Wow, I can't believe I'm at the end of another story but here it is, the final chapter.

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I hope you like the ending.

Chapter 12

When Molly came too the next morning she couldn't believe it was already Friday so much had happened on this holiday.

It was late morning and Sherlock was still in her bed fast asleep. She gently turned over so she could watch him.

He looked so peaceful asleep, no sign of that burning energy and intelligence. His face seemed softer, younger. She wanted to trace the light dusting of freckles with her finger but she didn't want to wake him. In the end she could help nuzzling her nose against his shoulder her hand sliding over his flat stomach.

As she did she felt heat pooling low in her belly. God she hadn't been this horny in years, she felt as though she could never get enough of him. Her heart skipped a little as she though about going home the next day. She didn't want to leave him, she might never even see him again let alone be this close. He had made her no promises, there were no guarantees that they would be together like this should he ever be able to come back to London.

Molly closed her eyes and sighed, no she wouldn't think about that now, she determined to make the most if the time that they had and not worry about what may or may not happen in the future.

As she had been thinking her hand had been trailing across his stomach up to his chest and nipples and back down again. She felt a rumbling groan from Sherlock and his hips shifted slightly.

She smiled to herself and let her hands slide down his thigh scratching the skin slightly with her fingertips as she made her way back up. Again he moaned but didn't seem to be awake.

Molly ducked under the covers and kissed him lightly on his hip feeling him arch up again. Her nails scratched up the inside of his thigh this time pushing his legs apart slightly.

She cupped his balls rolling them round in her hand feeling him start to lengthen and grow hard. Her mouth slipped around him relishing the taste of him. As she licked and sucked she heard a gasp from Sherlock and knew he must have woken up. His hands wove themselves into her hair and she groaned as his own nails scraped her scalp.

She moved herself so she could kneel up at the side of him leaning over so she could take him deeper. She had never given oral sex to the point of orgasm before but she desperately wanted to do so now. She wanted to taste Sherlock, to make him come and swallow him down, it felt almost primitive and she felt so turned on she wondered if she could come without any other stimulation.

As if he knew what she were thinking Sherlock's hand slid between her legs, she jolted as his fingers rubbed against her and she moaned against his cock which in turn made him groan. It was like a virtuous circle. The more he stimulated her the deeper she took him until they both grew desperate. He tried to tell Molly that his orgasm was close, moaning her name and pulling lightly on her hair in warning but it just made her want him more.

As he came in her mouth she bucked against his hand her own orgasm taking over as she swallowed his cum.

When they had both finished Molly was almost too embarrassed to come out from the covers. She had never done anything like that in her life before. In the end he pulled her up to his level, lifted her chin with his finger and when she finally looked him in the eye he said, 'that was amazing' before kissing her.

They ended up tumbling into the shower together but it was too slippery to contemplate more sex. Instead they washed each other, Sherlock spent time washing and conditioning Molly's hair. He seemed fascinated by it. Running his fingers through it again and again.

Once again they had a late breakfast on the balcony. Molly tried to keep cheerful but it was as though time had sped up, hours were passing when it should have been minutes.

They stayed local to the hotel, making their way down to the marina. Molly was concours that she hadn't taken many photos so she busily photographed the hotel, the swimming pool, the boats and cats in the marina. She wanted to remember everything.

She took one photo of Sherlock but he caught her hand just after gently removing the camera before deleting the photo. 'I'm sorry Molly, it's just too risky, if the wrong person were to see it...'

They both knew he meant John.

She was sorry for another reason though. It was starting to feel unreal, she worried that back in London this whole week would become more like a dream and that she would start to doubt that she had ever seen Sherlock at all. She wanted some tangible proof that they had been together, something she could hold onto to prove she hadn't imagined it.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

In the evening Sherlock finally took her for the Italian that he had promised her that first night. They were both quiet as they strolled down there hand in hand. Molly wondered what made Sherlock so quiet but was too nervous to ask.

