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Chapter 3 Part 2

When Molly arrived at her sister's house there were friends, neighbours and other family members waiting to greet her. She had forgotten how popular her mum was, after avoiding many a phone-call and chances to visit as they were mainly concerned with why Molly hadn't settled down yet. The support offered to Molly, her sister Marilyn and brother Michael was overwhelming. Everyone was in shock that Mrs Hooper had gone.

After catching up with her family and eating some takeaway some kind person had the thought to buy, Molly went to try and sleep in her sister's spare room. She glanced at her phone again whilst unpacking her mini suitcase, 'Should I text him back?' She shook her head, 'No he can wait a while!' Molly still felt slightly angry with him but she realised that this was Sherlock and he had probably not meant it nastily but dammit it still hurt!

She received another text whilst she was asleep from Sherlock that she did not read until the next morning, it read:

Why are you not answering your door? I've brought your favourite flowers

SH

She smiled at the thought of Sherlock buying her favourite flowers before crinkling her brow and asking herself, 'does he even know what they are?'

Then the reason why she was in her sister's spare room hit her again and she set off crying for at least an half an hour before her sister heard her and joined her in the bed where they comforted each other before falling asleep together.

They were both awakened by her text message tone going off, Molly checked her phone she had two new texts, one from John and one from Sherlock. The text she received from John was sweet,

Molly

I hope you are ok! I had a chat with him about what he said to you.

Not that he'll admit it but he seems quite worried about you not opening your door, I believe he'll break in soon if you're not careful. Hope you two make up soon, if you need me let me know!

JW

This made her sniffle and prompted her sister to ask who it was from; she replied that it was from one of her closest friends. Molly read the text from Sherlock next,

Molly

Have I really offended you so much that you won't open the door? John's talked to me about how it upset you. I am sorry Molly

SH

Molly blinked in surprise, 'Sherlock apologising? Well there's a first!' She knew she ought to text him back but deep down it made her feel good that he was worried about her and it kind of proved that even if he didn't love her, he at least cared! Then she felt bad for thinking like that.

She then told her inquisitive sister all about Sherlock, who told her that she was mad for loving a bloke like that and what would mum think? This set them off crying again for a little while, Molly calmed herself down enough to reply to both John's and Sherlock's messages. To John she replied:

Thank you John you are such a good friend! I am currently at my sisters as my mum passed away a few days ago. I am sure we will make up soon! Thank you for your kind msg! Speak soon

Molly x

To Sherlock she replied:

You're forgiven. I am at my sister's mum passed away few days ago. I'll get in touch soon

Molly x

She knew John will tell him what she texted him but she was surprised when she received an answer from John but not Sherlock. John's reply was:

So sorry to hear that Molly! If there is anything I can do for you and your family please don't hesitate to ask ok? Take care and I'll see you soon

JW

She led her sister downstairs where their brother greeted them with toast. They arranged to go the funeral parlour and their mum's solicitor later that day and arrange everything for the funeral. They sat together and cried before each disappearing to use the shower and get dressed.

When they returned from the funeral parlour and their mum's solicitor, a taxi was just pulling up outside their sister's house. Molly nearly fell out the door of her brother's car when Sherlock got out of the taxi; she walked towards him as he finished paying his fare.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see you…..also I'm charged with a case of a missing girl. Whens your mother's funeral? Is that your family?" Sherlock walked towards her brother and sister obviously intent on introducing himself.

Molly realised that he was asking questions so she would not shout at him for coming up for a case; they both knew she would not make a show of herself in front of her family. Her sister was taken with his good looks and polite manners but her brother looked wary of Sherlock, Molly joined them and invited Sherlock into the house.

Sherlock sat by Molly and took possession of her hand when they sat on the sofa, much to her confusion until she realised he was trying to comfort her, 'either that or he's nervous of my family'.

She questioned him on the case and was told that the missing girl was the 3rd girl to go missing in the last month and there was hopes she was still alive, Sherlock leaned close and quietly spoke,

"Also it meant I could be here with you."

Molly knew better than to take it as romantic, Sherlock did not want to be her boyfriend and he does NOT do romantic. But underneath it all she was grateful and happy that he was here so she graced him with a small smile, Sherlock then asked when the funeral was and would it be alright if he attended? Marilyn went to put on the kettle; Molly went to help, leaving the two men alone in the room.

Marilyn asked if this was the same man who Molly had described and god wasn't he gorgeous with those cheekbones? This made Molly giggle before sobering them up with the comment, "Mum would have liked him…"

When they brought in the mugs of tea, there was tension in the room, not a lot mind you but enough to indicate her brother had done his usual 'hurt my sister I hurt your face speech'. She rolled her eyes and gave Sherlock his mug, "where are you staying?" Sherlock admitted that he was in a bed and breakfast round the corner. He watched with fascination as the siblings gave their opinions on the B+B and argued about suggestions on better ones. He quietened them with a comment on how it was the closest to them. Molly couldn't help the little jolt of her heart when he said this, she wouldn't comment on it now but when this had blown over she was going to have talk to him as this was certainly out of character.

