[A/N: Here is the sequel to Tell Tale Heart! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. I swear it will get more interesting. This is more of a fluffy chapter to begin with. Also, as a fair warning, there is smut in this one. For those who haven't read TTH I would suggest you do before reading this story because you will be lost. As always, enjoy!]

Ch 1

"Alyson Eris Wolfe… Will you do the honor of being my wife?"

My throat felt clogged with emotions and I could feel tears stream down my cheeks as I just gazed down at his hand that was holding the beautiful black velvet box. He hadn't even opened it yet. Shit, he could have bought me a twenty-five cent ring for all I cared. My eyes flicked over to his face to see complete and utter confusion plastered there.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sherlock asked as he began to shift uncomfortably at the tears cascading down my cheeks and dripping off of my chin. I couldn't help but let out a sound that was a mix between a sob and a laugh, then shook my head. I still couldn't speak so I just flung my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of soap, chemicals and nicotine. "Why are you crying if I did nothing wrong?" His deep voice was still laced with confusion. For being so damn intelligent he sure was a moron. I let out a shuddering breath and pulled away from him.

"You are such an idiot," I grunted out while caressing the side of his face, rubbing the pad of my thumb gently along the prominent cheek bone. "I love you so much you arse. Yes, of course I will marry you!" I beamed at him, my heart feeling so full with love and happiness. His lips twitched at the corners and his eyes had this glorious twinkle in them full of a love I didn't know could exist in the insufferable consulting detective that had my heart. I began to laugh hysterically at the scene before me, finally noticing that we were both naked, me on the edge of the bed and him on his knees before me and he just proposed to me in the most asinine way possible. He didn't have a single romantic bone in his body, and I adored it. "You better put that damn ring on my finger before I change my mind Holmes," I said playfully as I caught my breath. Sherlock furrowed his brows and opened the box up, revealing a gorgeous white gold ring with a black diamond as the centerpiece, smaller white diamonds surrounded it on either side and trailed all the way until the band would hit the underside of my ring finger. I bit my lip, amazed that he had picked something so simple and so beautiful for me. It was perfect. He gingerly slid the engagement ring onto my left ring finger, then kissed my knuckle softly. My breath hitched and I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer for the love and need I had for my now fiancé.

He stood up, now looming over me and grinned like a fool, then I forced him down and began to smother him with passionate kisses that sent white hot hunger throughout my body. He let out a groan at my suddenness and I could feel him becoming aroused against my thigh which only made it even more unbearable to control my urges. I needed this man now. With that I quickly pulled his hardening penis against the entrance of my vagina and stroked him with practiced perfection until he was ready to enter. I tugged at his hips as indication to take me and he happily obliged while placing his lips hungrily against my own. He began to thrust into my body slow and methodically, knowing it would build up the need to release in both of us. I hate to admit it, but once we began our sexual endeavors he became a fiend, something I took pride in because I was the only woman to actually do this to him. He began to knead my breasts with his hands as he continued to torture my body with his teasing ways.
"Fffffffuuuuucccckkk," I groaned out in agitation, wanting more. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he chuckled and then took one of his hands and began to rub his thumb in slow circles along my clit, upping how tense I already was, and then he began to move his hips a little faster and rougher, finally not resisting the need to have us both release. I grazed my nails along his strong back, feeling his body under my hands as his muscles shifted constantly, it brought me over the edge and I closed my eyes as I let out a loud moan, feeling my muscles tighten against his hardness as I hit my orgasm. That's what finished his rational thinking and he began to lose his pace, trying hard to finish himself off. I gasped loud and could feel myself crying his name, although I couldn't hear it with my own ears. He let out an animalistic snarl and shuddered against me before resting his head against my chest, his breathing was labored and I was panting while I ran my fingers into his dark curly mass of hair. I would never get used to the fact that he was mine. My heart was pounding and the want for a cigarette hit me hard. I shifted a little, giving my lover the sign that I needed to get up. He rolled over to watch as I got up and began to clean myself up a little, then I stumbled off to the balcony, swiftly grabbed my silky robe and threw it over my naked body. I quickly snatched up my pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with shaky hands, then lit it up, while sitting down by the small table that was out on the walk out porch. I let out a soft moan, pleased by the feel of nicotine in my lungs. I knew my sexual urges were far from over with the man I was now engaged to, but we both needed to reload.

Eventually Sherlock came out, a swagger in his step. Cocky bastard. I rolled my eyes and held out the pack to him, now on my second cig as I looked out at the view of the mountains we had the opportunity to gaze at. It was peaceful. Of course I had to open my big fat mouth and make fun of him.

"Domesticity looks rather good on you Sherlock," I said as I exhaled smoke and smirked. Sherlock let out a laugh and rolled his eyes at me. We both knew that wasn't true. He wasn't even close to being domestic and I would prefer it that way. The excitement of a new case to solve was something he would never give up and I didn't want that to end, even if we were to get married.

"Does it now?" Holmes said, a smug look plastered on his face. I grinned at him and poked my tongue between my teeth.

