So, how many of you tuned in and watched the Royal Wedding yesterday? I must admit I do enjoy watching a good Royal wedding and seeing the dress and the carriages etc. Harry is one of my favourite royals as he's a ginger just like my two sons...and my husband when he used to have hair :). As for Meghan I thought she looked stunning, so pretty.

Anyway, enough of that...here's the final instalment of my fic. As always with my stories we're ending on a loving and smutty high.

Chapter 6

It was late morning before Molly woke up and Sherlock was still sleeping. They seemed to have swapped positions in the night and as she came too she realised that she was now sleeping with her head on his shoulder and that his arm was slung around her upper body holding her close.

She closed her eyes and just savoured the moment, wondering if it would ever happen again. It felt so right but also so very different. They were friends, they worked well together but outside of those two occasions when they'd had sex they weren't overly tactile with each other. Molly would have been of course but she knew that it would make Sherlock just feel uncomfortable and so she had refrained.

Her hand was resting lightly on his chest over his t shirt but she was so tempted to let it explore his body. Even as she thought it she could feel arousal flooding through her. She always, always wanted him and waking up next to him just exacerbated it.

She took a deep breath. She needed to get up and put a bit of distance between them before she did something stupid. He needed a shower and some food and they both needed to talk through the events of the previous day. Molly wished more than anything that he still felt the same way as he had the night before but the practical part of her knew that he had been in shock, overly emotional and the cold light of day would probably put a different cast on his feelings.

As she made to try to slide out of the bed his arm tightened around her and he let out a satisfied sigh as he started to awaken.

Molly winced at being caught embracing him like this even as her head told her it was no worse than how they'd fallen asleep but she just wasn't used to this yet.

Rather than letting her go though he pulled her closer so she was half lying on him and his lips sought out hers in the dusky, half light of the bedroom. Molly knew that she should pull back, that she should wake him properly but her body seemed to rebel against her mind and instead she gave in to the kiss feeling it increase her need for him even as his hands pushed up the back of her night dress so that they lay on her heated, naked flesh.

As her leg moved up to start to straddle him she felt his erection against her thigh and she groaned as a spike of lust went straight to her core. It echoed through her body and the kiss just became more passionate as his hands gripped her harder pulling her over him until she could feel his hard length pressing against her, stimulating her in the most delicious way.

Without words even being spoken they seemed to think with one mind and they broke off from kissing just long enough for Sherlock to pull her nightdress off over her head, casting it onto the floor somewhere, then his mouth and hands were on her breasts and Molly knew that she had gone past the point of no return. Whatever was happening between them they were having sex this morning and she didn't care about the consequences, she needed him, just as she needed air to breath.

She was rocking against him feeling her climax starting to build even though they were still separated by his clothing but after a few moments she couldn't wait any longer. She lifted herself on her knees and he helped as she pushed his pyjamas down just enough that she could grasp his cock and position him at her entrance. Slowly she sank down onto him and they both seemed to let out a breath at the same time as they found themselves joined once more. To Molly it just felt so right…he felt so right. She had had sex many times before with other men but it never felt as good as when it was Sherlock. From that first time to this one his body just felt as though it was made for her pleasure.

She started to move as they kissed once more, his hands back on her breasts, covering them and touching them in a way that just increased the sensations rushing through her body. Neither of them was in the mood to wait or delay their satisfaction; instead they moved harder and faster, their kisses growing more desperate as they chased their completions and when she came, calling out his name, he followed her and thrust into her so hard her knees left the bed as he lifted her.

As they lay there afterwards catching their breath Molly wished that they could stay like this forever and that just for once her wish would come true.

She could feel his lips against her neck, his hot breath washing over her skin and just as she was about to sit up and move off him it happened.

His embrace grew tighter for a few seconds and she heard him whisper. 'I love you Molly Hooper.'

Shock rippled through her and she sat up looking down on him. 'What?'

