There is only a little bit left until the sequel! I've already started on it. It's kind of bland right now, but I'm trying to spice it up a little so it's more interesting. SEX AT THE END Mature chapter.
CHAPTER 23 - Dark Green May Be Good
As John, Sherlock, and their girlfriends closed the door behind them. The Doctor slowly back up to make sure the door was lock. He lowered his arm holding the sonic to his side, and resumed a relaxed stance, although his eyes were hard.
"Relax, Detective Inspector. We can make a deal here," the Doctor reassured him, moving back to his spot in front of one of the angels. Lestrade swallowed and slowly put his gun back into its holster.
"How do we do that?"
"Give them Liberty."
"What if they use it against us?" Lestrade was confused, but didn't say another words after the Doctor shushed him.
"I'm going to try and lower your voice frequency so we can have a chat, yeah?" He held up his hands in a defensive position, one with the sonic in it. "I'm going to blink, for less than a second. If you agree to talk, put your arms down." He gestured with a hand towards the arms reaching out for him. "If you don't, take me, but leave this man."
After a moment of staring at one another, and Lestrade about to choke from fear, the Doctor blinked. It lasted a nanosecond, but it was enough for the Angel to move. Lestrade held his breath, and when the Doctor went back to staring, both of the angels' arms were down. Lestrade let out the breath.
"Good. I'm not sure how we will have a chat without looking at one another, but at least I can make it so we can hear you!" He lifted the sonic to one of the statue's throat and pressed the button. After a few moments of buzzing, he stopped and did the same thing to the next one. "There! Now, how do we do this?"
He watched the angels thoughtfully.
"Doctor?" Lestrade asked, not sure what to do. His hand was still poised over his gun in its holster, his eyes still on the statue in front of him.
"Alright. Let's see if this works. Now, show you that I'm a trusting Time Lord, I'll close my eyes. Mr. Lestrade, over here, will do the same –"
"What?" Lestrade exclaimed. The Doctor ignored him.
"Remember, take me, not him. If you do that, though, you may never get this lovely woman back. After they finish gathering evidence. It should take only a few days, we'll make sure." He gestured around the room to make sure they knew he was talking about the statue they were standing in. There was a moment of silence. "Detective Inspector, if you please?"
"You said I shouldn't blink!"
"Just do it!"
Lestrade swallowed his fear, encouraging himself to do as was told – this was the Doctor's division, after all. He slowly lowered his eyelids, his whole body stiffening, not sure what to expect if they attacked. Nothing happened. So far, so good, so he left his arms slowly to show compliance. The Doctor must have done the same thing, because after a moment he heard a soft, child-like voice fill the room.
"Why should we trust you, Time Lord? You have gone out of your way to destroy us."
"I was hoping that by closing our eyes, allowing you to move about freely and all that, may lead to a bit of trust."
There was a long moment of silence. It felt too long. Lestrade and the Doctor waited for the Angels to grab their time energy.
"That has helped, Doctor, but this does not mean we are in alliance." The men let out their breaths.
"At the moment, we can be. Sebastian Moran is not going to be able to use your kind anymore."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because that is completely my division," Lestrade replied, feeling a bit more confident in this conversation. "I'm sure you've heard about my partnership with Sherlock Holmes. We always get our man, especially with him on the case."
"Sebastian Moran has mentioned him. He does not like that man very much."
"It seems so," the Doctor answered. "Do we have a deal? We go our separate ways?"
Another long silence.
"It would seem the best at the moment," another voice answered, this time it was just a bit deeper than the other one. The two men felt more relaxed then they had in a long time. "This does not mean that next time we meet will be the same, Doctor."
"I would hope not," the Doctor answered in a low voice. It was easy to hear the anger that was in his tone. The Angels let out soft child-like lives. The Doctor and Lestrade felt the wind rush by them. The Doctor's eyes popped open, looking around the now empty room. He turned to Lestrade, who had his hands in the air and eye tightly shut. "You can open them now, they're gone."
"Oh, thank god," Lestrade gasped, opening his eyes wide and putting his hands on his knees. He sucked in breaths. "I am never going near a statue again."
"Good idea," the Doctor answered with a grin. He pushed the door that was cracked from the Angel's departure to see policeman hovering around the room. Lestrade breathed in and out heavily one last time and followed the man into the room. He was surrounded by other officers in a minute. The Doctor left him to deal with them as he went in search of the captives. He walked by an officer leading Moran towards the door. Moran growled at him, but the Doctor just raised an eyebrow. Straightening his bowtie, he finally found Sherlock, John, Tabitha, and Mary in the far corner, finishing up a conversation with the American police.
