So, here we are at the final chapter. Firstly I have to thank you for the amazing support for this story. I have loved receiving your comments and likes and kudos and it boosts me every single time.

Second, thanks to my friend, Lilsherlockian1975, for her unending encouragement and support when I was writing this; in fact in everything I write. I don't thank her enough but she is always there reading chapters and telling me to keep going.

But enough of me, let's finish the story shall we.

Chapter 13

Molly let her hands run through Sherlock's hair and her head tipped back as he unhooked her bra and revealed her naked breasts. She heard his hum of approval as they were revealed and saw the way he almost reverentially looked at them and it seemed to wipe the previous scorn and hurt from her mind of that disastrous Christmas party.

He seemed to sense what she was thinking because as he moved from one breast to the other he glanced up at her and let his lips curl into a rueful smile. 'I was jealous…even back then, although I didn't quite recognise the emotion at the time. The thought of you with someone else made me cruel but you should know that I love your breasts, I think they're perfect.'

With that she watched, biting on her lower lip as his eyes shut and he closed his mouth over her left nipple before biting on it just enough to send a jolt of lust straight to her core. She moaned and pressed herself against his groin feeling his erection hard and still encased in his jeans. She was eager to feel him inside her once more but they were in no rush. She knew that for once they had all the time in the world.

By the time he finished his ministrations on her breasts she was panting and desperate for more. He put one arm around her back, hutched himself forwards on the settee and then without warning he stood, taking Molly with him and making her squeal in shock as she clung onto him. She had to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck but he seemed to carry her with ease and he even kissed her as he walked them through the kitchen towards his bedroom.

Sherlock's thoughts were obviously in line with her own as he explained to her that he didn't want to just fuck her, he wanted them to make love…even if he did roll his eyes at his own sentimentality.

She didn't care though and instead pulled him down to kiss her as he laid her down on his bed. Molly was intrigued to finally be in his bedroom but all she currently cared about was feeling his body on her own, his chest pressed against hers and his skin under her fingers.

She pushed his open shirt off his shoulders as they kissed and he awkwardly shrugged out of it before she let her hands explore every inch of his back. One day she intended to kiss every inch of him but not today. Today she just wanted to enjoy him; it felt as though they were finally together, like a real couple, something she'd given up hope of them ever being.

He pulled away from her and stood so he could remove his jeans and Molly leant up on her elbows and smirked as she watched him slide the material down over his slim hips, revealing his long legs to her until he was finally naked. She found her gaze caught by the size of his erection and her mouth watered.

He cleared his throat making her glance up at his face and then he gave her a wicked smile and raised an eyebrow. 'Your turn Doctor Hooper.'

She retaliated by sitting up on the edge of the bed, her face mere inches from his beautiful cock, and she looked up through her lashes. 'Not yet.'

Then she ran her hands down from his waist to his hips before bringing one hand forwards to take hold of his erection. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around it she felt him pulse and his hips jerked forwards a little involuntarily.

She couldn't resist looking up at him again as she opened her mouth and let her tongue lazily stroke over his glans and she saw his eyes almost roll back into his head as she did and she loved having the power to arouse him in this way.

Slowly, taking her time, she started to slide her mouth over his cock, taking him deeper inch by inch and then releasing him before starting again. Within minutes he was pulling away, breathing heavily and begging her to stop. Part of her didn't want to. She wanted to taste him and swallow him down but she also wanted her own pleasure and it was that which made her comply. There'd be plenty of opportunities for that in the future and she already couldn't wait. She wondered whether they'd leave this bedroom at all in the next 24 hours for anything other than snacks and the loo. She certainly didn't plan on going anywhere.

She lay back down on the bed and once she'd undone the button and zip on her skirt he pulled it down and threw it onto a nearby chair but he stopped her before she could remove her knickers.

'Ah..ah not yet.'

Then he climbed onto the bed resting between her legs and he kissed her again, his tongue moving into her mouth as his cock rubbed against her through the thin material of her pants. He felt so good and she couldn't help but moan at the feel of him so close to her centre. She could feel her orgasm starting to develop and she let out a peeved huff when he started to kiss his way down her body and the pressure from his cock was removed.

He chuckled against the skin of her stomach and just told her to be patient.

Once he reached the line of material at her hips he took his time sucking in the skin near her left hip bone until he'd left his mark there. Then he kissed and licked his way across to her other hip. All the while Molly was arching on the bed and threading her hands into his hair begging him to touch her, needing something to ease the growing ache between her legs.

