Thank you all for the wonderful reviews :)
Yes, I know there hasn't been too much interaction between Sherlock and Molly of a romantic nature, but the way I see it is this. Sherlock's main concern is providing what his child needs. He saw a mother figure as part of that equation. He cares about Molly, but he isn't in love with her...yet. Its going to be a process. I want to do them justice. But both of thier main focus is on Laura at the moment. Molly already has unconditional love for him. He has to learn just what that means, because both she and Laura deserve nothing less than that.
Mature content on the way, kiddies... But just as a general rule, I don't really draw out sex scenes too far, depending on the context. Like real life. Sometimes it is slow and meaningful, other times it is quick and lusty... LOL
Chapter 10
Before Sherlock answered, he stared at his phone. No response. So he sent one more.
Moriarty had her.
SH
His phone bleeped a few seconds later.
Welcome to the party, dear brother. Its all locked up in storage just waiting for you to catch up. Will send a car in the morning early. Pack a bag. Will meet you there. Busy now.
MH
"Sherlock? " Molly asked, sitting on the couch with a copy of Sleeping Beauty in her lap.
"Going out tomorrow. Will be back late. So, where shall we start? " Sherlock replied, his pressed lips giving away more than he knows.
"Yes, well... " John stammered. " While you were putting Little Bit to bed, I finished Sleeping Beauty then started this one. No fairy god mother in it. Just a magic tree. But it does have a girl misplaced in her own family. That might be a clue. I have some notes from Sleeping Beauty though. I think he was mixing the two tales Grimm and Disney. You said she meantioned three fairies, not in the book, mind, looking out for her. Three of his henchmen, perhaps? "
"Yes. He loved his three's didn't he? Three locations... The Tower, Bank and Prison...Three gunmen, three bullets... "
"Maybe the same three men? "
"Perhaps. But evidence leads...led me...to believe all his associates of that nature had been eliminated. "
"Well, lets see. There would have been one somewhere they could get to anyone. "
"That's what I thought. The handyman here, someone within the Yard...the one on you was the only wild card. "
"So what does that tell us? "
"Im not sure yet. I have several ideas though I will share once I have done some research. I have to go to a storage unit to dig through the things through Laura's old home. "
"So, Mycroft? "
"Yes. "
"Sherlock? " Molly said quietly.
"Do you want me to come with you? Mary worked a night shift tonight. She'll want to sleep tomorrow. "
"Sherlock? " Molly tried again, not taking her eyes off the book.
"Yes, of course. But I would appreciate it if you wouldn't blog any of this. At least till its over. Possibly not even then. "
"Of course. "
"Sher-LOCK. " Molly raised her voice earning the attention of both men.
They turned to stare at her.
" Im sorry... I was...was just thinking. "
"Thinking what? " Sherlock asked, walking over to her.
"Well, she is so much like you, Sherlock. So much. " She smiled wobbily. " But one thing... its bothered me for a long time and I think it ties in. "
"What? "
"Sherlock, haven't you noticed...Laura sleeps an awful lot. "
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The car Mycroft rumbled on towards its destination.
"This wasn't part of the plan, brother. " Mycroft said looking at the sleeping child beside Sherlock.
" I have reason to believe she might be of help. I need to keep her near me, Mycroft. Keep her safe. "
"You believe she is in danger still. With Moriarty gone and his associates eliminated? "
"He had a thousand threads, Mycroft. We can't be sure how far that goes. He had a plan for Laura. He wouldn't have just let that go. And it has to do with me. She may be one small thread of his web, but an important one. Where the bloody hell is this storage unit? We've been driving forever. "
"Language...Sherlock... "
" She's asl... "
Sherlock looked down to see his daughter wide awake, like she hadn't been sleeping at all. She looked up at him, and moved to take around some of his coat.
"Are you cold? " Sherlock asked, motioning to John to pass over the jacket they brought for her.
"No. "
" Like Linus and his blanket. " Mycroft said, a soft smile on his face as he watched her.
" As I was saying... " Sherlock said, uncomfortable with his brother's sudden change in personality.
