One foot on the ground (Part 6)
Sorry about the delay folks. Life here has gotten busy and the muse and I are now seriously in battle in the upcoming part. Eventually I will sit down and write more, but apparently the muse has decided to fuck off to Ibeza. I suppose a head cold also doesn't help matter much.
Anyway, this is Part 6 of the light, fluffy Cabin Pressure/Sherlock crossover featuring Martin and Molly. If you're new, check out Part 1
Standard disclaimer: Not mine. I hope Moffat, Gatiss and Finnemore have a sense of humor with me messing with their toys. Un-beta'd so all errors are mine. If you see anything terrible, let me know.
Comments are like a new bottle of Talisker for Douglas
Molly wasn’t the type of girl to have sex on the first date. Her friends always teased her, describing her as a Disney princess. She’d scoff at them, saying she just didn’t want someone to get the wrong impression of her, thinking she was only interested in sex.
Besides, she’d admit she was a romantic -- getting to know someone was important for igniting her desires. If she just wanted a quick fuck, why would she wear heels out on a date or sit through dull superficial discussion with someone interested in talking about his bank portfolio?
These were things that she thought she knew about herself. That she could rely on. So how on earth did she end up naked with Martin in her kitchen?
Normally she wouldn’t have done it, but it started with him arriving dressed in his captain’s suit as he arrived at her flat. Which did look good on him and conveyed a sense of authority that made darker urges sit up and take notice. How long had it been since she scratched that particular itch? Too long, according to the more libidinous portion of her brain.
Being polite, she offered to make a cup of tea and allow him a moment to rest and catch his breath after the long trip. He thanked her, stammering slightly as he removed his cap, tucking it under his arm. Molly put the kettle on the stove, some pleasantries were exchanges and the next thing she knew, she was pressed up against him, her bottom against the counter, grabbing his tie and pulling him to her, her mouth opening under his. She wasn’t even sure who kissed who first, but it didn’t matter. She would never be able to remember who removed what clothing.
It hadn’t been perfect. Toby had to be locked in the bathroom with a box treats to keep from climbing up Martin like a cat tree. The kettle whistled, startling the both of them and Molly had to pull away to turn the stove off and fetch a condom, which threw their rhythm off a bit. There was a lot of the following:
Ow! My hair!
Perfect. Wait. A bit to the left. No, my other left. Yes! Right there.
Is that good? Was that a good sign? I mean I can’t tell between a moan of pain and a moan of --- ooooh
Am I hurting you?
No, you're not, but you're caught on my bra. Here let me --
Your breasts. They're --
Too small I know.
No, no. I like them. Not that they're too small, or too large or too -- they're perfect.
Really? You think so?
Yeah.
That affirmative word, mixed with the look of clear desire in Martin's eyes made Molly lose all insecurities. She pulled Martin closer to her and, like the kissing, things fell into place. Soon they both were wobbly and boneless, sitting on the kitchen floor, slumped up against the cabinets, holding hands and grinning like mad fools. Definitely an experience worth repeating, Molly thought.
There was a long silence.
“Well --” Molly began.
“Well --” Martin echoed.
“That was nice,” she glanced over at him. His hair was sticking up and out in odd directions. For some reason he was still dressed -- his shirt was unbuttoned, the tie still around his neck and pants undone. His jacket was still on and his hat knocked off. “I mean -- I hope you --” she inwardly cursed her awkwardness.
“No, no,” he interrupted. “It was very nice. Better than nice. Wonderful in fact --” He put his arm around her and she snuggled into the crook of his arm. “I’m just a little gobsmacked.”
Molly giggled. “Then we must’ve done it right then,” she said, inhaling his scent. He smelled clean, like a mix of soap and deodorant, but there was also the underlying heavy scent of sex. She glanced up at him, unable to read his expression and for a moment, she worried if she had moved too fast.
He chuckled.
The awkward silence returned. Molly wondered if he would leave. She hadn’t had much planned for the afternoon -- maybe catch a film or just wander around London. Even though she thought about their first date and how badly she wanted to kiss him again, she didn’t expect this to happen today.
“So what’s next?” he asked after a moment. “I mean, we still have the rest of the day. Unless you don’t want to do anything, in which case I’ll find some sort of way to amuse myself.”
Molly pulled back and stared at him. His expression was sincere and hopeful, which bolstered her courage. Reaching past him, she picked up his captain’s hat, which had fallen near him. She could hear him inhale sharply as her naked body slid across his lap. She grabbed the hat, then returned to her previous position before donning it with a rakish tilt.
