Author's note: Thank you to my readers who responded to the last chapter. I am very pleased that those of you who took the time to make a comment, felt that I did not go too far in my descriptions. I hope you will feel the same with the final chapter in this wedding night story.

Molly was awakened from a sound sleep to feel Sherlock carrying her. She opened her eyes and realized he was taking her to the bathroom.

"Oh good," he commented, as a smile curved his lips, "now I can turn you around, and you can put your arms around my neck. That will make things a little easier." He set her down and then proceeded to pick her up the other way, bridal style, as she obediently clasped her hands around his neck.

"Easier for what?" she questioned, blinking sleepily as he strode into the bathroom. Then her eyes alighted on the tub which was filled with water and had a mountain of soap bubbles on the surface. "Oh," she breathed, suddenly realizing what Sherlock intended to do. How on earth did I sleep through him filling the tub? she wondered, even as Sherlock leaned over and deposited her into the tub. She giggled as some of the bubbles flew up and hit her in the face.

"That's why the necklace had to come off. I thought we could use a bath," explained Sherlock with a devilish gleam in his eye.

"Oh, you did, did you?" she asked with a coquettish smile of her own.

"Mhm," he answered, with a gentle nudge against her back. "Move over a little so I can get in behind you."

Molly did as he asked and felt him slipping into the bath behind her,, sliding his long legs on either side of her body. It was a wonderful feeling. She leaned back against his naked chest.

"Oh," he said hesitantly, and she turned her head to see his face contorted into a grimace. "Would you mind if I washed your hair first? It's a bit prickly against my chest."

Molly giggled. "I'm sure it is. Now you know what it's like for me to kiss you when you haven't shaved for a few days." She reached a hand up to stroke his almost clean-shaven chin, which was just beginning to show evidence of a five o'clock shadow.

His lips twitched into a grin. "Touché, my love. I understand now that something can look good, but not feel as good as it looks."

"Well, some things feel even better than they look," she said, giving him a flirtatious glance.

"Keep talking that way, my darling, and things will be happening in this bath rather than out of it," he warned, with a seductive look that made Molly's breath hitch. She loved being his darling.

Molly moved forward in the tub and bent backwards to wet her hair. Then she enjoyed the feeling of Sherlock massaging her scalp as he worked her hair into a lather from the shampoo he had squeezed into his hand.

"Did you learn how to do this on YouTube?" she asked, only half jokingly.

To her surprise, Sherlock responded seriously. "YouTube is a wonderful teaching resource. Remember, I learned how to make serviettes on YouTube, and I learned how to braid your hair as well." He continued working his fingers through her hair, then added, "I have a feeling this is going to be very tough to brush out afterwards, because of all the hairspray."

"Are you planning to brush it for me as well then?" she enquired, tilting her head back to glimpse an upside-down image of his incredibly handsome face.

"Of course I am. Nothing but the full treatment for my beautiful wife," he informed her, shifting his body around enough to press his lips to her earlobe, and she giggled again. This really was the perfect wedding night and it wasn't over yet. "Now put your hair under the water and rinse out the shampoo," Sherlock instructed, and she complied, blowing a few soap bubbles away from her mouth as she did so.

He added conditioner to her hair and then produced a comb which he had apparently taken out of the toiletries bag she had placed in the overnight one, while she was sleeping. It took a full ten minutes to comb out her hair, but Sherlock was very patient, working at the knots with gentle fingers until her hair was smooth once more.

"Much better," he proclaimed, as she dipped her head under the water again to rinse off the conditioner.

"Thank you, sweetheart. So now that my hair is clean, what do you propose to do next?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, as she swiveled her head to look at him, much preferring this angle to the upside-down view.

"This," he said shifting in the tub enough so that he could lower his lips to hers for a very sensuous, lingering kiss that left her gasping. Lord, but he knew how to kiss, she thought a little dazedly, when the kiss finally ended.

Sherlock picked up a flannel from the side of the tub and squeezed some body wash onto it. Then he began to wash her body, starting with her arms, followed by her armpits, which made her squirm in ticklish delight. Then he focussed his attention on her breasts, washing one at a time, slowly. He moved to wash her back, followed by her belly. "Lean back and lift up your legs," he instructed her. Molly did so and Sherlock started at her toes, making her giggle uncontrollably. Then he worked his way up each leg to her thigh. He then gently wiped the most sensitive part of her anatomy, which made her let out a little whimper. He teased her for a brief moment, but then withdrew the flannel and said, "Your turn."

Molly sighed a little in disappointment as Sherlock turned around so his back was to her, and she did the same, this time placing her own legs around his body. She washed his hair in the way he had done hers. Fortunately she didn't need to use the comb on his curls, just threaded her fingers through them afterwards. Then she took the flannel and squeeze some body wash on it. She followed the same path he had done for her. When she washed his back, she gazed at the crisscrossed scars that covered it and shuddered slightly. Her stomach twisted. Every time she saw those scars, she knew she would feel that same sensation in the pit of her stomach, thinking about what he had endured during his two years away from London. She leaned forward and kissed his back several times over the scars.

Molly paid particular attention to Sherlock's pectoral muscles, and could feel his chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. He seemed particularly sensitive in that area. Then she leaned forward and washed his legs as well. He was also a little ticklish in the foot area, she noted. Then she moved the flannel upwards to cleanse the most private part of his anatomy. She couldn't help her little gasp, when she felt that he was definitely turned on, as she knew she was as well. Having a bath together like this was extremely erotic. She did a little teasing of her own until Sherlock grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. "I think we should get out of the bath now," he said huskily, rising as he spoke.