"My dear little brother... I never said the storage unit was in London. "
"Then were is it? "
"New York. Of course. The more these items get handled, the less chance of altering evidence, don't you think? "
"But we have to be here. Laura has school, Molly is... " John interjected.
"Molly will be busy running her tests. " Sherlock answered, seeing the logic in Mycroft's reasoning.
"Tests? " Mycroft asked
"We drew blood samples from Laura. See if anything is amiss. We will discuss it later. Besides, I had planned this trip already. There are things I need to see to. "
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When they landed in New York, the streets were alive, mostly with people seeking thier mid day meal. Mycroft gave orders to one of his men to take them to the flat he owned in Manhattan, and arranged to have tea and food ready when they arrived. Tea time could still be observed on another continent.
Afterward, Sherlock watched Laura as she looked out the window at the familiar surroundings.
"Do you miss it...here? "
Laura shrugged.
"No. "
Sherlock frowned. This was his own child, someone so like him, yet he couldn't tell if she was being truthful or not.
He also noticed something else.
Since she woke in London, she hadn't slept a wink the entire rest of the way. Not in the car, not on the plane. No where.
He didn't finish his deduction because his cell went off. He looked down to see who was calling, and caught himself smiling fondly when he saw it was Molly.
"Hello Molly! Any news, my darling? "
Molly was silent for a few moments, not used to the endearment.
"Uh...yes...well...no. Not actually. Im not sure. " Molly stuttered out.
Sherlock just sighed and tried to wait for her to explain.
"You see...most of her blood work is perfect normal. Maybe a little TOO normal. "
"What do you mean...TOO..normal. "
" She should be very ill, but she's not. She's had no immunizations. She should be susceptible to all manner of things. But she isn't. Its like her antibodies are supercharged. Or something. And there is something else, Sherlock. Something I don't know what to make out. "What is it? "
"Well, she seemed to have... there were some abnormalities, things that are usually there, but she had extra. Not a lot extra, but enough to notice. I set it aside to compare, to see if it was just this sample. Possible contamination, but by the time I got the sample back under the microscope, the extras...they were gone. "
"Perhaps you imagined them. You didn't get much sleep last night. "
"They were there, Sherlock. I swear. "
"Does any of it have to do with her sleeping habits? "
"I don't know. " Sherlock could hear her voice trembling
"Alright. " He said softly. " Just keep trying, please. "
"You know I will. " And he did know. Knew she would work her fingers to the bone. Not just for him, but for Laura.
"Molly... perhaps when this is all sorted out... we could take a holiday. Just you and I. Would you like that? "
He could hear Molly smile.
"I would. But it isn't necessary. I know you didn't... "
"Molly, I didn't sign a short term contract. Some day, Laura will grow up. If...we have other children, they too will become adults and move away. I don't take my promises lightly. Im afraid if you want rid of me at some point, one of us will have to die. "
Molly chuckled into the phone.
"Ok, then. Where shall we go? "
"I'll leave that up to you. I don't know how well I can deduce what constitutes as romance. "
" Something Sherlock Holmes can't deduce? Shocking! "
"Hilarious, Molly. Now get to work, and I will call later. "
"Ok. Give Laura a kiss from me. I love you... be safe. Both of you. "
" I will. " Sherlock said and ended the call. He turned around to see Mycroft and John staring at him open mouthed. Suddenly uncomfortable, Mycroft took Laura's hand and announced he was taking her for an ice cream.
"Did... did we just hear you discussing a romantic get away with Molly? " John asked incredulous.
"Don't good husbands do things like that? " Sherlock was genuinely confused.
"Yes. They do. But you aren't the normal husband. "
"That doesn't mean I can't want to make her happy. She loves me. I have many years to spend with Molly. Only stands to reason that I should try to make our home a content one if nothing else. "
"I didn't think you and Molly even... " John blushed and turned his head to the side wishing he hadn't said anything.
Sherlock looked down at his hands.
"We... we haven't. Well...not exactly. Been too much going on. "
John looked back at Sherlock and tilted his head.
