Exciting!!! How about a T rated version of 17? :) Thank you!!
From this prompt list- https://writingwife-83.tumblr.com/post/164059902833/another-kiss-meme
17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away
Ok so I feel like I kind of tweaked this a bit. The whole “slowly peeled away” part…yeah I changed that lol. Idk, this scenario was just the first thing that came to my mind when I looked at that prompt, so hopely you enjoy it despite the fact that what I wrote is probably different pacing than the prompt actually calls for. *shrug* I went with the inspiration haha!
Sherlock barely saw it coming. The second he’d walked into the flat, Molly collided with him at enough speed to shove him backward against the door he’d just shut.
“Molly, you’re still up- mmph!”
His words were drowned instantly as she grasped his face between her palms and lifted up on tiptoes to passionately consume his mouth. He was actually a bit dazed by the time she pulled away.
“Hi,” she breathed out, eyes roving excitedly over his face.
“Well…hello,” Sherlock answered with a little chuckle.
“You were gone so long,” she groaned through clenched teeth, running her palms firmly over his shoulders, chest, and arms as if she were trying to get every bit of what she’d been missing so desperately.
“Yes, it was an incredibly long and taxing week, and I’m relieved to be home now that the case is solved,” he said with a weary little sigh. “And I’ve also been in the air for almost eight hours, so I desperately need to wash up.”
Molly’s eyes lit up even brighter as she took his hand and dragged him, almost too hastily for him to kick his shoes off.
“Oh you’re right, you should have a nice hot shower!” She practically skipped into the bathroom, pulling him in before shutting the door and then turning on the tap.
“Darling, no need to worry about me. I’ll be fine,” Sherlock said kindly as he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on the door. “It’s almost one in the morning. Why don’t you get some rest and as soon as I’m-”
Sherlock’s back hit the bathroom wall as Molly pinned him with unexpected strength, fisting some hair on the back of his head to bring his mouth down to hers again. She used her lips to easily part his and kissed him deep enough to make his tired body simultaneously melt and come alive.
She pulled away again, both of them now breathing hard as she started working at his shirt buttons.
“You were gone,” she gasped, “for too long.”
He heard some little pops as a couple innocent button were sacrificed in the process of her whipping the dress shirt back and off his shoulders.
“A-apparently,” he choked out as she began covering his chest with very appreciative kisses.
He could swear she wasn’t missing one single muscle, as if she were counting them off along the way.
Well, it was Molly. So it was possible.
“Never…leave me for that long…again. I don’t care…if the case…is a twenty!” she practically growled.
The anger in her verbal chastising at his absence was somewhat muted seeing as every few words were punctuated with the warm touch of her lips. She paused a split second to throw her own dressing gown off almost angrily before returning her enthusiastic attention to his skin, moving upward and pressing kisses all along his shoulders and neck.
By that point, especially with the occasional addition of her teeth and tongue, Sherlock could barely think clearly enough to do anything besides hold onto her tightly, burying his fingers in her hair as he basked in the euphoria that only her touch and her lips could offer. Yes, he silently agreed with his wife, he had been gone too long. He’d missed her far more than he realized.
Still happily sighing into Sherlock’s neck, Molly reached over blindly to push the shower curtain aside before finally lifting her head.
“Come on, let’s get in,” she commanded breathlessly with an accompanying tug at his belt.
Sherlock chuckled low as he took her hint and continued with the rest of his undressing, though he went at a more leisurely pace while taking the opportunity to tease just a bit.
“You know, I was wondering if this would happen. I had my doubts and thought that it could be a bit of a myth, so decided to reserve my judgement. But it seems you have indeed turned the corner since my departure for the case. This is what now? Almost fourteen weeks? Mm, yes the timing would make sense. Suppose it’s true what they say then…about the second trimester.” He gave her a little wink.
Molly’s lips twisted in mild amusement, though she was also clearly still oozing impatience as she gestured aggressively toward the shower.
“Are we going to stand here and discuss my hormones or are you shutting up, getting naked, and getting in the shower with me?!”
The fact that she then discarded her sleep shirt and gave him a pointed look while stepping behind the curtain definitely ensured that his choice was to very happily follow her lead. There was quite honestly nowhere else he’d rather be.
Though, he did make a mental note to record the latest findings on his pregnancy spreadsheet in the morning.