Molly couldn't help admiring his magnificent masculine form. He was so beautiful in every way. He pulled her up with him, then stepped out of the tub, helping her to do the same. He grabbed a towel, drying her off, before allowing her to do the same for him.

As one, they reached for the robes behind the bathroom door and put them on to go back into the main room. They both climbed onto the big bed and sat crosslegged facing each other. Molly couldn't suppress a grin when the robe was unable to hide the evidence of Sherlock's desire for her, and her hand crept out to touch it rather boldly.

He gave her a long look and said, "You certainly got over your shyness fast, Mrs. Holmes."

Molly giggled and smirked at him. "No point in being modest now that I've seen it all."

With a growl, Sherlock bent forward and immediately unbelted her robe, sliding it off her shoulders, then moving his hands to cup her breasts possessively. "No point at all," he agreed, giving her another look, a seductive one that made her quiver, even as his caressing hands produced the same result. She suddenly realized that if Sherlock had not been the honourable man he was, and instead had really wanted to seduce her during their engagement, she would not have resisted.

Molly gave a little shriek of laughter as he surged forward and pressed her down onto the bed, moving his hands from her breasts to pin her arms above her head instead. Then he kissed her, as he moved his body against hers sensuously.

She struggled to free her hands from his grasp, moving her mouth away from his to beg, "Please Sherlock, I want to touch you as well."

He released her immediately, and she stroked his back. As they kissed again, Sherlock snaked one hand behind her neck as his other one began to touch her body. His caresses were a little bolder than they had been earlier. She let out a gasp as his hand explored those intimate places delicately. Sherlock had an amazing memory, as she knew, and he proved it by the way he touched her in just the right way to elicit her maximum response. He was a quick learner, she thought, as her body was set on fire with sensation.

This time when they made love, Sherlock took his time, trying to prolong the pleasure they both felt at being together. He would pause to kiss her frequently and it was exquisite torture. In the end it was her who begged him, urging him to increase his rhythm until they were both gasping from the wonder of it and clutching at one another in a bliss that consumed them.

On this occasion, when Sherlock would have moved off of her body afterwards, Molly held him to her, wanting to prolong that feeling of completeness she felt with them being together. Sherlock obligingly remained covering her body, propping himself up on his elbows to lessen his weight, and he kissed her tenderly.

By now, the pale light of dawn was filtering through the curtained windows and Molly could see Sherlock's beloved features. "I love you so much, Sherlock. Words just seem so inadequate to express how incredible this night has been." She reached up and touched his face lovingly.

"Je t'adore ma belle ange. I adore you my beautiful angel," Sherlock said in his sexiest voice, which thrilled Molly.

She giggled. "I love it when you speak in foreign languages to me. More please!"

"Ich liebe dich, meine sexy Frau. Do you know what that means?"

Molly thought a moment. "I still know some German from my school days. I know Frau can mean woman or wife, so I'm guessing in this case you love me and think I'm a sexy wife?"

"Excellent, Mrs. Holmes." Sherlock bent down to kiss her again and finally she released her hold on him so he could move off of her body. He did so, but pulled her with him so they were facing each other. "Molly, this night - being with you - it has been more than I could have ever hoped for. Thank you though for wanting to wait. I understand now more than ever how different it is when you have the blessing of God. Now we need have no guilt in taking pleasure from each other, and in receiving it. Your body is such a gift from God." He ran his fingers lightly down the side of her body and she couldn't help but giggle because his touch was so light it tickled.

"Stop it, Sherlock," she managed through giggles. "That tickles unbearably!"

He gave her a wicked grin. "Just wait till we get to our honeymoon destination and I use Meena's hen night gift on you."

Molly thought about the feather, along with the velvet handcuffs and blindfold, and her breath caught. That promised to be rather exciting too. "Well, don't you think we should try to get some sleep now so that we can not be falling asleep when we actually get to our honeymoon destination? And are you ever going to tell me where we are going?" She lifted her brows at him.

A smile tugged at the corner of Sherlock's mouth as he shook his head. "It will remain a surprise until we get there. But I guess you're right, we should get some sleep now. Luckily the check out here is only at noon, so we can rest for a few hours." He pulled the duvet over them once more. "Schlaf gut, mein Schatz." He held her close to him and gently pressed his lips to hers.

"You sleep well too, my darling." She snuggled into his embrace contentedly. Nobody could have asked for a more perfect wedding night than theirs had been. It wasn't long before they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Author's note 2: And there you have it, the end of a wedding night that was filled with passion and love and blessing. I hope you enjoyed the experience, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Doesn't the idea of a nice, romantic bubble bath sound good? Wouldn't you love to hear Sherlock talking to you in a foreign language with that sexy voice? *wink* Molly is a very lucky woman, but then again, Sherlock is a very lucky man to have her as well.

I do love writing for these characters so much, and the next installment will be their honeymoon journey. Are you looking forward to it? There will be a lot more passion (I mean, really, it is their honeymoon and they waited a long time to be together, so it will be passion overload!) and adventure, interspersed with humour and some serious discussion as well. I also spent a considerable amount of time researching Stratford-upon-Avon so that you will have an immersive experience and hopefully be able to picture what it would be like to really go there. Although the honeymoon journey is a standalone story, it does refer back to the original engagement story at times, so fair warning for those of you who have not read that.