"Do you and Molly talk about it? Have a schedule, perhaps? "
"Of course not! I told her when I asked her to marry me, that if she had needs in that direction, she could come to me and I would see to it. "
John laughed and shook his head.
"There is definitely aristocrat somewhere in you. I can see your ancestors now, waving down some poor footman or something *yawn* Jarvis, my wife is apparently in need of coital servicing...do see to it, will you? "
"What? " Sherlock stopped the pacing he had begun and stared down at his best friend.
"You make it sound almost clinical. Was the proposal at least relatively romantic? "
"I don't know romance, John. "
"What did you say? "
"The truth. I needed a mother for my child... that... "
"Ah. "
"Ah...what? "
"Sherlock, they have toys to do all you are offering. "
Sherlock got a sudden image of Molly with one of those toys and felt a twitch in his trousers.
"What are you saying? " He decided to ignore it.
"Tell me. Since you have been married, a month now, right? Has she ever asked you for...sexual favors... for lack of a better term. "
"No. "
"Why do you think that is? She is a healthy young woman. She thinks you hand the moon. You are her husband. There in the flat with her most nights. Yet she still hasn't asked. "
"Yes? "
"Only thing I can think is that she doesn't want to push you. She knows you don't love her. But she needs to feel you want her. "
"I... "
"Do you? Want her? "
"I hadn't put thought into it. "
"Well, I suggest you do. Tell me, have you ever been the one to initiate sex in the past? "
"No. "
"Then you perhaps should learn to. And you mentioned other children. You can't be ignorant of basic things enough to not know that would require physical intimacy? "
"Of course not. "
"Ok, this is rather a strange assignment. Go to your room and lie down. Close your eyes and picture it. You and Molly. As much detail as possible. Which, for you would probably border on ...never mind. "
"Fantasize? About Molly? "
"Yes. Then see how your mind and body reacts. That should be a give away. Then, when we get back home, seduce her. But you ARE married. Past dating. And she is probably already a bit worked up. Take a whole day to seduce her. "
"A whole day? How does one go about that? Isn't that cruel? "
"No. Women are different. Work her up. "
"How? "
"You're the genius. Figure it out! " John said, sighing.
By the time Sherlock got into the room, a plan was already formulating. He did as John asked and found himself quickly anxious to go home. He pictured the time in the lab. He recalled how she tasted faintly of tea and apple. How quickly she was ready for him, then. He could almost still feel the fit of her bottom up against his front, and remembered his body starting to react. He tramped it down of course. This was about Molly. But what if he had taken it further? He believed he should take thier first joining more slowly. Show her he did care about her and her feelings. But at the moment, all he wanted was to be back there, fist in her hair, slacks around her ankles, bent over the table.
Sherlock's eyes shut tighter as he indulged in this train of thought. He felt his hardness strain against his pants. He needed to hear Molly's voice. He reached for the phone beside him and punched the number without looking.
"Sherlock, I'm sorry " She answered. " I couldn't find anything else. I came home. Perhaps I will have a clearer mind after some rest after all. "
"Molly... " Sherlock said, his voice low and velvet.
"Yes? "
Sherlock released himself and slowly began to stroke himself.
"Have you had any more fantasies? "
"Sherlock? Why? " She asked, sounding embarrassed.
"Tell me... please... "
"Over the phone. "
"Yes.. " He hissed but not angrily.
"Well... of... of course. Can't seem not to. "
"Tell me... please. "
Molly wasn't sure what had gotten in to her husband. But he was talking strange.
" I... that is...we... were on a train. It was very late, and we were the only ones on it. "
"Go on. " Sherlock's voice broke slightly as his mind started to see it.
Molly swallowed hard.
"Sherlock...are you..."
"Yes Molly. Does this upset you? "
"...no...I just... "
"Please, Molly. I do want you. But right now I just need your voice. "
"Sherlock, we can talk about this... "
"Please, darling...do this for me. "
Molly smiled into the phone. Maybe it WAS time for a little payback.
