Dear Guest, I just wanted to say that whilst I appreciated your review in which you told me that you felt that Molly wasn't strong enough and that I always write her as too weak I just wish that you had written to me under your name so as to give me a right of reply. You are, of course, entitled to your opinion but so am I and I'd like to say that I disagree with you on this point.

When Molly first saw Sherlock with Liv she didn't just ignore it or slip away quietly she confronted him, she even slapped him (rightly or wrongly). When he followed her to her house and told her he loved her she didn't give way, instead she threw him out. She then ignored his texts for 2/3 days before finally accepting his apology when he came to Barts, once he had fully accepted and realised he had been wrong in his actions.

Maybe she could have held out longer at Baker St but again he had made an effort, going out of his comfort zone to give her a romantic night; on that point though we can agree to differ.

So please, next time you want to send a harsh or negative comment please at least give me the curtesy of being able to reply to you.

MMMMMMMM

Right, to the rest of you thank you so much for all your comments and support; I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now here we are, final chapter and less than 8 hours to a new episode. Fingers crossed that Molly makes it through xxx

Chapter 24

Their mouths met in a bruising kiss as Sherlock kneaded her backside and Molly found she was shamelessly rubbing herself against his erection. She could feel another climax building but this time she wanted him in her when she came. She wanted to be intimately joined to him and feel him inside her, connected to her.

Their lips parted for a moment as Molly lifted herself high enough so she could position him at her slick, dripping wet entrance before she slowly slid down; impaling herself on his not inconsiderable length. She let out a moan of pure bliss at the feeling of having him inside her once more and when she looked at Sherlock's half closed eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, she knew that the feeling was mutual.

She needed to kiss him again and this time their tongues vied with each other, both trying to dominate the kiss. She loved the way his mouth seemed to fit perfectly with her own, feeling the slight roughness from his skin against hers. Meanwhile Sherlock's hands had found their way to Molly's breasts and when he pinched her nipples she couldn't believe the surge of lust which it sent straight to her core. She had to break off from kissing him, squeezing her eyes shut as she lost herself in all the physical sensations, hearing herself moaning with pleasure. He wasted no time and soon leant her back a little so that he could replace one of his hands with his mouth.

Molly knew she was begging him for more as he gently bit down on her already aching nipple and she knew that it wouldn't take much for her to come again. Even just the knowledge that she was with Sherlock in his flat, fucking on the settee that she had sat on so many times before had her starting to come undone.

She could tell that he was close himself when he kissed his way back up her neck pulling her against him as his hips thrust up in time with her movements.

A moment later and he wrapped one arm around her and turned them both so she was under him with her head resting on a cushion and when he started to thrust into her she couldn't hold on any longer and she came so hard that she was almost surprised that she didn't lose consciousness.

Her pleasure and cries were enough to draw Sherlock's release from him and he gave one final violent thrust before he held himself inside her, his muscles straining with the effort; crying out as his seed pulsed into her.

As he fell onto her unable to support his weight Molly wrapped her arms around his back and held him close as she acknowledged that she had never felt more sated or complete with any other lover. She never wanted to leave his side and if that meant her moving into Baker St then she was more than happy to.

Sherlock finally lifted his head and smiled at her before pressing his lips briefly to her own, then he let her stand so she could go and clean up in the bathroom.

She came out five minutes later wearing the dressing gown that she had found on the back of the door only to find Sherlock still naked but wrapped in the throw. He was looking into the fire and sipping on the wine they'd poured out earlier.

She curled up next to him on the rug and picked up her own glass enjoying the mellow notes of the wine and guessing that it was a much more expensive bottle than her normal fare.

Sherlock bent his head and kissed the side of her face. 'Will you stay the night?'

She smiled. 'If you want me to.'

'I want you to stay every night from now on.'

'Well...maybe I will. But first tell me about the case. How did you know it was Liv and has she been arrested?'

'Yes, Lestrade made the arrest two days ago and recovered most of the stolen items. She'd stolen them for a collector based in Russia. I know who it is though proving it and recovering those items will probably be impossible. Lady K's diamond was still there though it looks to be heading back to India so my mother isn't happy but who cares, it should go back. It was stolen from them in the first place.'

'As for how I knew it was her it all just added up. She was bored, didn't want to prostitute herself like her brother but still needed to finance her lifestyle. Most of it was just the challenge rather than the money though. She sensed the net was closing in when I joined the group and when Phoebe started to get close to Freddie, who Liv had always had a thing for, she couldn't resist trying to put the blame on her. She stole your necklace and managed to put it in Phoebe's bag but when she realised Phoebe was still sleeping with her brother and not even in love with Freddie she saw red and stabbed her. Her jealousy was her downfall.'

He paused for a moment. 'I am sorry again Molly for what I did. I sometimes get too wrapped up in a case and don't think about the consequences or the impact on those I love.' He gave her a wry smile. 'You already know that John still hasn't fully forgiven me for deceiving him over my fake death, I should have realised that this was no better with regards to yourself.'

Molly placed a single finger over his lips. 'Shh, it's OK; so long as it never happens again.'

Sherlock opened his lips and sucked the digit into his mouth swirling his tongue around the tip and then bit down lightly and just like that Molly could feel herself wanting him again, lust unfurling low in her belly. She wondered if she would ever not want him.