"Not really, no. You're too busy to be domestic, but I adore that about you." I crossed my legs, my robe riding up which caused Sherlock to gaze at me darkly. "Ooo, like what you see Mr. Holmes?" I gave him a cheeky smile and sucked in another lung full of smoke, then I stood up while exhaling. "We need to get ready to go see Sasha, Aiden and Emerson, I'm gonna go take a shower." With that I extinguished my cigarette and shambled to the bathroom. It was absolutely stunning in there, a large stand up shower that looked as if it was something straight from a catalogue. Stone embedded the walls and the floors were a rustic wood that was faded to perfection. The little bit of wall that was not stone was a forest green. There was a double sink vanity and a toilet sitting not far off from that. I disrobed and hopped into the shower, turning it on as hot as I could tolerate. I slowly began to clean myself off when I heard the door creak open and Sherlock emerged into the steaming hot bathroom then joined me in the shower. I would be lying if I said that we didn't make out a little while washing up. Once I had finished scrubbing my body clean I got out, quickly put on a pair of black boy short panties and a comfortable black cotton push-up bra. I tugged on a pair of distressed light blue skinny jeans, a black tank top and some comfy black flip flops because it was actually pretty warm in Colorado in June. I decided that I would get a new tattoo while here, I just hadn't told Sherlock that yet, although he probably already knew. I'm an open book to the man. I put on black eyeliner and mascara then sprayed myself with the most recent perfume I had purchased. It smelled of lavender and sandalwood and was absolute heaven to my senses. After Jim disappeared I couldn't wear the lilac and vanilla spray I had, I tossed it as soon as I got home. I was pulling my long hair which was now almost to my bum up into a messy chingion and pinned it together so no loose strands would escape through the day. Sherlock was sitting on the bedside already dressed by the time I had finished. He was in his usual three piece suit in black with a deep purple dress shirt to accentuate it. His top two buttons were undone and he looked so damn handsome. I grinned as I held my hand out to my consulting detective. He took my hand and we left to go see our friends.

Sherlock

"OHMGOSH!" Sasha's trill made him wince, recalling a time when Alyson had awoken him that way what seemed like ages ago. Aiden was holding a chunky Emerson with brown hair and big blue eyes in his arms facing the scene before all of them. As soon as they had walked in Sasha had instantly zeroed in on the engagement ring that had just hours prior been put on Alyce's nimble left ring finger. "Were you two even dating before this happened?!"

"Well, we never put a label on it.." Alyce replied back lamely. She gave a shrug and glanced over to Sherlock and Aiden with an expression that cried out save me! Sherlock couldn't help chuckling as Sasha continued to rain questions down on her about everything. Eventually she was able to escape and ran over to Emerson to love on the precious chubby, mocha-skinned baby boy with brilliant blue eyes and curly brown hair as the couple took off. He could feel a lump form in his throat as he watched the young musician lift the chunky baby into her arms, looking as if she was meant to be a mother herself. He never thought he would want to procreate, but Alyson stirred something inside of him that yearned to see her with a swollen belly that was full of life that they had created together. He was snapped out of his reverie when Alyce nudged him with her elbow and buried her face into his arm. "Babies are full of energy." She groaned out as she huffed against his suit jacket. They had decided to watch little Emerson so Sasha and Aiden could go out for a date night, it would seem Alyce wasn't expecting a tiny human to be so much work.

"You should have thought about that before you volunteered yourself to watch the little drooling creature," he retorted while rubbing her back lovingly. Her grey eyes looked up to him and were full of what he could assume was defiant determination now that he had teased her. She shoved the tiny chunky child into his arms and smirked as he gave her a lost expression. Emerson began to tug on the lapels of his jacket and bounced in his arms. He didn't know what to do, it was his first time holding something so fragile. The little baby looked up at him and gave a toothless grin which showed off his cheek dimples. Emerson began to squeal and speak in baby jibberish which sounded like a foreign tongue that no one could understand. "Why do I have to hold it?" Sherlock whined out while Alyce skipped off to the kitchen with a large cheeky grin plastered on her face.

"Shouldn't start crap Mister Holmes! Besides, I'm making him a bottle and putting him to bed. It's getting late. After that we can steal some wine from Sasha and Aiden's stock and relax." She poked her head out and gave him a wink. He let out an exaggerated sigh as he impatiently waited for his lover to finish her dilly dallying.

"Well Mrs. Holmes, you should hurry up." He grumbled out while looking down at the adorable little boy who yawned and rested his tiny head onto Sherlock's chest. He felt nervous at the innocent gesture while he ran his hand against the babe's back to relax the small thing even more. Alyce came out and stopped dead in her tracks as she watched him holding Emerson lovingly. She began to quietly tiptoe up to him and took the now dozing baby from his arms and silently went off to the nursery. His heart was hammering into his throat as he sat down on the beige couch in the sitting room, his mind full of thoughts on tiny feet, little hands and minds that were like sponges. Was he really wishing to have a child? That couldn't be, he had never wanted a disgusting dirty faced little spawn before, why would he now? Even if he had finally admitted he loved Wolfe, it didn't mean he wanted a child. Did he want a child?

He was stuck in his mind palace as Alyce sat down next to him and rested her head against his shoulder. He glanced down at her for a split second before staring blankly at nothing once again. She grinned and began to play a movie on the large flat screen television before jumping up and dashing off to go get two glasses of red wine, she already knew he would need it after all of the hard thinking he was doing. He rested his hand on her lap when she got back and took the glass of wine right from her hand, taking a large swig. He wasn't a fan of drinking, but right now, he needed to dim his senses and calm his mind.

"By the way, I really like the way Mrs. Holmes sounds. Has a nice ring to it." Alyce quipped out as she cuddled up to him and began to drink her own glass of wine. It was dry, but surprisingly sweet for a red wine. It had the hint of cherries and chocolate in it and was quite satisfying. He still couldn't get his thoughts to stray away from the idea of his fianceé bearing his child, even when she had fallen into a peaceful sleep against him. Hesitantly he pressed one of his hands to her abdomen and began to gently rub her there, yearning to feel little thumps suddenly. She had changed him completely and he prayed that he could give her anything and everything she could ever want. He was terrified he couldn't, especially with Moriarty still alive. Only time would tell.