"You look terribly handsome. I look at you, and try to fight the desire pulsing through me. Finally I decide I won't do that any more. I smile at you. You are sitting across from me. You went from looking out the window to looking at me. Our eyes hold. Can you see? "
"Yes. "
"I don't want to wonder anymore. I want to know how you feel inside me. I need to. I stand up and slide my panties off to the floor, kicking them with my foot into the seat beside you. I stand in front of you and place my hands on your shoulders. I bed to kiss you, running my tongue across your lips. "
Sherlock could feel the wetness and responded by licking his lips. His strokes were slow, almost mechanical. Just enough to stay erect.
"You know what I want. My eyes ask you to let me have it. You undo your trousers and pull yourself out. "
"Am I hard for you, Molly? "
"No. Not yet. But getting there. I pull up my skirt and straddle you. I take you into my hand and slowly run my hand along it. When you are at half mast, my patience breaks. I need you so much , Sherlock. So much. I press myself up against you, tucking your cock, rubbing it against my clit. You feel so good. Can you feel how ready I am for you, Sherlock? How wet? "
"god yes... " He remembered that wetness drenching his fingers.
"When you are ready, you grab my arse in your hands and set me down on your cock, thrusting upwards to bury yourself. "
Sherlock's breath hitched as he remembered how warm, soft and tight Molly had felt around his fingers.
"I rock against you, building up pace quickly. My hands grasp your curls as I slip my tongue into your mouth, wanting to taste your breath. You thrust your tongue into mine at the same pace you are pushing into me. I feel your lower curls against my clit with each thrust and it tickles in an erotic way. You grasp my arse tighter and pull me closer, so my clit rubs harder against them as we go at it harder. "
Sherlock's strokes became faster, gripping himself so tight he could almost cut off circulation. Molly could hear soft moans over the phone. She wanted more than anything to join him in this. But she wanted it to be just for him.
"Can you feel me, Sherlock? "
"Yes... yes... I can feel...you are tightening... "
"Yes. You make me come so hard. I can't breath. I can only feel the shatter of pleasure. It makes me grip you tighter, calling your name into your mouth. I start to move faster. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Are you close, darling. "
"Very...close... "
"I want to fall with you. I feel the pulse again. Come with me, love. "
"Yes. I want that. ..."
"I pull back in your arms arching my back, so your cock rubs at my spot. Building so fast, Sherlock. I need just a little more. You take your fingers and rub my clit as your trust get even harder. "
"So...close...almost..."
"Come for me, Sherlock. " Molly said, in a lusty moan.
"Molly...Just...jus...FUCK! "
"Yes, fuck me... come inside me... "
"Molly! " He groaned, teeth clenched together as he spilling his seed across his belly.
After Sherlock's breathing stabilized, and his grip on his cell loosened, he found the power of speech once again.
"Thank you, Molly "
Molly giggled " What's got into you, husband? "
"John. "
"What?!" Molly almost screamed it.
"Do NOT go there, wife. He made some good points about our romantic aspects. Told me to fantasize about you. I ... "
"Well, remind me to thank him. "
"Don't you dare. "
"I was only kidding. Feel better? "
"No. "
"No? "
"I understand now what John meant by you have toys for what I was offering you. I am sorry Molly. You deserved more than that. I ...want you to know... I do want you. I do want that part of our marriage to be good. And active. "
"Really? "
"Yes. Definitely. "
"You don't want to think about it? "
"Just did, silly girl. "
Molly laughed.
"Have you thought about where we are going on our holiday? "
"Not yet. We have time, Sherlock. All the time you need. "
" I thank you. For everything. You deserve so much. I promise I will try to give you what I can. "
"All I want is you. Don't you know that by now? "
"I guess I do. "
"You don't guess. "
"I do now. Like, I guess I need to get myself cleaned up now before Laura bounds in her and asks me very unsuitable questions. "
"Very true. Good Night, Sherlock. "
"Sweet dreams, darling. Oh, and Molly? "
"Yes? "
"Where ever we go on holiday, make sure at least one late night train ride is required. "
Molly and Sherlock were both smiling as they ended the call.