Hey, I'm back, and I'm sorry this took so long. I'm afraid my writing muse is not what it once was and so content will be patchy going forwards. I have finished this little two-shot though and I am almost finished with a Halloween fic, so you will get some content going forwards. Aside from that I've been enjoying my summer holidays - it's all back to work now though.
Anyway, shall we pick up where we left off. As most of you will know this is a sequel to Four Dreams and One Reality…a smuttier sequel ;).
Dream Lover
Two weeks! Sherlock made her wait a full two weeks before he let their relationship become more physical. Whilst Molly really hadn't felt up to it for the first 48 hours, she would have been more than happy to progress things from that point on, but Sherlock had stood firm.
At first it had unnerved her, made her lose confidence in him…in them. It had all felt so dreamlike those first few days, probably not helped by how much she was still needing her sleep.
Sometimes, when she awoke in the middle of the night; she'd turn her head on the pillow, still expecting to be alone. Every time, the sight of Sherlock sleeping next to her, his face wreathed in shadows, would have her breath catching in her throat. At first all she could do was watch him, partly nerves, partly that she struggled to sleep on her right because of the bruise. As her injuries healed though and her confidence in 'them' grew she'd rollover and put her head on his chest, feeling him unconsciously shift himself as he wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer.
Then one night, almost two weeks after she'd left the hospital, she'd found her hands sliding over his body, desperate to feel his skin under her palm. She'd come so close to losing him, to losing the chance for this, so many times…and now, she didn't want to waste any more opportunities.
She smiled to herself as Sherlock moved in his sleep, lifting her hand for a few seconds for fear of waking him. It was just too tempting though. Slowly, but surely, her palm crept lower until she was able to move her hand under his T-shirt. His skin was warm…smooth…it made her mouth water. She could imagine licking and kissing his chest and stomach and it made her insides clench with need as desire unfurled within her.
It was as her finger was sliding along the edge of his pyjama's waistband that he let out a slight groan, and hearing that sound had another burst of arousal rushing through her.
Slowly, Molly let her hand move over the material, her nails scraping down his thigh. She knew even without touching him that he was hard. She could feel the material pulling under her fingers as his erection strained against his pyjama bottoms.
But just as she let her hand graze against it Sherlock's fingers wrapped around her wrist. His voice when he spoke was low, gruff and sexy and just seemed to make Molly just feel even more horny than she already was.
'God, Molly, you're killing me...' She heard him take a deep breath and she knew she was holding her own, waiting for him to continue. '…but we can't.'
'Why can't we?' She heard the whine in her voice, but she didn't care. She wanted him, more than ever.
'You know why. You've not been signed off by your doctor yet, and I will not take advantage of you when you're still ill."
Molly kissed his chest. 'I don't feel ill Sherlock, I feel horny. A few days won't make any difference.'
'They might…John said…'
'I don't care what John said, since when have you ever cared what anyone else says.'
'Since I started caring about you and your health. We…I…nearly lost you Molly. I'm not taking any chances.'
When she replied her voice was a whisper and sounded nervous even to her own ears.
'But you do want me?'
At that he rolled over, so he was facing her, and she felt his hand cup her face; saw his eyes burning into hers even in the shadows of the room. 'You have no idea how much Molly. I am not normally a man of patience so believe me when I say that this is as hard…if not harder…for me than it is for you. It's only another week or so. We've waited this long, we can cope.'
Molly huffed. 'I'm not sure I can actually.' But she rolled over and let him hug her to his chest, his arm across her waist as she fell back to sleep.
The very next day when Sherlock was thankfully out with Lestrade, for the first time since her accident, Molly rang her doctor. She thanked God when she heard that they'd had a cancellation and it meant that they could squeeze her in that day for her final check-up. After the night she'd just had she had no intentions of waiting a moment longer. Molly grinned to herself in anticipation as she hastily got dressed and then went down to catch a cab.