As they drank their tea, he also glanced round the room to see family photos and children's paintwork. He was interrupted on his perusing of the room when Marilyn asked him if he can deduce anything about her, he glanced at Molly who shrugged, "try and be nice."

He told her that she was a primary school teacher but had no children of her own; she was involved with someone at her work, maybe another teacher or maybe the cleaner? He turned to her brother and told him that he was a single car mechanic that he loved his job but hated his boss.

Both siblings stared at him with astonishment; he turned back to Marilyn and admitted that he knew she was a teacher because of the artwork by the kids but all had different names on them so she must be a primary teacher but no kids of her own. He knew that she was involved with someone at her work because of the smell of pine cleaner and chalk marks on her coat where she had been pressed against the chalkboard and knocked over pine cleaner in their…passion.

Turning back to Michael, "I smell oil on you and you have a small patch on your jeans. I also know you hate your boss as you have often been clenching your hand with disregard to the equipment you have in your hand at the time, causing those marks on the inside of your fingers and the faint scratches on your knuckles indicate you have punched the wall on occasion."

The room was silent, fearing he had upset them therefore upset Molly and he glanced at her only to see her smirking,

"I told you he was brilliant."

He beamed at her, causing her to blush. He then drained the rest of his tea, "I must go, I have to go see the crime scene later and see what I can do tomorrow so I am free to attend the…funeral on Wednesday." Molly got up and said she would walk with him to the B+B as it wasn't far.

She thought she would perform a little experiment of her own and see if he would tolerate public affection as he normally would not allow such 'stupid, trivial actions' as handholding in the past but maybe now…? Yes it would seem he would!

They were comfortably silent on the walk to the B+B, until they were outside the door where Sherlock invited her in.

The room was quaint but had seen better days; Molly sat on the bed whilst Sherlock took off his coat. He watched her face as he did; opening his mouth he surprised her,

"I hope I have not offended you with my coming on a case here?" He crouched by her, "I realised and John confirmed it verbally that I must censor what I say to you if I want to continue seeing you which I do." He leant forward and kissed her on the lips, "I am sorry for the hurtful things I said to you Molly and I am sorry for your mum." Molly answered by initiating the next kiss and wrapping her arms round his neck. Sherlock accepted it for a second before pushing her back so she was laid out on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Then hovering over her, he kissed her again.

He kissed a path up and down her neck, making her shiver; he pulled up her top and bra to release her breasts from their confines. He then paid attention to them as Molly pulled her top over her head and arched into his mouth, just as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, in order to unclasp her bra.

He licked a path to the edge of her jeans and unbuttoned them silently demanding she lift up her hips so he could pull them off along with her knickers. He pulled off her socks and pumps before kissing a path up her legs and around her groin area before attacking her clit with teeth and tongue. Molly felt the build-up of pressure starting to grow, Sherlock entered her with his index finger, making her arch in pleasure and moan loudly.

For Molly the combined sensations of his tongue and the feeling of his finger stroking her inside was exquisite, the pleasure was growing but it wasn't enough! She guessed he was making love to her to make-up for what he had said to her but that's not what she wanted right now! She needed his cock now! His magnificent, bigger than average cock and if he didn't put in her right now she would…..she would…..rape him! Force herself on him! Sherlock's deep chuckles made her realise that yes she had just said that out loud!

Sherlock stood up to undress himself and unroll a condom as Molly moved herself so she was in the middle of the double bed with her head on the pillows. Sherlock positioned himself over her before pushing in muttering,

"So tight Molly, always so tight!"

Molly whimpered as he pushed in to the hilt, she moved her legs so they tucked over the crook of his elbows. He closed his eyes at the sensation of her clenching round him as she did so. He gave her a quick kiss then started moving.

The emotional last few days took their toll on Molly, after she had exploded into a million pieces and been sewn back together, she burst into tears. Sherlock lifted his head from her shoulder where he had melted; Molly turned her head to the side. Sherlock rolled them over so Molly could cry (literally) on his shoulder.

Later Molly awoke to find herself still on top of Sherlock and a clench of her pelvic muscles confirmed that yes he was still inside her. Now they had cooled down, Molly was shivering slightly so she sat up to move off him. Molly went to the ensuite to use the toilet as Sherlock peeled off the used condom and threw it in the bin; pulling back the covers he got back into bed. Molly came out of the ensuite and sat on the edge of the bed in order to get dressed.

"You know you don't have to go?" Molly turned to see a still naked Sherlock pat the bed next to him, looking at his sincere expression, she thought 'fuck it!' so she climbed under the covers and curled up to his side, Sherlock wrapped his arm round her back. It was peaceful for a moment before Sherlock commented,

"You know that's the first time I've ever apologised to anyone, not even to my own family!"