John and Mary were still locked in a comforting embrace, while Sherlock and Tabitha leaned against the wall. Tabitha's arms were across her chest, and Sherlock had his arm around her shoulder. The women's faces had more color to them, but the stress and fear of what had happened were still evident by the worrying looks in their eyes.
"How did you get away?" Mary asked quietly while John stroked her hair.
"We made a deal. They get the statue back as soon as the investigation in finished, and we get to keep our time energy for another day," the Doctor answered with a smile.
"How did you speak to them?"
"I used this to lower the frequency of their voices," he replied, tossing the sonic up in the air and catching it with flair.
"Clever," Sherlock murmured, pulling Tabitha in closer.
"Happy New Year, yeah?" John suddenly said. Everyone groaned at his try of humor, including the Doctor.
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Everything went back to normal after that. John and Mary had decided to move into her place, so within a few days, John's room was cleared and his stuff was gone. Mary promised Sherlock that John would always be on call, unless he was otherwise engaged. Mrs. Hudson took it upon herself to deep clean John's old room to make way for baby things. Lestrade had gotten high praise for the capture of Moran, although most of the information had been turned into classified information only the highest of the highs could see.
Mycroft had said the President of the United States wanted to meet with them, but Sherlock had waved him off with a grunt. Tabitha scolded him before turning back to Mycroft saying she would love the opportunity, and that Sherlock had to stay home because he'd be too much of an asshole.
They would know the sex of the baby next week when she went in with her appointment with Dr. Williams for her 18 week check-up. Sherlock had made a point of staying away from anything baby-related, including conversations and questions.
When no one was around, though, he'd take the opportunity to sit or stand next to Tabitha and put his hand on her little bump. His face would go soft, and he'd stare down at where his hand met her skin, sometimes for an hour or so, just looking. It was intimate in his own way, and Tabitha loved that.
In the empty, white room, the dark carpet is freshly vacuumed and the walls freshly coated with primer paint. The three woman sit in chairs in the middle of the room, as Tabitha was learning it was a pain to get up from the floor because of soreness. She held up a strip of light yellow in one hand, while the other one was holding a baby carrot. There was a plate of vegetables on the small folding table next to her. She crunched on the carrot as the other two woman studied the color.
"Yellow? Are you sure? I think gray can be a lovely, neutral color," Mary pointed out, holding up her own color strip. Tabitha wrinkled her nose, and Molly chuckled. "No? Fine, yellow. What kind of yellow?"
"Yellow is too bright." They turned to see Sherlock standing at the door, wearing his suit pants and a dark green button-up dress shirt.
"That's a new color," Tabitha stated, her eyes staring his the straining buttons. She felt her nipples harden, and a vision of that shirt brushing up against her bare chest had her squeezing her legs together. Sherlock seemed to notice, because a knowing grin turned up the corners of his mouth. "Uh, I have go to the bathroom. I think a dark green may be good. Great. Lovely."
She sent Sherlock a glare as he smirked at her, and rushed to the bathroom connected to their bedroom.
"That was weird, even for her," Molly said, concern in her eyes.
"No. She was getting aroused. You may want to put some music on or leave the flat."
The woman's jaws dropped as Sherlock turned to walk away, then their eyes turned to one another.
"Which one do you want to do?" Mary asked.
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John and Victor were discussing a new case that involved two dead bodies, a grave robber, and a trampoline when Sherlock peaked his head around the kitchen door frame.
"Don't interrupt, my fiancée's pregnancy hormones may keep us busy for a while."
John and Victor's mouths gaped as they watched Sherlock make his way to the bedroom. They turned to each other just as Molly and Mary stepped into the living room.
"We should go!" John said, rushing to push the papers into messy stacks. The other three people nodded in agreement, grabbed their coats, and made their way to the door. Just as they opened it, they heard something hit the bedroom door with a loud squeal. "For god sakes," John murmured, hurriedly closing the door behind them.
"Maybe we should warn Mrs. Hudson…" Victor murmured.
"No need, she's gone to Florida to visit family for a week," John replied, quickly hailing a cab.
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Tabitha squealed in surprised as Sherlock pushed her against the bedroom door. He caught her lips in a hot kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned against his mouth as their tongues moved together, and raised a leg over his hip to press herself against him. His hands slid down to the side of her hips, and then he froze. He pulled away, looking down at her with a concerned expression.
"What?" Tabitha asked, breathing heavily with her hands gripping his shoulders. Her body was in overdrive – she was already wet, her breasts her aching, and if Sherlock didn't get naked soon she'd do it herself. The dark-green shirt was now her favorite, she decided. It worked well with his eyes and dark curly hair, which was a mess from her hands at the moment.
