged the flat!" Sherlock growled. "I found three of them while you were at work that morning. I didn't know what he had planned, but I needed you out of there."

"He- what?"

"I found four more after you left. I can't risk you being taken again. I needed you safe. I said what I had to to get you to leave. And don't say that I could have just told you. I wanted it to be believable that you were leaving of your own volition. If we had pre-planned anything, it wouldn't have seemed real."

"You're fucking stupid."

"I'm sorry. It was the best plan I had. But if you could just forget about it and realize that it wasn't real, you can come home."

"It certainly felt real." Vivienne ran her hand through her hair.

"That was the point." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"No, coming from you, it felt too real to be all lies. You're a terrible liar. Always have been. So, tell me which part was real. Or you can forget it."

Sherlock grumbled. "It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Sherlock shook his head. "The truth. Fine. I'm terrified. Of everything. Including you. You have terrified me from the moment I met you. I never took much notice of women. The only sex I had ever had was purely experimental. But you were young, beautiful, and you didn't take shit from me. The life I lead is not one that any sane person would bring a spouse into, never mind a child. I'm an addict. I'm a thrill-seeker. I always have to be right. But I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you, which went against everything I believed in. And it terrified me."

Vivienne untangled herself from the comforter on her bed and stood up. "That's because the person you tried so hard to bury- the little boy who learned with a passion, let his mother kiss his boo-boos, and wanted to be a pirate- isn't as deeply buried as you want him to be. You're human and being human is... well, it sucks. Sometimes, Sherlock, you need to listen with your heart a little more than your head. You fucked up. Don't try to deny it. And I'm not happy with you."

"Yes, I know." Sherlock looked down at the floor.

"Don't think you're forgiven quite yet, either. I'm scared, too. Having a baby is scary. And having to deal with a psycho hellbent on destroying everything you love doesn't help. But you need to get over yourself. You're not alone here."

Sherlock looked up, a retort sitting at the edge of his tongue, but as soon as his eyes grazed over Vivienne's midsection, he forgot what he was going to say. "My god. You've gotten... bigger." He said, amazed.

"Yes, thank you for the reminder than I'm getting fat. It's what happens when you grow a baby." Vivienne deadpanned.

Sherlock stepped forward and placed his hand on Vivienne's small baby bump. "No, I didn't mean it like that. You just- it wasn't this big when you left."

"It's really not that impressive. It'll get bigger. I've got 26 more weeks. Right now, it just looks like I ate too much for dinner."

Sherlock placed his other hand on the bump. "It doesn't look like that at all. It's- it's beautiful." A deep look clouded his face as he ran his hands over his wife's stomach. He furrowed his brow and let a deep sigh out of his nose. "I'm so sorry. I've taken advantage of you, for my own comfort, and I never thought how it would affect you."

Vivienne chuckled. She raised her hands up and cupped Sherlock's face, bringing her own head down a little to look him in the eyes. "You made a mistake. One you won't make again. And I made a mistake in taking your shit. But I'm not doing it anymore. This life that we have together, and the one we created, won't get taken for granted again. We clear on that? I love you, but I'm not going to let you push me around. You have a tough choice to make? You come talk to me. Deal?"

"I love you." Sherlock ran his hands from Vivienne's stomach to her back and pulled her close. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Vivienne pulled back a little. "Deal?" She whispered.

"Yes, deal." Sherlock walked Vivienne backwards until she bumped into the bed and sat down.

"I'm still angry at you." Vivienne said as she pulled off her snug-fitting tank top, exposing her bare breasts and stomach. Her breathing became shallow as she watched Sherlock remove his scarf and coat and toss them to the floor. She scooted backwards on the bed a little and laid down. Sherlock kicked his shoes off before climbing on top of her. "Just be careful. Everything is extremely sensitive. Especially my breasts." Vivienne reached up to unbutton Sherlock's shirt. "They're sore and sensitive to the touch. I can't be held responsible for the sounds that come out of me if they're touched."

Sherlock took that as an invitation to lean down and take one of Vivienne's nipple into his mouth. Vivienne yelped, but it turned into a rather loud moan as he flicked his tongue back and forth. She smacked Sherlock in the shoulder. "They're going to hear me!"

Sherlock grinned cheekily. "Well, at least they'll know we made up." He sat up on his knees to finish removing his shirt. He discarded it in the floor with his other things. "You practically served them to me on a silver platter, telling me that." He said, undoing his belt.

"That wasn't my intention." Vivienne gently slapped his stomach. She reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans. Sherlock stood briefly to slide his pants and underwear to the ground.

He bent back down and claimed Vivienne's mouth with his, their lips moving ferociously in unison as his hand snaked down her torso, across her bump, and under the waistband on her pajama pants. Sherlock broke the kiss to whisper in her ear. "I dare you to not make a sound." He kissed her neck softly as he slid one finger, then two, inside of her.

