A/N: Another chapter! Of course well here we go.
MycroftxAnthea fluff and JohnxMary fluff.
4. Halloween Party
"No." Sherlock huffed as he stared at the costumes Molly had just ordered. He stood behind her armchair, John had taken his with him, and glared at the screen as if it was its fault not the mousey woman utilising it.
"Sherlock." She wheedled and he glared.
"Why those." He leant over her as she craned her neck back to look at him. One hand stretched up to his hair and she tugged him closer.
"Because you can bite me any day." She kissed him quickly, which deepened until Sherlock grabbed the laptop and moved it away while Molly was still kissing him. As soon as the pressure left her lap she turned, kneeling on the chair and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I find the idea of you as a vampire incredibly hot." She whispered against his lips, before trailing kisses to the spot beneath his ear. She bites his neck and listens to the whine that escapes his throat.
"Molly, this method is not fair." He gasps out as her hands slide down his body, buttons undone quickly and her short nails scratch across his chest.
"Plus, I know you love the idea of me in a corset since you bought me that cursed Alice costume last year with the slashed corset." She purred into his ear and felt his hips twitch into the back of the armchair in response. Sherlock didn't formulate an argument at that point, he just picked her up, enjoying the delighted squeal she gave before the squeals became screams of passion as he took her over his desk.
It put the costumes entirely out of his mind until they arrived. He came back from Scotland Yard to see two cardboard boxes.
One was already open, a black and red ruffle was all that remained. Sherlock felt his heart sink. The damn costumes, he was meant to cancel her order but his memories of that day were somewhat distracted by the delightful noises Molly made when he…
Damn distracted again. Oh and distracted once more.
Molly had stepped from the bedroom, swamped in black and red silk. The black outer silk dress was held back with white lace, revealing more black silk, patterned with a Victorian red design. The corset was nipped in at her waist, a red velvet panel was covered with small black bows that looked suspiciously like bats. The pouffed shoulders dropped to wide white lace sleeves, there was a brocade trim along the seams of the bodice and Sherlock felt his mouth water.
"Afternoon, you're back early. What do you think?" Molly turned in the dress, the silk rustling as she spun and Sherlock was forced to register his brain to mouth.
"I suppose it's okay." He was forced to admit but he made sure he sounded reluctant.
"Well try yours on, I'm sure those trousers can fit your hard on in them." She grinned and Sherlock glared at her but stomped off with the box under his arm. Twenty minutes later, Molly had stripped off her costume and was now sitting idly in the lounge waiting for Sherlock to reappear.
Another fifteen minutes and she was bored of waiting.
"Sherlock!" She stalked into the bedroom to see him glaring at his reflection.
"I do not like this costume." He growls and catches Molly eye. She's looking at him hungrily. "You have a vampire fetish now?" He spins to stare at her and a slow smile curves on her face, a smile that Sherlock very rarely sees; it's her seduction face.
"Maybe." She nods and Sherlock's lazy smile mirrors Molly's.
The costume ends up on the floor.
On the night of Mycroft Holmes' Halloween Party, thrown in actuality by Anthea, his gorgeous girlfriend, Molly and Sherlock turned up suitably matching. Sherlock straightens the velvet cape again and tugs irritably at the white silk and lace cravat that the godawful costume came with.
"If you straighten that top hat one more time Sherlock Holmes I will ram it down to your nose." Molly didn't quite realise her own collar would be so uncomfortable but she bore it in the name of Halloween.
"It's not even a real holiday." He all but growled as he tugged at the velvet covered stiff collar. "These boots are killing me." He whined, pulling at the soft leather boots that Molly knew he actually liked.
"Sherlock. One more sodding word and I will refuse to sleep with you for a week." She hissed out of the corner of her mouth and Sherlock shut up sharpish. "I know you want to test out that cane." She whispers and takes a glass of the punch that Mycroft has had running through an ice sculpture. She can taste the port and feels her lips pucker.
"Mycroft loves port, it gets him through Halloween and Christmas." Sherlock has joined her.
"Sherlock! Molly!" They hear Mary Watson call across the room which she runs across ignoring the dignitaries and nobles who stared.
"Wow Harlequin and Joker!" Molly beamed at Mary's black and red onesie and hat. John's hair had been dyed green and his purple suit hugged his body almost as tightly as Mary did to him.
"I love yours! Bride of Dracula looks hot!" Mary made her twirl. "Have you seen Mycroft and Anthea? She looks amazing, Mycroft looks grumpier than Sherlock does." She winked at the detective who scowled, despite having his interest piqued by his brother's costume.
His curiosity was satiated as the host and hostess appeared. Sherlock's laugh echoed across the room and Mycroft's scowl deepened.
"Beauty and the Beast. Well Anthea you a certainly a beauty." Sherlock swept off his hat and bowed to the pair.
"Be quiet Sherlock." Mycroft drawled.
"Not a chance, this is something I will remember." Sherlock snickered and Mycroft raised an eyebrow in distaste.
"Well Dracula is certainly a novelty for me." He sneered and drew back when Anthea pinched his arm.
"Don't be beastly Mycroft." She raised one eyebrow and a moment passed between the pair.
"I'm coming to next year's party Molly." Sherlock swept Molly into his arms. "Anything to see that minx dress my brother up in outfits."
John and Mary had tactfully disappeared as the two Holmes brothers did not tear their eyes away from their lady loves.
"My sweet bride, I think we should make use of the summer house." Sherlock whispered in her ear and tugged her out of the door.