As she sat in the cab watching the busy London streets, she thought back over what a huge turn her life had taken since her accident. It still felt a little strange living at Baker St. She knew she couldn't stay forever; they were way too early in their relationship for such a huge commitment, but a week earlier, when she'd said she was ready to go home, Sherlock had looked so hurt and devastated that she'd relented and agreed to stay until she'd at least had her final doctor's appointment. It felt so easy though. She'd slipped into the life she'd always dreamt of, and it was better than she'd ever imagined. They'd always got on, always had plenty to talk about when he'd come into Barts, and it was no different now they were temporarily living together,
Molly loved having someone to cook for, and Sherlock always had a tale to tell about a recent case, or about his day. She loved being the one he told it too; to hear it first hand, not having to rely on John's blog as she had in the past. She knew it couldn't last, but as much as she wanted to progress her relationship with Sherlock, she knew the downside would be moving back home. Even Toby seemed settled, enjoying having extra people pampering him. Not only did he get extra food from Mrs Hudson, but he would also regularly curl up on Sherlock's knee and the Consulting detective would absent-mindedly stroke him or scratch his ear as he thought through the puzzle of his latest case.
Thankfully, her appointment didn't last long, and when she left she'd been given a clean bill of health. There had been no lasting damage, her headaches had finally stopped a few days earlier, and what little was left of the bruising was able to be almost covered by a bit more make-up than Molly normally used. She left walking on air and feeling so happy that she thought she might burst. Instead of catching a cab back she decided to walk, taking in some air and exercise, and browsing the shops as she made her way back.
It was in one such shop that she found a gorgeous nightdress. It was more expensive than anything she'd previously bought, but the silk and lace was so soft and seemed to cling to her in all the right places. The idea of being naked in front of Sherlock was still a little nerve-wracking…in fact the whole idea of them actually having sex still seemed like an unattainable dream, no matter how much kissing had taken place recently. She just needed a little confidence booster, and this nightdress was it. She just hoped that Sherlock would like it as much as she did.
It was late afternoon by the time she got back to Baker St. As she made her way in through the front door Mrs Hudson popped her head out of her flat.
'I wondered if that was you Molly dear. I've just this minute made a pot of tea, and the biscuits that I made earlier are ready for eating. Would you like to join me?'
Molly grinned and nodded her head. 'I'd love to.'
She shed her coat and bag as she went into the flat and joined Mrs Hudson in her tiny kitchen at the back. The smells of baking always reminded her of visiting her gran when she'd been little, but Mrs Hudson was no fluffy haired grandmother.
'So, I see you've visited that lingerie shop on Jackson St. Can I take it that things will be getting more physical between yourself and Sherlock? About time too, though I understand why you waited, what with your injury and all.'
Molly almost choked on her biscuits, and she had no doubt that her face was a flame red in embarrassment.
'I..umm…'
'Oh, don't give me that. I still know what it's like to be in love, and to want your man so badly you think you might combust. Well, don't worry about disturbing me, I have plenty of audiobooks I need to get through. And anyway, I have a date of my own this evening, with Mr Sheridan, you know…from the bookstore over by the tube station. He's been asking me out for months, and I thought why not…'
In the end Molly stayed chatting with Mrs Hudson for almost an hour before making her way back up to Sherlock's flat. On checking her phone she'd seen a text from Sherlock letting her know that he'd be home late, and to eat without him and she smiled happily; that would give her plenty of time to get ready.
First things first she knew she needed a nap. Whilst physically she was well, she still hadn't quite got back up to her normal energy levels, and she wanted to make sure she had plenty of energy for later. On waking she had a leisurely bath, curled her hair and put on just enough make-up to cover the remains of the bruise…though she suspected it wasn't really necessary…it's not as if it could fool someone with Sherlock's observational skills.
That thought had nerves skittering through her. She was going to be naked…with Sherlock…having sex with him. It excited her and terrified her in equal measure.
By nine o'clock she was curled up in Sherlock's chair wearing the new nightdress covered by his indigo dressing gown. She loved wearing his dressing gowns, even if they did swamp her; they smelled of him, and she'd seen him looking at her when she wore them in such a way that she just knew it was turning him on.
She was also grateful for the bottle of wine she'd bought on her travels. She wasn't a big drinker, but tonight was definitely a moment for a bit of Dutch courage; the glass of Malbec was doing the job perfectly.
It meant that when she heard the door open and close downstairs, she was ready. As she heard his footsteps on the stairs, she felt her heart rate pick up a notch and she stood ready to greet him…knowing that this was it…the moment all her fantasies and dreams would come true.
I hope you like the build-up and anticipation. I'll be back soon with the final part. In the meantime, indulge me with your thoughts xxx