Molly smiled before replying, "Did you know that was your first make-up sex?"

Sherlock chuckled at that, "Hmm yes it was, as much as I enjoyed it, I hope we don't need to do it again so soon!"

Molly giggled sleepily, "Is it ok for me to stay over tonight? I don't have the energy to walk home."

The next few days went speeding past much to Molly's relief as there were many emotions running at the same time. Mostly sadness but surprise and joy when John and Mrs Hudson came to the funeral to support her, she could not believe that she had such good friends such as them. Her biggest surprise was when her mum's best friend Lily Morstan's daughter Mary took a shine to John and he was clearly intrigued by her. She made a mental note to invite her to London as soon as possible. Sherlock much to John's disbelief was a stable pillar of support to Molly despite working on a case at the same time.

He caught the murderer and found the girl the day after the funeral and was happy to head home when Molly was ready.

Life returned almost to normal, Sherlock and Molly had copious amounts of sex all over the flat of 221B Baker Street and yes they did christen Mycroft's office one time, it happened when he had finished a case and they were left alone in the office for 10 minutes. Sherlock allowed small doses of public affection and Molly was happy to oblige.

Mary was dating John and they were very happy, so happy infact that after 6 months together John proposed to Mary and she said yes! Sherlock was best man and Molly was maid of honour, Molly wrote Sherlock's speech so he would offend anyone and to keep the day as perfect as possible.

Molly sighed with longing as she watched the couple have their traditional first dance. Sherlock watched her with a quizzical brow; he questioned Mary on it as they had their obligatory dance. Mary used to Sherlock's strange questions by now wasn't fazed by it, just replying,

"Every girl dreams of having their own wedding day Sherlock."

3 Months Later….

Molly knew something was up with Sherlock as he could not keep still and it was distracting her from her favourite book as they sat in the flat of 221B. She watched him as he paced up and down in front of the fireplace, he seemed almost nervous…?

"Sherlock what's wrong? You've been pacing for the last hour!" Sherlock sat abruptly on his chair before throwing up his hands in despair then stood in front of Molly to gaze down on her.

She looked up to watch him as he slowly plucked the book from her grasp and knelt on his knees before her, licking his lips he started speaking,

"Molly I can't explain it! Everytime I look at you, strange chemical reactions take place within me. I get hot…" Upon seeing Molly's amused expression he became quiet and only carried on speaking when Molly prompted him to carry on.

"I want you to live here with me Molly. You practically do anyway and with John and Mary finding their house because she's pregnant," Hearing Molly's gasp startled him, "Don't tell me you didn't guess it? Well act surprised when they do get around to telling us, alright? That's not what I want to tell you anyway." He got onto one knee and produced a small black box; looking into her eyes he asked the immortal question," Will you be my wife?"

Molly was so shocked that for approximately 30 seconds she could not say a word but sit in shock before screaming yes and hugging Sherlock tightly. Sherlock unravelled her arms from round his neck to place the gorgeous diamond ring on her finger; he rolled his eyes when Molly burst into tears as he did so.

John and Mary entered the room just as Molly and Sherlock were making out quite passionately, John snorted, "Please don't christen the sofa! We've got to sit on that!" Molly turned to him beaming and holding out her hand.

"We're engaged!" Congratulations went to both parties as Mary revealed she was pregnant. As the ladies went to tell Mrs Hudson both their good news, John chuckled as they heard a small scream of delight from downstairs.

"Shall I crack open that bottle of bubbly your brother sent me for my wedding and never got to open? By the way what about your other wife?"

Sherlock looked at him strangely," I don't have any other wife, I've asked Molly to be my wife."

John laughed loudly, "I meant your work, didn't you once say you considered yourself married to your work?"

Sherlock smiled and accepted the glass of champagne, "Not anymore but I'll still take on cases. Will you…still be my assistant?"

John grinned, "Of course but not the life threatening ones as I have my family to consider now." John sat on the sofa and awaited for the ladies to reappear from downstairs, Sherlock smirked as he did so.

"By the way John that sofa has been christened many times….."

The End

Phew that's the longest chapter I've written so far! If anyone wants to see the ring I imagined Sherlock giving to Molly please see my profile for the link!

Lol I hope you've all enjoyed this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it! I tried to keep Sherlock as original as possible but at the same time I wanted to have changed him slightly aswell because of his feelings for Molly, I just hope I've conveyed that! Thank you to all my reviewers but a big thank you to the regulars: Murmeltierchen, eccentricpetal and Hellscrimsonangel! For those who haven't reviewed but added to favourite story and so forth, thank you for reading! (Reviews are much appreciated though!)

Just a side note that I am currently writing a side story of the 'christening' of Mycroft's office so I will put it up as soon as it's finished!