During the meal Sherlock lightened the atmosphere by stroking Molly's thigh underneath the table. Each time she squirmed away from him his hand would find its way back, a little higher each time. When she berated him under her breath he reminded her that it was payback for the trips on the moped where she had teased him.

She almost lost it when the waiter came over to take their order and his finger slipped beneath the elastic of her pants. Thankfully he either didn't notice or was too professional to say anything about her bright red face and the fact that she was squirming in her seat.

Sherlock took pity on her and stopped his assault once the garlic pizza arrived.

Once they had eaten and they were enjoying their final drink he turned serious. He took Molly's hand and looked her in the eye, 'Molly once again you have saved me. You have reminded me this week of who I am and why I am doing what I am doing. It is to get back to London, my home.'

He glanced away for a moment formulating his words before he continued, 'I can't make you any promises Molly, I want to and I wish I could but I don't know how much longer this will take and I know myself too well to make you any guarantees about my feelings when I do return. I don't want you potentially wasting your life waiting for me.'

'However, I can promise you this and I trust that knowing me as well as you do you will understand the value of what I am to say. I will always carry the memory of these last few days with me, I will never delete them, any of them, as long as I live. I hope that shows you what this time has meant to me.'

Molly felt tears forming as she listened to Sherlock's speech. She bit her lip determined to hold them back. He wasn't saying anything she hadn't expected to hear and she did understand the value of him keeping these memories. This was a man who had deleted knowledge of the solar system, who didn't know the name of the British Prime Minister so as to have more space for 'important' things.

'I understand Sherlock, I do. Let's just make the most of tonight.' with this she kissed him trying to savour the moment and imprint it in her own mind. Not for the first time she wished she had her own mind palace to store things in.

They made their way back up to the apartment and it was a fair few hours before either of them got any sleep.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

In the morning when Molly awoke Sherlock was gone. This time she was expecting it. It would have benefited neither of them to have to actually say their goodbyes.

She scrunched her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry. She needed to focus on packing up her belongings and being ready when the coach came to pick her up and take her back to the airport.

It was as she was packing that she found it, slung over the back of one of the chairs; Sherlock's brown leather coat. She picked it up bringing it up to her nose as she inhaled his scent closing her eyes as the memories of the last few days washed over her. She smiled to herself, he had known, of course he had known. He knew she needed something, something tangible but safe for her to have.

She put the jacket on laughing as she had to roll the sleeves up three or four times before it would fit her. It was perfect.

Epilogue

It had been eight months since Molly had returned from her Tunisian holiday. She still looked up to the roof of Bart's when she arrived for work but nowadays she was more likely to smile at the memories than feel sad.

She had just finished pulling a double shift and had made her way, exhausted, back to her flat. All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and sleep for a week.

As she unlocked the door and made her way in she picked up her post from the mat. She slung it onto the kitchen table ready to read when she awoke when a flash of colour caught her eye.

It was a postcard. She frowned trying to think who was on holiday that might have sent it to her. She picked it up, it was of the Green Park Hotel in Gran Canaria. She turned it over.

Wish you were here. Will x

Molly giggled, feeling full of energy all of a sudden.

She went through to the front room and opened her laptop. Looks like it was time to book another holiday!

I know Sherlock seems to have changed his mind from his thoughts in the previous chapter but I think he would doubt his own feelings back in London and wouldn't want to commit to Molly yet when he can't make any guarantees. Doesn't mean he doesn't want her to be 'his Molly' when he gets back.

For those wondering, I doubt there will be a sequel. I really struggled at the end of this story to fill their time so not sure I have enough ideas to fill a week in Gran Canaria. I'll just leave it to your imaginations.

Please let me know what you think though, I love to read your comments and reviews. I will be starting another story in a few days time so keep an eye out and join me on another Sherlolly adventure. I'm also planning a Christmas story - well it has to be done doesnt it :)