New Beginnings

Part 3

 

 

Watson was feeling happy. Today was Christmas, Holmes fever had broken and more importantly Holmes seemed ready to accept his friendship again, and this was his first Christmas with his wife.  Mary! I'd best head home before heading back to Baker Street, Mary will be most unhappy with me.

 

It was 2:30 am on Christmas morning, Mary was still sound asleep when Watson came home. She looked so peaceful, like an angel.   He kissed her lips tenderly; she awoke and whispered sleepily.  "John?"

 

"I didn't mean to wake you dearest, I just came home to make sure you were all right, and to get a change of clothes."

 

Mary sat up and pulled her husband to the bed, "Is everything alright? " She wrapped her arms around her husband and squeezed him tightly.

 

"Holmes fever broke earlier, and I had to run an errand for him, as he had some important documents that needed to get to his brother.  He is still in danger though and I must hurry. But I will be back later today as I wouldn't miss our first Christmas together."  He spoke excitedly and nearly in one breath.

 

He rose from the bad kissed her cheek and was gone.

 

It was a quarter past three by the time he got back to Baker Street.  Holmes was sleeping and Mrs. Hudson too drifted in and out.  Watson gently roused the landlady, and thanked her for the help.  He took her place in the chair and began his watch.  Though the fever had broken, Holmes still had a bad case of pneumonia.  Watson pulled his chair closer to the bed; he reached for Holmes hand and held it until he fell asleep.

 

It was near 10 am when Watson woke to the sound of coughing. Rubbing his eyes he looked around to find Holmes sitting up and studying him.

 

“Merry Christmas” He said humbly.

 

Watson smiled. ”And to you good sir.”  He reached for Holmes hand and gave it a hearty shake.  “I am sorry to do this but I have to go, Mary is waiting.

 

Holmes nodded, “As ever.”  Holmes started coughing, then stopped.  “Watson. I would not object if you wanted to stop by for a visit from time to time” He turned away almost bashfully.

 

Watson laughed  “Don’t worry Holmes, you are not out of the woods yet, you will be quite sick of my company by the time you are. I shall be here every day to check on you.”  Watson stood and stretched. He gave a great yawn, and turned to walk out.

 

“Watson, I.. That is (COUGH COUGH) Thank you.”

 

Watson waved a cheery good bye to Holmes and made his way home.

 

 

Mary had prepared a wonderful Christmas lunch, the table was laid beautifully, and everything was waiting for Waston when he returned.   They had invited Lestrade over, as he would have been alone. The afternoon was very pleasant. 

 

After Lestrade had left, Watson had fallen asleep on the sofa. Mary  looked at her husband, he was so handsome and yet could look like a child when he slept. He was snoring and sleeping peacefully. Mary smiled to herself, she went to the doorway where the mistletoe was hung, and reaching up she pulled it down.

 

Walking back to her husband she held it over his head and began kissing him, Watson began to stir.  Mary pointed up at the mistletoe “That’s what you get when you fall asleep under the mistletoe”

 

“Am I complaining?” He continued kissing her, his hands roaming up her back to find the buttons of her dress.  He pulled her down onto his lap and began to fondle her breasts. She moaned slightly. Standing up she grabbed his hand and led the way to their bedroom.

 

Once in the bedroom Mary began to undress and Watson helped. He kissed the back of her neck and down her back. As she removed her outer garments. Watson took great pleasure in removing her from her under garments.  When she stood naked before her he gazed at her appreciatively.

 

Picking her up he placed her on the bed, He too got on the bed, and sat above his wife rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, gently at first, then harder, squeezing and pulling at them. He began to bite on them and lick her; he took great pleasure in slowly licking her from her breasts down to her stomach and back again.  Mary moaned softly, Her hands encircled his waist as she scratched at his back. Slowly she moved her hands in little circles, moving one hand to rest upon his backside, while the other moved between his legs. She stroked and rubbed his inner thigh before she reached for his cock. She loved he feel of him, his ridged member stiff in her hand; she gently rubbed her thumb across the sensitive tip. Watson gasped as the waves of pleasure washed over him. Watson kissed down from her nipples and breasts to her navel, his hands glided along tweaking and tickling as he went. Mary cried out as Watson reached her moist sensitive clit. He thumbed it as she had his cock. Mary was wriggling under him, grasping at his backside with one hand, and tugging on his cock with the other she begged for him to love to her. “Please John, please make love to me” She raised her hips and parted her legs. She wrapped one leg around him and grabbed at him, pulling him closer she kissed him, then pushed down with her leg forcing him to enter her.

Watson grasped Mary’s hands and their fingers entwined grasping at each other, Watson thrust slowly into her. “Harder John… Harder…” Watson pace quickened as he thrust harder and deeper into her. “YES! That’s it OH God.” She raised her hips and arched her back as Watson began to pant, his thrusts becoming more and more urgent. Mary released his hands and grabbed at his back pulling him down, her nails dug into him. He moaned her name, he thrust one last time deeply into her causing her to gasp, and several hot bursts erupted from him. When he had emptied himself into her he collapsed upon the bed next to her. Sighing deeply they fell asleep their legs still entwined.

 

Watson woke about 11pm he washed and dressed, and hurried to check on Holmes. He had left Mary a not saying he would be home in a few hours.

 

Watson arrived at Baker Street at 11:30, he humbly apologised to Mrs. Hudson for the lateness of the call, but she happily admitted him. “ He seems much better now, though there is that awful wheezing and coughing”

 

Watson smiled, “That’s to be expected Mrs. Hudson, you may have to put up with that for some time.”

 

The sitting room was warm and cosy; Holmes had managed to get out of bed and was no on the sofa bundled in his blanket.  He was sleeping, and his wheezing seemed a little less, Watson smiled as he watched Holmes sleep. As if sensing someone Holmes opened one eye, he smiled that quick smile and sat up slowly. “First Lestrade, now you, this has been a merry Christmas indeed.” He began to cough.

Watson laughed. “I came to make sure you fever hasn’t returned.”  He reached in his medical bag for his thermometer and his stethoscope.

 

Holmes eyed Watson with that mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well I am feeling a little hot, though I can’t say t it is fever just at the moment,” he said just as Watson began to slide his hand with stethoscope inside his night shirt ,

 

Watson ignored the comment and placed the thermometer in his mouth removing it after the 2 minutes, he looked at it carefully and smiled brightly. “You’re normal Holmes.” he gave the thermometer a good shake down and wiped it clean.

Holmes watched his every move, as he gently rubbed the thermometer up and down. I wish that ere my cock in his hand… “Normal..Hmmm You can not of accuse me of that!”

They both had a good laugh.

 

Watson was true to his word and for the next several weeks was at Baker Street everyday, sometimes just a few minutes sometimes a few hours, Holmes had become Watsons number one patient.