She found herself standing and she held her hand out to him before leading him through to the bedroom where they spent the rest of the night either making love or sleeping or chatting and it was well past mid-day when they finally emerged.

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It was six months later when Sherlock finally got round to booking Molly the promised meal at Quagolinos. He would probably have forgotten all about it if it hadn't been for Liv's trial and himself being called as one of the witnesses.

John put him on his best behaviour NOT to get sent down for contempt of court but it was still a close run thing. As they left the Old Bailey Sherlock was finally able to vent all his feelings about the incompetence of the judge, the prosecution and the defence lawyers as well as all his deductions of the jury.

John laughed and raised his eyebrows as Sherlock finally fell silent. 'Feeling better now mate. Listen they found her guilty and she's being sentenced next week. You heard the prosecutor just now, she's likely to get life, the case is done...it's over.'

His mood hadn't been helped by Tom joining them on the steps of the court and Sherlock felt jealous all over again at having seen this man kissing his Molly. Tom was oblivious to this though and had come over to say hello and shake Sherlock's hand.

'I'm truly sorry about my sister and well...there are no hard feelings I hope. I know you had to do what you did to stop her. I should have realised myself what she was up to but I think we blind ourselves when it's someone we're close to. Anyway, how's Molly? Are you two still...'

'Yes, yes we are.'

Tom had looked surprised and it just made Sherlock's hackles rise even more. It was all he could do to bite back a withering retort based around Tom's chosen "profession". In the end he made his excuses and hadn't stayed to chat but it had reminded Sherlock of his promise to Molly.

He narrowed his eyes and took out his phone. 'Brother, a favour...yes, another one...'

And so a week later he and Molly stepped out of a cab and for a second time walked into Quaglinos. The difference this time was it was purely for pleasure and there wasn't a fake relationship in sight.

Molly, at Sherlock's bequest, was wearing the same dress as she had that first night coupled with the diamond necklace that she'd worn for the tequila contest. The memories that recalling that night had raised made Sherlock smile when he'd seen her. It had probably been the start of him truly acknowledging his feelings for her. He mentioned it as he helped her into her coat, whispering in her ear how unbelievably sexy she had looked laid out on the bar that night, smirking when she had blushed and looked embarrassed.

Now, as he walked down the steps of the restaurant with Molly on his arm all he felt was pride and love. She had turned his world upside down but only in a good way. He couldn't imagine Baker St without her in it now.

As they settled into their seats he couldn't wait any longer. John had told him to wait for dessert but he couldn't see why so instead once the waiter had poured them some champagne he just took the black, velvet box out of his pocket and pushed it across the table towards her watching her face and cataloging her reactions.

He saw her eyes widen and her mouth fall open. Saw the way her eyes flicked questioningly from the box to his face and then back again before she reached over and picked it up.

She opened it and covered her mouth with her spare hand as she saw the square cut, Art Deco Tiffany engagement ring.

'It was my grandmother's engagement ring and I hope you will accept it as your own. I've had it resized so it should fit. Do...do you like it?'

Her eyes met his again and he could see moisture building in them and the nervous smile that was playing on her lips. 'God yes, I love it.'

'You can put it on..if you want.'

She cocked her head slightly to one side and narrowed her eyes. 'Isn't there something you need to ask me first?'

He frowned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 'Do I have to? We both know the question and your answer, it hardly seems necessary.'

She just looked at him silently before raising one eyebrow expectantly.

He sucked in his lips for a moment but he could tell that this would be one thing she would be stubborn about. She rarely asked much of him, knowing how little he liked to be restrained...well, other than in the bedroom that one time...so he had come to know that when she put her foot down it was something that was important to her.

He was about to start speaking when she cleared her throat and indicated that he should be down on one knee. He started to open his mouth in protest but stopped himself. She deserved so much better than him so the least he could do was fulfil this one small fantasy. He pushed back his chair and knelt down on one knee beside hers hearing the gasps and muted whispers from some of the tables surrounding them.

He took a deep breath and took her hand in his. 'Molly, you know by now that I love you. I never imagined that I would find someone who would be such a match for me until I met you. You are everything that I am not but more than that you are intelligent, beautiful and amazing in bed.' He smirked as she chuckled before shaking her head at him, still smiling.

'Molly Hooper, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?'

She didn't keep him waiting; instead she nodded her head, her smile even wider. 'Yes, Sherlock, yes of course I will. I love you too.'

He suddenly saw the advantage in being right next to her as he was able to reach up and take her in his arms and kiss her, giving in to the wave of emotion that washed over him. He hadn't realised that hearing her answer would have elicited such a reaction but he felt as though his chest would burst with pride. No wonder John had said wait until dessert, he didn't think he could eat a thing now and all he wanted was to take Molly home and to bed. He was almost completely oblivious to the cheers and clapping from the other guests but it soon quieted down as he retook his seat, his hand still clasping Molly's as she admired the look of the ring nestling on the ring finger of her other hand.

He watched as her eyes sparkled and her face was wreathed in smiles and he knew he was truly the most fortunate man alive.

I hope you don't mind us ending it there. Now I have one final favour to ask. I am a handful of reviews away from 400 on fanfiction and I have never broken through the 400 barrier before (or even come close). Please help me achieve my first 400+ fic...thank you xxx