“Well,” she grinned, before biting her lower lip, “We could just stay in.”
Martin’s eyes widened in surprise and his smile matched hers. “I love that idea,” he replied, before kissing her again.
~~~
Everything was so effortless, both Molly and Martin quickly realized. And after all the slings and arrows that they both were dealt in their daily life, the simplicity of their relationship was welcome in their lives.
Mobile bills skyrocketed as the number of international calls increased. If someone glanced at their bills, they’d notice the calls were placed whenever Martin was on the road and usually before he went to bed.
Given that Martin didn’t have much money, none of their dates were especially extravagant, but that didn’t bother either of them. Molly constantly told Martin that she didn’t need anything posh and that she didn't mind paying for him. But that never stopped him from sending her the odd souvenir from his travels or saving up for a night out. True he had to eat ramen for days afterwards, but the way her eyes lit up and the appreciation she showed him later made it all worthwhile.
It was easy to make her eyes light up, which delighted him. Small things like bringing her a cup of coffee in bed in the morning, an absentminded foot rub while watching the telly or even serving breakfast on her off days, when they had time to be lazy and stay in bed for hours never failed to make her smile. He wasn’t much of a cook, but he could scramble an egg, which was how she liked them and that’s all that mattered.
For Molly, she was thrilled to find someone who was so uncomplicated. Despite his neuroses and insecurities, it was refreshing to be around someone who plainly wore his emotions and thoughts. It was delightful to be around someone who wanted her. Not access to a body or access to a certain consulting detective, but her. A man who found her to be valuable and interesting as a person. Who didn’t mind that her version of a good night was a bit of Glee and pizza. Who didn’t laugh when she danced around the kitchen in a t-shirt and undies, singing along to Beyonce, but instead could be drawn in to join her after a bit of coaxing.
Not just anyone, but a pilot. Who was driven, funny and generous to a fault. It was evident not just in the flowers and the occasional night out or two, but also in the fact that he worked for MJN as basically a volunteer. Despite his pessimistic outlook, Martin did have a good soul that hoped for the best.
Both of them wondered how long such bliss could last. They both could easily recall when a good relationship began to go sour. Both of them knew this was the honeymoon phase. Things couldn’t last like this forever.
While Molly resolved to enjoy this time as much as possible and trust that they’d be able to weather any storm, Martin didn’t quite have the same outlook. Instead, he spent his quiet moments alone waiting with a growing sense of dread for the moment when everything would come crashing down.
Would it end spectacularly, like that time when he was mid thrust with a former flame and she looked up and him and said “I think I’m a lesbian”? Or would she suddenly stop taking his calls and months later he’d find her out with another man? So many ways this could end badly, he realized.
He voiced this once to Douglas, who looked at Martin as if he had lost his mind.
“You finally have a girlfriend who you adore, she adores you and you’re wondering how it will end?” he asked, disbelief tinging his voice. “Just enjoy it now. Que sera sera as the song goes.”
To which, Arthur began singing the song throughout the flight. However he didn’t know all the words, so it was just “Que sera sera” over and over again, mixed with the random Spanish phrases he knew. Martin would never be able to hear that song again without adding the line, “!Evito! Que mi cabeza se ha quedado atascado en la puerta del ascensor.”
That was an agonizing flight home from Morocco. But also enlightening. Martin decided to take Douglas’ advice. The future wasn’t his to see, so he might as well enjoy the moment now. It was the first lucky break he had caught in years, so he might as well enjoy it as much as possible.
Even Molly noticed the change in Martin’s attitude.
“You seem different,” she said after one afternoon where they attempted to watch the A-Team movie, but got distracted by the physics (“You can’t fly a tank! Even with a parachute and using the guns to steer! The aerodynamics and weight distribution are all wrong!” Martin recalled shouting at the screen). Molly got distracted by the way his hands were tracing pattens on her arms, which led to them both getting distracted by something that was decidedly not the movie.
"I'm just happy," Martin replied, before sprinkling kisses along the inside of her wrist. "And I've finally decided to enjoy it instead of worrying about it."
Molly's face brightened and she snuggled in closer to him with a contented sigh as they watched the heroes on the screen attempt three card Monte with shipping containers.
It was a perfect afternoon and at that moment, Martin realized he finally had everything he could ever want -- he had his dream job and had the dream girl. True he didn’t have money, but with Molly, it didn’t matter. For once, life seemed pretty good.