The room was light enough for her to see his expression and he gave her a sort of embarrassed half smile.

'I said I love you. I meant what I said yesterday and in that phone call. Did you not believe me?'

'I…I thought that maybe you were confused, that you were upset or in shock or something.'

His hand came up to caress her face and Molly suddenly became aware that they were still intimately connected. He had softened but not completely left her yet.

'Yes I was upset and yes I was probably in shock by the time I got here but I know my own mind. I know how I felt when I left you the first time, when I came back from the dead and found you engaged and how I've been feeling the last few months. I don't want to fight it anymore, I don't want to be without you…so yes, I know how I feel and I love you.'

She bent to kiss him again and her voice had an almost wondering tone as she said those words back to him. It still felt like a dream.

When they finally got up Sherlock insisted that she join him in the shower. Standing under the hot stream of water she washed him, making him bend his head so she could shampoo his hair. They laughed together, they kissed and it just felt perfect. By the time they left they were both aroused again and they fell onto her bed kissing and touching, ignoring the water dripping onto her sheets or their hair leaving damp stains on the pillows. Molly came again as Sherlock thrust into her, their hands linked together as his body moved against her own and even when he had finished she knew that she wanted him again and soon, it was as though a dam had broken and neither of them could get enough of the other.

Wrapped up in a dressing gown…her, and a sheet…him, they were drinking some coffee and eating whatever food they could find that didn't need much cooking when the doorbell rang.

Molly glanced at the clock as she made her way to the door noticing with embarrassment that it was after two and she still wasn't dressed. She opened it to find a worried looking John outside carrying Rosie on his hip, the nappy bag slung over his shoulder.

'Hey Molly, sorry to bother you.' He cast a quick glance over her and frowned, derailed momentarily. 'Are you not feeling well?'

She pulled her dressing gown closed a bit more at the top and knew she was blushing. 'Umm, no. Just a bit late up.'

'I don't suppose you've heard from Sherlock have you? I've been to Baker St and tried his phone but I can't seem to get hold of him. He had a bad day yesterday and his brother and I are worried about him.'

'I'm in here John and I'm fine.'

They both looked towards the front room as Sherlock spoke and John's face brightened and then looked a little confused. Molly smiled nervously as she let him walk past her wondering just what he would think of her not even being dressed, hoping that Sherlock had put some clothes on at least…but no, he hadn't.

She followed John into her front room and could almost have laughed as she saw his expression. His glance flitting between her in her dressing gown and Sherlock in a sheet. She knew that with anyone else he would have worked out the situation in an instant but because it was Sherlock he was doubting it.

'Come in John, Molly can get you a coffee if you want one.'

He nodded and she excused herself as she made her way to the kitchen but she could still hear John's half whispered questioning of Sherlock.

'What the hell is going on Sherlock? What are you doing here? I was worried about you.'

Sherlock didn't bother to mute his voice instead he just seemed to relax more into the settee that he was sat on, almost enjoying John's discomfort.

'No need to be worried John. I won't say I'm not still…processing everything that happened yesterday but I'm OK. As for why I'm here I would have thought that would be obvious.'

John glanced back at Molly to see if she was listening so she made sure she was looking busy with the drinks.

'Well it's not obvious to me. Don't you think you've done enough to hurt Molly without imposing yourself on her like this.'

Molly glanced up and Sherlock caught her eye…an understanding passing between them.

'John, I am in fact grateful for your concern over my girlfriend but I think you'll find that I'm not imposing at all.'

Molly carried the cups back into the front room and tried not to let the grin at Sherlock calling her his girlfriend hurt her face. John meanwhile looked as though he was close to an aneurysm.

'Your….your…Jesus Sherlock when you told Molly you loved her I thought that it was platonic and just for the case…to stop her being killed.'

'Nope…it was true. I may not have fully realised it before but I do now and I intend for Molly and I to be in a relationship.'

