─ tiny dancer, s.h.

[*] ix. None of your business.

Just like yesterday, Melody woke up in Sherlock's arms, but there were a few differences. For one - they were naked. That was definitely not an occurrence this time yesterday morning. Number two - they hadn't had sex four times the previous day. After the first time yesterday morning, they continued to spend the day in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, either sleeping, making love, or just led there, basking in each other's silence, and the comfort of one another's warmth. Now Melody came to think about it - she realized that once they had gotten undressed the first time, they didn't actually get dressed again. But she didn't care, she was content and happy with Sherlock.

Melody slowly peeled her eyes open from what was probably the best sleep of her life, and realized that she was led on Sherlock's bare chest - one hand spread across his torso, and her face buried in his neck. She snuggled in closer, only to hear a little, almost silent chuckle come from the body she was currently occupying. She slowly lifted her head up to meet Sherlock's eyes, which were gleaming with happiness, and it made Melody extremely happy to know that she was the root of it. "May I inquire what is so funny, my love?" She questioned, eyes playfully narrowed, while trying to fight the smirk off her face.

Sherlock's grin spread a bit wider, if that was even possible, at her pet name for him. "Oh, nothing in particular. Just thinking about how loud you managed to scream my name last night. Actually, come to think of it, all day yesterday!" Melody sarcastically chuckled before playfully swatting him on the chest.

"Now I'm definitely not helping you with your problem. You can take care of that all yourself." She cheekily grinned at him. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to what she was getting at. Melody caught on, and gave a glance down to his crotch area, where he had a surprisingly large morning wood. Now it was Sherlock's turn to narrow his eyes at Melody, as she still had a grin on her face. She tried to get up, but Sherlock pulled her straight back down, and on top of him. Once she looked into his eyes, he pulled a puppy face on her, which he knew worked on her every time. He didn't even have to be a genius to figure that out, albeit him working it out quicker than most would.

"You are so annoying. You're lucky I like you, otherwise I would have left you alone and desperate." Melody snorted in a very unladylike manner, but she didn't even acknowledge it. She then whispered something under her breath. "That's what she said." Sherlock rolled his eyes at her, and then started chuckling himself. It was so like her to crack jokes at any moment, and he was sure that with every one, he was slowly falling more and more.

"Now, are you going to help me, or what?" The playful atmosphere disappeared, and lust now took over. Melody looked Sherlock in the eye.

"Yes, Mr Holmes. It would be my pleasure. Or yours - or both of ours." Melody held in a laugh at her comment - she really was on brilliant form with her humor this morning, it must have been the sex. While keeping eye contact with Sherlock, and not moving her body, she slowly reached down between them, and grabbed a hold of the erection that she could feel poking at her stomach. Instantly, Sherlock's eyes flew shut, his eyelids held tightly together. After a couple of seconds, he relaxed a little bit, letting his frown fall off his face, replacing it with the look of complete bliss. Melody got into a rhythm, pumping him at a regular pace - not too fast, not too slow. Sherlock's eyes opened, and his lips parted slightly, when he made eye contact with Melody. He mustered all the energy he could at this moment in time, and brought his hand to her neck, pulling her down to kiss her. The kiss was slow and passionate, one of complete love - even though both of them were currently oblivious to it.