Of course, that’s when things would go to hell.
Part 7
Anyway, this is Part 6 of the light, fluffy Cabin Pressure/Sherlock crossover featuring Martin and Molly. If you're new, check out Part 1
Standard disclaimer: Not mine. I hope Moffat, Gatiss and Finnemore have a sense of humor with me messing with their toys. Un-beta'd so all errors are mine. If you see anything terrible, let me know.
Comments are like a new bottle of Talisker for Douglas
Molly wasn’t the type of girl to have sex on the first date. Her friends always teased her, describing her as a Disney princess. She’d scoff at them, saying she just didn’t want someone to get the wrong impression of her, thinking she was only interested in sex.
Besides, she’d admit she was a romantic -- getting to know someone was important for igniting her desires. If she just wanted a quick fuck, why would she wear heels out on a date or sit through dull superficial discussion with someone interested in talking about his bank portfolio?
These were things that she thought she knew about herself. That she could rely on. So how on earth did she end up naked with Martin in her kitchen?
Normally she wouldn’t have done it, but it started with him arriving dressed in his captain’s suit as he arrived at her flat. Which did look good on him and conveyed a sense of authority that made darker urges sit up and take notice. How long had it been since she scratched that particular itch? Too long, according to the more libidinous portion of her brain.
Being polite, she offered to make a cup of tea and allow him a moment to rest and catch his breath after the long trip. He thanked her, stammering slightly as he removed his cap, tucking it under his arm. Molly put the kettle on the stove, some pleasantries were exchanges and the next thing she knew, she was pressed up against him, her bottom against the counter, grabbing his tie and pulling him to her, her mouth opening under his. She wasn’t even sure who kissed who first, but it didn’t matter. She would never be able to remember who removed what clothing.
It hadn’t been perfect. Toby had to be locked in the bathroom with a box treats to keep from climbing up Martin like a cat tree. The kettle whistled, startling the both of them and Molly had to pull away to turn the stove off and fetch a condom, which threw their rhythm off a bit. There was a lot of the following:
Ow! My hair!
Perfect. Wait. A bit to the left. No, my other left. Yes! Right there.
Is that good? Was that a good sign? I mean I can’t tell between a moan of pain and a moan of --- ooooh
Am I hurting you?
No, you're not, but you're caught on my bra. Here let me --
Your breasts. They're --
Too small I know.
No, no. I like them. Not that they're too small, or too large or too -- they're perfect.
Really? You think so?
Yeah.
That affirmative word, mixed with the look of clear desire in Martin's eyes made Molly lose all insecurities. She pulled Martin closer to her and, like the kissing, things fell into place. Soon they both were wobbly and boneless, sitting on the kitchen floor, slumped up against the cabinets, holding hands and grinning like mad fools. Definitely an experience worth repeating, Molly thought.
There was a long silence.
“Well --” Molly began.
“Well --” Martin echoed.
“That was nice,” she glanced over at him. His hair was sticking up and out in odd directions. For some reason he was still dressed -- his shirt was unbuttoned, the tie still around his neck and pants undone. His jacket was still on and his hat knocked off. “I mean -- I hope you --” she inwardly cursed her awkwardness.
“No, no,” he interrupted. “It was very nice. Better than nice. Wonderful in fact --” He put his arm around her and she snuggled into the crook of his arm. “I’m just a little gobsmacked.”
Molly giggled. “Then we must’ve done it right then,” she said, inhaling his scent. He smelled clean, like a mix of soap and deodorant, but there was also the underlying heavy scent of sex. She glanced up at him, unable to read his expression and for a moment, she worried if she had moved too fast.
He chuckled.
The awkward silence returned. Molly wondered if he would leave. She hadn’t had much planned for the afternoon -- maybe catch a film or just wander around London. Even though she thought about their first date and how badly she wanted to kiss him again, she didn’t expect this to happen today.
“So what’s next?” he asked after a moment. “I mean, we still have the rest of the day. Unless you don’t want to do anything, in which case I’ll find some sort of way to amuse myself.”
Molly pulled back and stared at him. His expression was sincere and hopeful, which bolstered her courage. Reaching past him, she picked up his captain’s hat, which had fallen near him. She could hear him inhale sharply as her naked body slid across his lap. She grabbed the hat, then returned to her previous position before donning it with a rakish tilt.
