Slightly shorter final chapter for you, finishing off the last part of the story. Thank you so much for all your support and reviews and likes, I love knowing how much you've been enjoying it...it gives me encouragement to write more and I am writing more :).

Chapter 20

Molly wasn't quite sure what was different about them being together but there was definitely something. Everything felt slower, more sensual and intimate than it had felt when they'd made love in those hotel rooms. She didn't know if it was her close shave with death or being in Sherlock's home and bed but she felt very emotional as well as aroused.

Sherlock seemed to be doing his utmost to drive her to distraction with desire as he moved painfully slowly over her body kissing and touching every inch of her until she felt giddy and desperate for some kind of release.

When his mouth had finally closed over her overly sensitive breast she couldn't help but let out a loud moan followed by a more breathy 'oh god...please..'

His hand was between her thighs with his fingers sliding over her wetness, rubbing against her clit and making her mewl before she tilted her hips trying to make him move lower.

She could feel his erection hard against her inner thigh, rubbing against the skin and she wanted to feel some part of him inside her, she needed it, her mind was whirling with sensation and all of it was needy and desperate.

He used his tongue and his teeth to worry at her nipple and every tug of his mouth, every bite made her core clench and release.

Finally he let his fingers move from her clit until he pushed into her. She knew that by now she must be slick and ready for him, his hand moved easily back and forth as he started to bring her to a climax. Her eyes were squeezed tight and all she could think about was how and where he was touching her.

She thought she would come like this before he'd even fully entered her but just as she thought she'd reached the point of no return he withdrew his hand and she let out a gasp and a cry at the loss only to press her head back into the pillows as his mouth moved lower.

She was swearing now and calling his name, uncaring as to whether anyone could hear them. They could have had an audience at that moment and Molly wouldn't have cared, all she could think of was what her body needed and her body needed Sherlock.

As his mouth closed over her clit she jolted, her quim twitching and clenching and she wondered if she would come without him needing to do more, but then she felt his tongue stroking her, drinking her, lapping against her and all she could do was hold on to his curls as she ground herself shamelessly against his face.

The final straw was when she felt his tongue entering her as his thumb found her clit and pressed against it moving in slow circles.

She cried out as she came, feeling wave after wave of pure bliss washing over her. She was vaguely aware that she was probably holding on to Sherlock too tight but he didn't seem to be in discomfort or protesting, instead she could feel his groans against her core and she knew he was finding the experience a turn on.

It felt like a while before coherent thought returned to her mind and when it did Sherlock was knelt up in front of her with something of a smug smile on his face which she couldn't help but return. He was also lazily tugging on his cock and Molly could see the head glistening with pre cum and it had her biting her lip and wanting to taste him.

She started to sit up but Sherlock shook his head, smiling at her wickedly. 'Don't even thing it, I wouldn't last and I'm still looking forward to being inside you.'

He moved forwards until he was lying on her able to kiss her once more and his kiss was open mouthed and desperate; his tongue tangling with hers as his cock nudged against her.

This time when she opened her thighs to him he didn't wait, he just reached down and positioned himself before pushing in and filling her quickly making her gasp at the welcome intrusion. Her hands grappled with the skin on his back wanting to be as close and connected to him as possible.

Slowly but surely his body moved against hers. He angled himself perfectly so he could stimulate her clit as well as hit that perfect spot inside her which had her crying out for more feeling another orgasm starting to build faster than the last. Every part of her body seemed to be alive with feeling but by far the best part was hearing the grunts and groans of Sherlock as he moved above her chasing his own pleasure; a pleasure that it seemed only she could bring him. She felt overwhelmed with emotion even as she felt her walls convulsing around him; her nails digging into the skin of his backside.

She felt his body shudder and his movements grow ragged and a moment later he came, pressing into her as far as he could, nature and physical need taking over from the cerebral.

By the time he sagged against her they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and breathing heavily.

Sherlock moved off her rolling to one side but left his hand covering her heart and Molly knew he was probably feeling and assessing her heart rate...it was such a Sherlock thing to do and it made her smile briefly.

He leant up on one elbow and looked down at her before bending to press a brief kiss to her lips. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and Molly couldn't help but feel a slight tug of nerves. She was worried that this whole kidnapping incident was going to have Sherlock running for the hills, deciding that she would be safer without him rather than with him and, if she were honest, the thought of him doing that terrified her.

It didn't stop her confronting it head on though. 'Penny for your thoughts.'

She smiled as she said it and used her fingers to brush a curl off his forehead. He was so beautiful like this and it made her stomach swoop. She wanted to see him like this every day, wanted to be this close and intimate with him so much it hurt.

'Molly, I need to tell you something but...well, you know me, I'm not very good with emotions.'

He paused and looked off into a corner of the darkened bedroom as he decided on his choice of words. Molly found she was holding her breath and already preparing arguments in her head as to why they shouldn't separate.

'I needed to think last night. Once again your safety was compromised because of me and your association with me.'

She opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger across her lips. 'No, let me finish first.'

'I thought through all the options and I know that the best...the safest option for you would be to dis-associate yourself with me...to be as far away from me as possible.'

Molly bit her lip feeling as though all her worst nightmares were coming true. Her heart was thudding in her chest now and it had nothing to do with the sex they'd just had and everything to do with fear.

'I know absolutely it's the best thing for you and if you decide to leave me I won't try and stop you, I'll do my best to let you go...but Molly, I'm selfish and weak and I can't be the one to let go. I thought about that phone call all those months ago, when Eurus was testing me and playing her evil games and she knew...even then, having not known me for very long she knew what I didn't.'

He looked Molly direct in the eye before saying his next words and Molly felt as though they would be the most important, vital words that she would ever hear in her life.

'I love you Molly Hooper. I love you. I knew it was true when I told you during that phone call but I didn't know what to do with that information...not then, I was a mess, an emotional wreck. But now, having nearly lost you...' he stopped having to take a deep breath. 'Now I understand what those words mean and what I want. I love you and I want to be with you, to keep you safe and try to make you happy.'

He let out a quick chuckle at that last line and dipped his head almost shyly. 'OK, so I'll probably be rubbish at that. I'm too self-centered and get too distracted with cases, but let it not be said that you don't know what you're getting with me because you've seen me at my worst.'

Molly brought her hand up to his face and cradled his cheek. 'Yes, and I've seen you at your best as well and you are the most amazing, beautiful and caring man that I have ever known, you just hide it well. And Sherlock...I love you too, I always have and I always will no matter what happens and I want and need to be with you as well.'

This time when they kissed there was a lightness and a relief in them both being absolutely on the same page with each other. They smiled, they giggled and they kissed and Molly knew she had never felt happier. She had finally caught the man of her dreams and she was ready to start their life together.

Alright, alright it was a corny last line but for the non-writers out there you have no idea how hard it is to come up with a final line. Those that do write...well, you know my pain don't you! Please, please let me know what you have thought about this fic, you know I love to hear it.

I'm also aiming to be back in a bit with the start of a new story, so keep your eyes peeled and join me on the next Sherlolly adventure.