Vivienne opened her mouth to moan loudly, but caught herself in time. The small squeak from the back of her throat that resulted caused Sherlock to smile as he pumped his fingers a little harder and kissed her neck a little rougher. "Enough. Enough." She whispered hoarsely. "Just fuck me already."

Sherlock removed his hand from Vivienne's pants to sit up. He pulled her pajamas and underwear off together. He looked over her body, marveling at the woman beneath him. He reached forward and placed his hand back on her stomach. His lips almost twitched into a small smile. "Now, don't forget what I said."

Vivienne pressed her lips together and looked up at Sherlock, maintaining eye contact as he slid himself inside her.

Vivienne tried to resist but she squeezed her eyes shut and couldn't help but to mutter "ouch."

Sherlock stopped and pulled out. "Did I hurt you?"

"It's okay. Just not as much room down there."

Sherlock looked around the room and when he found what he was looking for, he patted Vivienne on the hip. "Lift up."

Vivienne lifted her butt up in the air. Sherlock stuck a pillow underneath her butt and she put herself back down.

"Let's try that again, shall we?"

Vivienne nodded and locked eyes with Sherlock once more as he entered her again. Her mouth opened in a silent moan and she leaned her head back. Her breathing became erratic as she tried to focus on both Sherlock and staying quiet.

Sherlock had one hand on Vivienne's hip and the other grasped at the comforter as he found his rhythm. Vivienne dug her nails into Sherlock's arm with one hand and the comforter with the other.

Sherlock moved his free hand, the one on her hip, down between her legs and brought his thumb down to her opening, massaging her clit. Vivienne couldn't help but to let out a rather loud moan.

Sherlock stroked his thumb around in circles and he could feel her heating up around him.

"I'm gonna cum." Vivienne whispered, trying to force back moans.

"I can't hear you."

"I'm gonna cum." She said a little louder. "I'm gonna- oh. Oh!" Vivienne couldn't help it.

Sherlock rode out Vivienne's orgasm with her. Listening to the breathy sounds escaping her and feeling her pulsing around him brought him over the edge. He thrusted harder into her, a guttural sound escaping his own throat. He fell forwards, catching himself on his elbows before any of his weight landed on Vivienne.

"I'm still angry at you." She said as he rolled to the side and onto the bed.

"I know." Sherlock shrugged.

"We should fight more often. We haven't had sex like that in a while."

"I should probably go." Sherlock stated, but made no effort to get up.

"You honestly think I'm going to let you leave after that? No way."

"You can't make me stay." Sherlock replied.

"You're right. I can't." Vivienne rolled over and crawled to one side of the bed, getting in between the sheets. "You can go if you want. But I'd like you to stay."

"What would mummy and daddy think if they caught me here in the morning?" Sherlock chuckled.

"That were two of the most fucked up people they know." Vivienne grinned. "Just know that if you stay, we're going to talk."

Sherlock groaned. "About what?"

"I don't know. Are you staying or going?"

"Oh, of course I'm staying." Sherlock crawled under sheets next to Vivienne. "Now what's so important that we need to talk right this moment?" He rolled over onto his side, pulling Vivienne to him and placing his hand on her stomach. He kissed her shoulder and waited for an answer

"Well, there's the little matter of us having a baby and we still haven't told your parents. Or Gran."

"Can't we just wait until it gets here to let them know?" Sherlock scrunched his nose. "Ugh, they're going to be so happy."

"That's not a bad thing. And no, we aren't waiting. Pretty sure Gran will notice before then."

"My parents won't if we don't see them until then."

"I'm gonna kill you." Vivienne grinned. "Come on. You don't want to make your mother happy?

"Well, I don't mind as long as it happens far away from me. How about you just call them? That could work."

"No. We're going to tell them in person."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Is that really necessary?"

"Yes, very. Now go to sleep. I'll still be here in the morning."

"Well, I would hope so. Otherwise, I'm going to have an awkward time explaining why I'm here and you aren't."

Vivienne just rolled her eyes. "Goodnight. I love you, Holmes."

"I love you, Holmes." Sherlock gave a half-smile before kissing his wife. He watched her begin to fall asleep as his thumb rubbed up and down her bump. Her eyes closed and a small smile formed on her face when Sherlock pulled her as close as he could.

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A/N: So, I never actually plan on writing sex every time i start a chapter but hey, shit happens. So, dun dun dun. Is everything going to go okay for once? Of course not. But maybe I'll be nice and let it be alright for a couple chapters. And yeah, I didn't see the John and Kati thing coming either. Hahaha. Sometimes, the words just come out of my fingers before my brain can process it. And then I'm like "oh hey random idea, there you are." Anyways, I'm going to try and work that in somewhere but if I don't, oh well.

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