“Well,” she grinned, before biting her lower lip, “We could just stay in.”
Martin’s eyes widened in surprise and his smile matched hers. “I love that idea,” he replied, before kissing her again.
~~~
Everything was so effortless, both Molly and Martin quickly realized. And after all the slings and arrows that they both were dealt in their daily life, the simplicity of their relationship was welcome in their lives.
Mobile bills skyrocketed as the number of international calls increased. If someone glanced at their bills, they’d notice the calls were placed whenever Martin was on the road and usually before he went to bed.
Given that Martin didn’t have much money, none of their dates were especially extravagant, but that didn’t bother either of them. Molly constantly told Martin that she didn’t need anything posh and that she didn't mind paying for him. But that never stopped him from sending her the odd souvenir from his travels or saving up for a night out. True he had to eat ramen for days afterwards, but the way her eyes lit up and the appreciation she showed him later made it all worthwhile.
It was easy to make her eyes light up, which delighted him. Small things like bringing her a cup of coffee in bed in the morning, an absentminded foot rub while watching the telly or even serving breakfast on her off days, when they had time to be lazy and stay in bed for hours never failed to make her smile. He wasn’t much of a cook, but he could scramble an egg, which was how she liked them and that’s all that mattered.
For Molly, she was thrilled to find someone who was so uncomplicated. Despite his neuroses and insecurities, it was refreshing to be around someone who plainly wore his emotions and thoughts. It was delightful to be around someone who wanted her. Not access to a body or access to a certain consulting detective, but her. A man who found her to be valuable and interesting as a person. Who didn’t mind that her version of a good night was a bit of Glee and pizza. Who didn’t laugh when she danced around the kitchen in a t-shirt and undies, singing along to Beyonce, but instead could be drawn in to join her after a bit of coaxing.
Not just anyone, but a pilot. Who was driven, funny and generous to a fault. It was evident not just in the flowers and the occasional night out or two, but also in the fact that he worked for MJN as basically a volunteer. Despite his pessimistic outlook, Martin did have a good soul that hoped for the best.
Both of them wondered how long such bliss could last. They both could easily recall when a good relationship began to go sour. Both of them knew this was the honeymoon phase. Things couldn’t last like this forever.
While Molly resolved to enjoy this time as much as possible and trust that they’d be able to weather any storm, Martin didn’t quite have the same outlook. Instead, he spent his quiet moments alone waiting with a growing sense of dread for the moment when everything would come crashing down.
Would it end spectacularly, like that time when he was mid thrust with a former flame and she looked up and him and said “I think I’m a lesbian”? Or would she suddenly stop taking his calls and months later he’d find her out with another man? So many ways this could end badly, he realized.
He voiced this once to Douglas, who looked at Martin as if he had lost his mind.
“You finally have a girlfriend who you adore, she adores you and you’re wondering how it will end?” he asked, disbelief tinging his voice. “Just enjoy it now. Que sera sera as the song goes.”
To which, Arthur began singing the song throughout the flight. However he didn’t know all the words, so it was just “Que sera sera” over and over again, mixed with the random Spanish phrases he knew. Martin would never be able to hear that song again without adding the line, “!Evito! Que mi cabeza se ha quedado atascado en la puerta del ascensor.”
That was an agonizing flight home from Morocco. But also enlightening. Martin decided to take Douglas’ advice. The future wasn’t his to see, so he might as well enjoy the moment now. It was the first lucky break he had caught in years, so he might as well enjoy it as much as possible.
Even Molly noticed the change in Martin’s attitude.
“You seem different,” she said after one afternoon where they attempted to watch the A-Team movie, but got distracted by the physics (“You can’t fly a tank! Even with a parachute and using the guns to steer! The aerodynamics and weight distribution are all wrong!” Martin recalled shouting at the screen). Molly got distracted by the way his hands were tracing pattens on her arms, which led to them both getting distracted by something that was decidedly not the movie.
"I'm just happy," Martin replied, before sprinkling kisses along the inside of her wrist. "And I've finally decided to enjoy it instead of worrying about it."
Molly's face brightened and she snuggled in closer to him with a contented sigh as they watched the heroes on the screen attempt three card Monte with shipping containers.
It was a perfect afternoon and at that moment, Martin realized he finally had everything he could ever want -- he had his dream job and had the dream girl. True he didn’t have money, but with Molly, it didn’t matter. For once, life seemed pretty good.
Of course, that’s when things would go to hell.
Part 7