The final chapter, it always seems to weird getting to the end of another fic. I remember getting the idea for this so many months ago and now it's at an end. Parting is such sweet sorrow!

Chapter 19

It seemed that even after ejaculating Sherlock was still wanting more because he slid to the floor in front of her and then drew him to her for another kiss. His tongue was tangling with hers and she knew she was moaning and desperate.

His hands came up behind her back and quickly divested her of her bra and then he was pushing her down onto the floor as he moved his mouth to her breasts but not before he'd licked his way down her neck sweeping up the remains of his orgasm. She had never known any guy to do anything remotely like tasting themselves and she thought it was probably the single most erotic thing that she had ever experienced.

As his mouth explored her breasts his hand was moving further south and he soon had her jeans undone before pushing his hand inside her knickers.

She couldn't believe that she was lying on the floor of his front room with his fingers pushing inside her. Already she was feeling her orgasm starting, that delicious buzz in her brain that always started first, making her able to focus on nothing apart from the sensations in her body.

The heel of his palm was rocking against her clit as he pushed deeper inside her and she was letting out moan after moan. This time it was her hands in his hair; feeling those soft, silky strands running through her fingers. She let out a final cry as she came, pushing up against him enjoying the feel of his skin against her own but still she wanted more, she wanted to feel him inside her, fucking her...joined together in mutual need.

He withdrew his hand and she felt achy and empty but she could feel the weight of him on top of her as he kissed her again and instinctively she brought her legs up around him as his body rocked against her own.

Finally he broke the kiss and as he looked down at her, his arms resting either side of her head, and she felt the intensity of his gaze. It struck her all over again that it was really Sherlock that she was in a relationship with. She didn't have to fantasise anymore; she had the reality.

'Bedroom or by the fire?'

The bedroom just seemed too far away so instead he put a throw down on the floor in between his chair and John's and after he had divested himself of his clothes he slowly pulled Molly's jean and knickers down her legs leaving her naked in front of him.

She could feel the warmth from the fire against her skin but his eyes on her body seemed to be heating her from the inside out. She loved seeing him naked; being able to touch his body and explore him.

For the first time they had time; time to just be together and they made the most of it. He kissed his way up her legs, his fingers dancing and sliding their way across her skin, leaving sensitive trails in their wake. And when he finally sank down between her thighs and put his mouth on her she could feel a second orgasm building. His tongue seemed to be touching her in all the right places and all she could do was hold onto the throw as he explored every inch of her. What tipped her over the edge though was looking down and seeing him there. He glanced up at her catching her eye and her climax seemed to hit her like a train.

As she came down he moved over her but she stopped him when he moved to enter her and she saw the confusion on his face. It quickly vanished though when she motioned for him to lie down.

He did as she asked and she sat astride him feeling his now hardened cock underneath her, his hands on her thighs but she wanted to explore his body first. She started with his neck and throat. She had spent many a day in Barts watching him leaning over a microscope or writing down notes and all she had ever wanted was to be able to kiss her way down it and so that's what she did.

She kissed every mole and freckle. Sucking the skin into her mouth knowing she was marking him but just not caring. She wanted him marked, she wanted the world to know that he was hers and she his.

She kissed along his collar bones and his shoulders, she laughed when she let her hands move across his ribs only to find that he was ticklish. Her mouth found his nipples and she kissed each in turn as his hands twisted in her hair and all the time she could feel him pulsing under her and the teasing had her wanting him all over again until she couldn't wait any longer.

They kissed once more and his hands were on her breasts squeezing and kneading the skin or swiping his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. As they broke apart they were both breathing heavily and she could see how dilated his eyes were. Seeing him looking so aroused made her want to spend her life pleasuring him.

She reached between them and moved slightly so she could position him at her entrance and then she slowly sank down onto his length letting out a moan as she felt him stretching her so deliciously. She saw his eyes roll back a bit at the sensation and it just turned her on even more.

At first she set a slow pace as she rocked against him but as his head came up to capture one of her nipples in his warm mouth her need for him increased and she pushed back harder against him.

His hands were on her backside pushing her on to him as his hips lifted to meet her every movement and she knew that she couldn't last. This beautiful, talented man was going to make her come for an unprecedented third time and it was the best orgasm yet. It seemed to roll across her body in waves and as she cried out his name she fleetingly wondered how much more her body could take.

She was still enjoying the aftershocks when he came himself almost lifting her fully off the floor with the impact of his thrust. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as she felt his seed spilling inside her and in that moment she wanted him to get her pregnant. She wanted to feel his child within her, the two of them forever joined as one.

She collapsed down onto him as they both tried to catch their breath and his hands roamed across her back before holding her against him in a tight hug. She felt him kissing her neck and she lifted her head just enough that they could kiss once more. The immediate passion might have gone but the emotion in that kiss almost made her cry as did hearing him telling her he loved her.