At one point he lifted his head and teasingly asked her whether he needed to tie her up and all she could do was let out a breathy 'oh God' at the thought but he made no move to do it.

Finally he moved lower and he pressed his nose against the damp material of her knickers inhaling her scent and telling her how good she smelt and the only thing she could think about was the fact that his mouth would soon be on her and giving her some satisfaction. Her mind was full of him and how he was making her feel; she couldn't even contemplate anything else.

Slowly he removed her knickers and when he kissed her clit he had to hold her hips down with one hand to stop her from bucking up against him.

Her hands had moved to the sheets on his bed and she was clutching at the material, twisting it in her grasp as she writhed beneath him. He'd been teasing her for too long and there was no way he was going to be able to eek this out much longer because as his tongue slid from her clit to her entrance she was already feeling her inner muscles starting to clench and unclench.

'Oh God, oh God…'

As her climax washed over her she felt Sherlock's grip tighten on her hips and she felt him groan against her, which just added to her pleasure knowing that he was getting turned on himself from what he was doing.

As she started to relax he knelt up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and all she could do was smile and hold her arms out to him. She was ready, they both were.

When they kissed she could taste herself on his lips and tongue and that along with the feel of his naked body against her own meant she was already feeling lust and need swirling through her body once more.

She lifted her knees, cradling his body and helped him to position himself and then she looked up at him to find him looking at her as he started to enter her. She couldn't seem to look away but the emotion that seemed to swell inside her at the look on his face was almost too much to bear. It was a look she'd only ever seen in her dreams and even then it hadn't compared to this reality.

As he reached the limits of their bodies his eyes closed and she saw him exhale and she knew just how he felt. It was like they were two pieces of the same puzzle finally clicking into place. For a moment they were still, enjoying the feeling but then desire and need started to make itself known again.

As he withdrew and plunged back into her it sent shockwaves through her body and she knew she would come again and soon.

She let her hands slide down Sherlock's back, down and over that biteable, gorgeous bum and she urged him on with her palms. She could feel his muscles working, heard as his groans became louder and she knew it wouldn't be long before he came. He was hitting her just right. She could feel her climax building….building….and then she was crying out his name, her body tense and strung out like a bow as she came.

Sherlock didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing Molly come. The sound of his name on her lips in that moment had his own orgasm ripping through him until he finally collapsed, sated, onto her small body. He took a moment to press his lips against hers before he moved to one side, pulling her with him into an embrace whilst they both got their breath back.

He knew in that moment that everything had changed for him. Not just emotionally but in every aspect of his life. He wanted her here with him, living alongside him, lying by his side as he slept. He wanted to protect her, to love her and to show her his love as often as their bodies would allow it. It was a profound and strange feeling but it wasn't the unnerving one he had always thought it would be…it just felt like coming home.

Epilogue

Molly had been with Sherlock for just over two months and she was starting to give into the idea of moving in with him. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she did. She had just been worried that it was a knee jerk reaction from him and that he would regret asking her. So far he had shown no signs of backing down and her resolve was weakening. The idea of waking up with him every day…well, when he wasn't on a case, being an integral part of his life was more than she had ever hoped for.

They hadn't been back to the club since they had first got together, they hadn't really needed to. In a way Molly missed it, the sights and sounds, the anonymity of it all. Seeing Sherlock masked and dripping sex appeal. It was these images that she had turned to today when she'd had a particularly tedious day at work. It had been all paperwork and stock checking the chemicals, no bodies and no autopsies and she hadn't been able to stop her mind from wandering.

She knew Sherlock was similarly bored as well at the moment. He'd texted her three times already complaining that there were no cases, that John was an idiot, that Lestrade was useless and then yet another begging her to come home early.

It gave Molly an idea and she mulled it over before finally deciding and as she sent the text to Sherlock she could already feel a frisson of excitement and arousal rushing through her. She bit her lip and smiled as she pressed send. She just hoped that Sherlock would feel the same way.

Meet me at the club? 8.00. Mx

It only took a couple of minutes before the reply came back.

Perfect. I'll be there and I'll be watching out for you. SH

And there we shall leave them; I'll leave it up to your imagination as to what they get up to in the club that night. Do me one last favour before you go though…one last review, make my day.

As for the next fic I've decided to start the Christmas one, it's a crime fic and I'll start it in about a week. I hope you'll join me…till then take care xxx