"I shouldn't have done that…"
"Shut up and get naked," Tabitha interrupted, pulling him by the back of his head to kiss him again. Their tongues dueled, and their hands worked over his buttons. She bit his lip with a growl as the shirt finally came undone. She hummed in delight as they pulled away to push it over his shoulders. His lips brushed against her cheek and jaw as her hands slid down his bare chest to his trousers button.
"We need to be more careful now with you being pregnant," Sherlock commented between heavy breathes and kisses on her neck. Tabitha tugged impatiently at the button, finally getting it to come undone.
"That's no fun," she replied with a chuckle as she unzipped him and pushed her hand inside. He bit her neck with a groan as she cupped him in her hand. He pressed against her hand, and quickly pushed her shirt over her head, then throwing it across the room. They both panted as he moved his hands to hold her breasts, and she moved her hand up and down his length.
"They've changed," Sherlock murmured, running a thumb over her nipples. Tabitha moaned and thrust her breasts more into his hands. He bent down, making Tabitha slid her hand out of his trousers. She held onto his hips as his tongue softly touched one of the tips. "They're darker."
"Oh!" she cried as he fully licked it.
"More sensitive, as well," he murmured, moving to the other one. Suddenly, he pulled back. She glared up at him panting.
"Seriously, Sherlock, stop it!"
"Get into bed," Sherlock chuckled. Tabitha felt better at his words, and made a show of swaying her hips as she crawled into the bed. She made a show of crawling to the middle, and laying down slightly on her side. Sherlock's hungry eyes followed her as he moved onto the bed beside her. They faced each other, and propping their heads up with their hands and elbows. Sherlock followed his hand with his eyes as he moved over the curve of her waist and hips to stop on her thigh. He pushed her pajama pants down and she kicked them away.
Tabitha growled and pushed his shoulder with her hand, moved to straddle him. Sherlock's held her hips tightly as she pulled down his trousers just enough to let his erection bob out. She wrapped her hands around him, and his hips lifted as he groaned. She glanced at his face, and saw his eyes closed and his head tilted back.
She scooted down and lightly blew on the tip. She looked up into Sherlock's now opened eyes as she took the head of his manhood into her mouth. His eyes watched her hungrily, his breathing more of a pant. She closed her eyes and took him fully inside her mouth, enjoying the taste of him more than ever before. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was because their relationship was becoming more emotional, but all she wanted to do was ride him until he begged her for more. She worked him with her hands and mouth until he pulled at her hair. She pulled away, and straddled him once again.
"Tabitha –"
"Shut up," she panted with a grin. She lifted herself over him and pressed down. She gasped and tilted her head back, her eyes shut, as she began to move without hesitation. She was slick and ready and at the edge. She looked down at Sherlock as she rode his cock.
"You're beautiful," he panted, lifting his hips to meet her movements. They moved together, Tabitha leaned a bit forward and putting her hands on his chest for leverage. He moved his hands around to hold her behind as he lifted up inside her faster.
"Sherlock!" Tabitha moaned, grinding against him, wanting to climax. She bent down and capture his lips in her teeth as he thrust into her, hard and fast.
"Say my name again," he panted, pushing her back to a sitting position as they moved.
"Sherlock," she groaned in a low voice, gasping. She was almost there! Sherlock's fingers pinched her nipples, making her cry out, and making him growl in satisfaction. His hands slide down to hold her waist, on either side of her bump, with his thumbs rubbing it affectionately.
"Come for me, darling," he ordered in a hoarse voice, thrusting hard.
"Oh!" she cried, gripping his hands on her waist as she tilted her head back. She whimpered as she shuddered over him, riding out her climax. He joined her with a grunt, thrusting slowly to finish himself. After moment, she slumped on top of him, and he held her, his arms around her waist.
"Pregnancy suits you."
Tabitha lifted up a bit.
"It turns you on to see me pregnant."
Sherlock cleared his throat as he gently pushed Tabitha off of him. She saw his pink cheeks as they situation themselves on the bed to face each other and their hands under their heads. She grinned at him and kissed his nose. He looked a bit taken aback by the simple affection, but sent her a smile back. She raised an eyebrow and took poked his shoulder with a finger.
"It is arousing to see you swell with child, yes," he admitted systematically. He gave a nonchalant shrug. "It is actually very common among men."
Tabitha felt the words like a sting – he was saying it like he was speaking about research or an experiment. She frowned and turned so her back was to him. Sherlock seemed to notice, because he tentatively touched her shoulder. She sighed and shrugged it off.
"Just hold me, I'm exhausted. We'll talk tomorrow." Sherlock didn't say anything as he did just that.
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