'God, Sherlock, I love you too...always...always.'

Ten minutes later and they were sat on his chair, her on his knee with his arm around her waist, drinking wine. She was wearing one of his dressing gowns and he was in his pyjama bottoms and Molly couldn't remember ever feeling happier.

They were chatting about the coming week and Sherlock was poutingly trying to persuade her to move in when there was the sound of a key unlocking the door downstairs.

Molly started to sit up but Sherlock tugged her back. 'Ignore it. It's just Mrs Hudson.'

She listened as she heard the older woman coming in downstairs and she suddenly realised that Sherlock's flat door was open and she'd been quite vocal during sex. She was glad now that they hadn't been overheard.

Sherlock was starting to carry on their conversation when Molly felt him tense up under her and she saw him putting his wine down.

She looked at him in confusion as he started to move them both off the chair. 'What is it?'

Even as she spoke she finally heard what he had; people on the stairs...lots of people from the sound of it.

They had barely managed to stand up when Mrs Hudson came in the room flicking on the light as she came. 'Oo ooo Sherlock. Oh, Molly...what are you...'

Her voice trailed off as it sank in to the newly assembled crowd just what Sherlock and Molly had been doing. Molly would have laughed if she hadn't been so mortified as she glanced around at the faces of their friends; Lestrade, Anderson, Mike Stamford and his wife.

The only one not entirely shocked was John who was carrying Rosie and he stepped forwards to fill the silence.

'Hey, umm...sorry to bother you both...we were going to have New Years at mine, you remember I texted you about it...anyway the power has gone out so Mrs H suggested coming here. Didn't know you were back Molly, hope you don't mind.'

Sherlock started to grumble that he did mind but Molly's natural politeness kicked in as she started to feel sorry for the shocked gathering stood in Sherlock's doorway.

'No, it's fine. Come on in. Erm...just let me get that clothing off the floor.' Molly knew she was blushing as she hurriedly picked up hers and Sherlock's clothes that were still strewn across the floor but she couldn't help smiling at Sherlock's huff of frustration behind her.

'Right, just let me get changed and I'll be back out to help.'

She hurried her way to Sherlock's bedroom and she was half way through dressing when he opened the door and strode in, making her squeak with shock.

'Tell me again why we have to put up with this.'

She turned and smiled to him as she did her bra up, trying not to feel embarrassed at him watching her...she'd had sex with him, multiple times, but this seemed so domestic and she wasn't used to it.

'Because they're our friends and it's New Year...you should always spend New Year's Eve with friends. It'll be fun.'

He slowly walked over to her and her breath caught in her throat as he looked down on her. 'I know what I'd rather be doing Molly.'

As he spoke he let one finger trail down from her neck down the centre of her breasts and then his mouth was on hers and she had to struggle to maintain her grasp on the current situation.

With difficulty and not wanting to she lightly pushed on his chest until he moved away. 'Later...they won't be here that long. Come on, get dressed.'

As he did she couldn't help glancing at him, revelling in being able to see the long line of his body, his flat stomach and tight backside. Even encased in his normal suit and shirt he still turned her on and it took all of her willpower to walk out of his bedroom and away from him.

The others had been to work in the front room and there was music playing, soft lighting and food laid out on the kitchen table. Thankfully a gold table cloth had been put over it otherwise Molly wasn't sure whether she would have eaten anything given what she knew Sherlock had probably done on it with his experiments.

She grabbed a plate and some nibbles as she suddenly realised how hungry she was and then she went to retrieve her glass of wine and socialise. Unsurprisingly every topic of conversation seemed to centre on her newfound relationship with Sherlock. She spent the whole time explaining how he'd joined her on her island holiday, solved the murders and how, in the meantime, they had got together. Thankfully most people, including Mycroft who turned up late, were positive about the development.

As midnight approached they turned the radio to the countdown and Molly was about to look for Sherlock when she felt him walk up behind her and put his hands on her hips and his lips on her neck. 'John informs me that it's traditional to kiss your partner at midnight. He's also a bit miffed that I didn't know that already. However, this is one tradition that I approve of so I don't plan on deleting it again anytime soon.'

Molly smiled as she turned in his arms hearing the countdown starting as the others in the room started to join in.

'I plan on keeping you to that. Happy New Year Sherlock.'

He lets his lips quirk up in that smile that always melted her heart and he answered her with a 'Happy New Year Molly Hooper' then his lips were on hers as she heard the fireworks going off both on the radio and in the nearby streets. She didn't know much but one thing she did know was that this was going to be her best year yet!

I'm sorry I didn't manage to time this so it would get to you on New Year's Day but hopefully it's better late than never. Give me a final present with your last review.

As for the future there are more stories in the offing and I'll be back later this month with a new one. Until then take care xx