John looked back and forth between them as Molly took a seat next to Sherlock and his eyes narrowed as he looked at them. Molly reached out and he passed Rosie to her before sitting down heavily in the chair.

'Sorry Molly, I hope you don't mind me having this chat with Sherlock but I'm not sure he's thought things through.'

She jigged Rosie up and down putting her hair back behind her ear as the small girl reached to grab it. She knew from past experience just how hard she could grip and pull if she got her little hands on it. 'That's OK John. I have a few reservations myself.'

Sherlock frowned and looked at her. 'You do?'

She smiled and patted his arm. 'It's OK, we can discuss them later.'

He turned back to John who was looking a little embarrassed. 'Listen Sherlock have you considered all the aspects of a relationship. It's not just you getting more access to body parts in the morgue.' He had to stop momentarily when Sherlock snorted with laughter and gave Molly what she could only describe as a lewd look.

'Molly is going to expect you to be physical. Aren't you Molly? Eventually even sex. Have you even had sex?'

Sherlock turned back to John and just rolled his eyes. 'Oh for God's sake John, of course I've had sex. I lost my virginity to Molly when I was 18, we slept together the night I faked my death and we've had sex twice this morning. Any other concerns?'

You could have heard a pin drop in that room and Molly almost felt sorry for John. Of all the answers he had expected Sherlock to give him that had not even figured.

He had more than a few questions for both of them before he and Rosie left but by the time he did he was satisfied and after a not so subtle hint from Sherlock he picked up his daughter and left.

Molly closed the door behind her and jumped when she turned around to find that Sherlock was right behind her backing her up against the wood.

'So, Miss Hooper what reservations do you have?'

She placed her hands on his naked chest and then slowly ran them up to his hair burying them in his now dry curls.

'Not as many as I had before listening to you talking to John. I'll admit that initially I thought this was just a reaction to everything that you went through yesterday and that you'd have changed your mind this morning. I think that I'm still worried that you'll feel differently in a few days.'

He bent his head and kissed her, a short but sweet kiss. 'Not in a few days.' He gave her another kiss. 'Or a few months.' This time the kiss was longer and more passionate. 'Or even a few years.' As they kissed for a fourth time he undid her dressing gown, pushing it from her shoulders. 'The only way I can prove this to you…' he picked her up, her back resting against the front door. '…is by living my life with you…' his mouth was against her neck now, his hands gripping her backside firmly and she could feel him hard, between her thighs. '…and showing you every day…' she felt the sheet drop away and him starting to nudge at her entrance and she almost couldn't concentrate on his words anymore. '…how much I love you.'

He let out a half groan half cry as he entered her and she knew just how he felt. They'd had sex twice already but she still wanted him. She felt as though they could hole up here in her flat for the next month and she would still not have had enough of him.

She'd always found sex standing up difficult but he held her against the door as if she weighed nothing at all and her legs hooked easily over his hips as he thrust against her. She could feel his muscles in his arms as they kissed as well as his cock hitting all the right spots inside her, making her toes curl as she cried out for more. If this was how he was going to show her his love for her she had no problem with him showing her daily.

She could hear the door shaking in its frame and she just hoped that none of her neighbours noticed it but she just couldn't bring herself to care as her orgasm washed over her and she cried out with the ecstasy of it. She felt Sherlock starting to falter as he came himself, his lips on her neck and her hands still buried in his hair, holding him close.

Finally he took them both down to the floor before kissing her again. 'God Molly how did I ever live without you, without this?'

She smirked at his statement but just kissed him again, she couldn't get enough of it.

'I love you Sherlock Holmes. I'm glad you were my first and I intend very much for you to be my last.'

And there we have it...I hope it was equal parts romantic and smutty enough for you. I couldn't resist adding in a dollop of befuddled John...I love him being totally sideswiped by them being together.

I should be back in a week or so with a new fic, until then give me some love for this one xx