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picture_prompt_funTitle: Winter Rose
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Length: 500
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Molly Hooper/Jim Moriarty
Warning/Notes: Cunnilingus
Challenge: Advent Day 10
Summary: Moriarty hasn't a Christmas gift for Molly.
He would have fled as soon as he heard the footsteps if he’d not smelled the perfume as well.
“I’m that predictable?” he asked when she was in earshot.
“Only to one who knows where you go when you’re trying not to smoke.”
As if on cue, snow began to fall.
“Rough day at the office?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes you’re the Nutcracker. Sometimes, the Rat King.”
“Sherlock got the better of you?”
“Today. In a matter that seems quite trivial compared to the fact that you’re standing here.”
She smiled. “What was it?”
“A cursed pink diamond called the Winter Rose.”
“Stolen?”
“Of questionable lineage.” He sighed. “I haven’t anything for you for Christmas, my Queen, except devotion.”
He neared her and licked the snowflakes from her neck with the tip of his tongue. He caressed her racing pulse and felt his own leap response.
“You’re an impossible person to shop for,” she complained. “A drink at mine?”
He held her gaze for a long moment as the snow fell about them, then he kissed her lips softly and nodded.
---
“It’s sweet,” he said as he nibbled along the nape of her neck.
“It’s the Chambord.”
“I mean, this. You.”
“Are Rat Kings always this romantic at Christmas?”
“They are when they’re not invited to a party where their Sugar Plum Fairy has worn this dress.” He eased the zipper down and sent the pink satin and tulle to the floor. Then he kissed down her spine and to the cleft of her buttocks where he bit at the tiny pink ribbons.
“It’s sort of like that fairy in Sleeping Beauty,” he whispered as his hands urged her to turn. “Makes you want to curse things.”
She stepped ‘round the dress as she twisted, then leaned back against the counter, offering him her pussy.
He licked and licked and licked at the pink satin until she begged. Then he curled the knickers down and she opened her legs wide and he put his mouth to her and…
…stopped abruptly, emitting a noise of surprise.
He eased back on his heels and looked up.
“Go on. It’s yours.”
He put his fingers inside her and pulled out what was there.
In the centre of the cotton padding was a pink, tear-dropped-shaped stone.
He got to his feet and held it to the light. Then he stared at her, mouth slightly open.
“How? Did Sherlock give it to you?”
She shook her head. “He’s probably just noticing it’s gone.”
“You are marvelous,” he said with undisguised admiration. Then he kissed her lips. “How? Please tell me.”
“Sometimes you’re the Rat King, sometimes, the Nutcracker, but then there’s the Sugar Plum Fairy.”
“Don't tease. How?”
“I took it off him when he and John were fucking in the morgue.”
“It’s yours, you know. I got it for you.”
“I don’t want curses. Just you.”
He smiled, dropped the diamond in the glass, swept her up in his arms, and took her to bed.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Length: 500
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Molly Hooper/Jim Moriarty
Warning/Notes: Cunnilingus
Challenge: Advent Day 10
Summary: Moriarty hasn't a Christmas gift for Molly.
He would have fled as soon as he heard the footsteps if he’d not smelled the perfume as well.
“I’m that predictable?” he asked when she was in earshot.
“Only to one who knows where you go when you’re trying not to smoke.”
As if on cue, snow began to fall.
“Rough day at the office?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes you’re the Nutcracker. Sometimes, the Rat King.”
“Sherlock got the better of you?”
“Today. In a matter that seems quite trivial compared to the fact that you’re standing here.”
She smiled. “What was it?”
“A cursed pink diamond called the Winter Rose.”
“Stolen?”
“Of questionable lineage.” He sighed. “I haven’t anything for you for Christmas, my Queen, except devotion.”
He neared her and licked the snowflakes from her neck with the tip of his tongue. He caressed her racing pulse and felt his own leap response.
“You’re an impossible person to shop for,” she complained. “A drink at mine?”
He held her gaze for a long moment as the snow fell about them, then he kissed her lips softly and nodded.
---
“It’s sweet,” he said as he nibbled along the nape of her neck.
“It’s the Chambord.”
“I mean, this. You.”
“Are Rat Kings always this romantic at Christmas?”
“They are when they’re not invited to a party where their Sugar Plum Fairy has worn this dress.” He eased the zipper down and sent the pink satin and tulle to the floor. Then he kissed down her spine and to the cleft of her buttocks where he bit at the tiny pink ribbons.
“It’s sort of like that fairy in Sleeping Beauty,” he whispered as his hands urged her to turn. “Makes you want to curse things.”
She stepped ‘round the dress as she twisted, then leaned back against the counter, offering him her pussy.
He licked and licked and licked at the pink satin until she begged. Then he curled the knickers down and she opened her legs wide and he put his mouth to her and…
…stopped abruptly, emitting a noise of surprise.
He eased back on his heels and looked up.
“Go on. It’s yours.”
He put his fingers inside her and pulled out what was there.
In the centre of the cotton padding was a pink, tear-dropped-shaped stone.
He got to his feet and held it to the light. Then he stared at her, mouth slightly open.
“How? Did Sherlock give it to you?”
She shook her head. “He’s probably just noticing it’s gone.”
“You are marvelous,” he said with undisguised admiration. Then he kissed her lips. “How? Please tell me.”
“Sometimes you’re the Rat King, sometimes, the Nutcracker, but then there’s the Sugar Plum Fairy.”
“Don't tease. How?”
“I took it off him when he and John were fucking in the morgue.”
“It’s yours, you know. I got it for you.”
“I don’t want curses. Just you.”
He smiled, dropped the diamond in the glass, swept her up in his arms, and took her to bed.
