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Chapter Six
Molly opened her eyes slowly. She was on the floor. But instead of floor beneath her, she felt legs. And a strong warmth against her back.
"Sherlock? " She said nervously
"Welcome back, Molly. "
"Why...am I sitting on you? "
"It was the most expedient way to keep you from getting hurt when you fainted. "
"I fainted? I don't faint. "
"But you did. Completely understandable. I expect I delivered quite a shock to you. "
Suddenly she remembered.
"Oh. OH... Sherlock! You asked... what's this? " She stammered.
" Here, why don't we find a place to sit and have some more coffee and discuss this. I will need assistance getting up, though. I believe my legs are asleep. "
"Are you saying Im heavy? " She said with a start
"Of course not, Molly. But you were out for a long while. " He said, harsher than he meant to. He smiled to lessen the tone.
Ten minutes later, they sat at a booth in the cafeteria drinking coffee while Molly listened to Sherlock talk about what had been going on. She smiled softly as she noticed Sherlock's face soften as he spoke of this new found daughter, Laura. Or how it would harden when he told the tale of her life.
Molly was heartbroken for the child, both as a human and a doctor.
Finally, Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Molly, Laura needs something I don't know how to substitute. A mother's care and love. Her mother... was very like you. Listen Molly, I do observe. I know how you feel about me. I can't promise I can ever truly return that feeling. But I know that Laura is enough like me that your feelings might warm you to her by extension. She needs something she can count on. Your hours tend to be more stable than mine as well. She is very well behaved, I assure you. If you will take over motherly duty to Laura, I will offer in return myself. "
"What does that entail...exactly " Molly asked. She already knew she was falling in love with a child she'd never met. Knew she would give in no matter what. But she needed to know.
Sherlock was silent for a while, then suddenly cleared his throat.
"To prevent certain...unfair...labels placed on her, we ought to marry. You would be my wife. She is set up and comfortable at my flat, so better she isn't shuffled to knew surroundings, don't you think? You could move in there. Basic care of her and perhaps some of the things I neglect to do for myself. I need to change that, set a better example. "
Molly listened but only really stuck to one word. Wife. She didn't realize she whispered the word out loud.
"Yes. " Sherlock said uncomfortably. " I understand it is a lot to ask. But you will have free access to my flat, money, whatever you need. "
When Molly's eyes went to her hands, Sherlock swallowed.
"Yes, Molly. " He said after a pause.
"Yes what? " She lifted her head back up, eyes wide.
"Yes, that includes my body when you have need for it. "
If this wasn't already a tense situation, Sherlock would actually count and catalog how many shades of red Miss Hopper was turning.
" I understand we all have needs, and most people aren't as prepared to deny thier bodies those needs. "
"This... this would take some getting used to. "
"I'm sure it would. But look at it this way, are you nervous about asking me to take care of them in your fantasies? "
"What?! " Molly looked back at her hands.
"Molly... I can tell when you had them the night before I saw you. You wouldn't look me in the eye, and you shifted your legs alot. "
"What? Really? "
"Yes. " Sherlock smiled softly. "So, is that a yes? "
Molly didn't say a word. Just nodded.
Sherlock suggested they go to John and Mary's flat to introduce his "fiance" to Laura. Plus he was sure he had some explaining to do with this news. Molly agreed but said she needed to go back to the lab to collect her purse and coat.
The elevator ride back down was excruciating to Molly. She was so embarrassed. He KNEW? At the same time, there was a thrill that went through her. Doing what she did at these fantasies and knowing he knew... was actually a little hot. Her mind started seeing images of him sitting in a corner of her bedroom in the dark, watching her pleasing herself. His icy eyes keen on every detail, fingers pointed under his chin.
Letting out a slow breath, Molly glanced up Sherlock. He was grinning. Damn him.
Still didn't make it any less hot.
Molly grabber the coat she wasn't going to need for A WHILE and clutched her purse to her chest. She was just about to turn around when she felt a warm body VERY close behind her. She felt hot breath at her ear.
"What did you see, Molly? "
"Nothing. " She breathed.
"Don't lie to me, Molly. It won't work. Tell me. Everything. " He said in such a low husky voice Molly felt her underwear rapidly growing wetter.
"I...saw you. "
"And what was I doing? " Sherlock said silkily, his hand taking her purse from her and dropping it on a near by table.
"You...were watching me. "
"Watching what, Molly? "
"You know. "
"The basics. Not the detail. Tell me what you were doing to yourself. "
" I..." Molly swallowed painfully. " Touching myself. "
"Like so? " Sherlock asked softly as his hands ran up her sides to gently cup under her breasts, running his thumbs over the already hardened nipples.
"Yes... " Molly groaned pressing closer to him.
Sherlock's hands then fully engulfed her flesh, kneading them and lightly pinching at the peaks. Molly moaned.
"But that won't be enough, will it, Molly. You need more... "
"Yes, Sherlock. "
"What do you need? " He mirrored her own words, often spoken.
He undid the button and zip of her loose trousers. His long nimble fingers sliding deep inside of them to run a finger along the indent in her panties.
"You're wet for me, aren't you, Molly? All for me. "
Molly could only moan in response. He slid a finger into between the panties and her flesh. He was painfully slow with his movements, slipping a digit into her heat. Molly's hands reached behind her to bury themselves in Sherlock's curls. His tongue playing with the back of her ear.
"What do you need, darling? "
Molly's hips were arched against his hand. The endearment adding to her emotions.
" I need... Oh God, Sherlock! I need... "
"You want me to make you come, yes? "
Molly answered by yanking on his curls and turning her head to pull him down for a kiss. Their tongues mating as Sherlock pulled his finger out of her and slipped his hand back down the front of her panties. Quickly, he found the sensitive nub and stroked it skillfully, gradually building up speed. Molly gripped his arm as it jolted up and down. Her hips grinding against him until she came, blinded by its brilliance. She moaned his name into his mouth.
When she finally found her legs stable enough, she turned around to face him. He looked rather stoic, except the raised brow.
"See? That wasn't too difficult, was it? Shall we? " Sherlock motioned towards the door and Molly numbly followed.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
It was late when he got back to the flat. It took quite some time to convince John of his reasonings, but in the end, he agreed. For Laura.
Sherlock escorted Molly back to her place and placed a soft kiss on her lips. It was firm but not suggesting more.
Laura was asleep by the time they got back. Sherlock removed his coat and wrapped it around her, seeming to swallow her up. He still hadn't shown her her new room, and he wanted it to be a surprise. So he placed her on his bed and tried to retrieve his coat. But Laura had other ideas. She burrowed farther in, a death grip on the lapels.
Sherlock watched her closely as in her sleep, she breathed in the coat, which smelled faintly of his soap.
"Daddy.. " She sighed, a small smile playing on her tiny lips, so much like his own.
Sherlock felt a tightening in his chest. He decided to leave her as she was and went to sit in his chair. Sherlock wasn't aware of the effect of one simple word until he felt an unwanted tear run down his cheek. She had only called him father before.
It was the first time he was...daddy.
Why did that mean something?
Sherlock wiped the tear and decided he would find out in the morning. He still had to plan out his marriage to Molly. The impulse to do what he'd done to her in the lab was something he wasn't sure he understood. He told himself he was simply proving a point. That he was capable of sexuality. What he wasn't expecting was her reaction. Or his own. He noticed his resistance to sexual stimulation had ebbed with her. He would have to think about that later.
The next morning, he woke on the couch and noticed something else.
This was the first night Laura had not had a nightmare.