I'm trying to upload this today as a special present for one of my regular readers and reviewers srhittson as today is her birthday. So Happy Birthday and I hope tomorrow's presentation goes brilliantly – I'm sure it will.

Once again I'm posting a final chapter and wondering how I got to this point. I still can't believe I've written all these stories and that they have been so well received by all you fabulous people. Thank you so much for all the support and encouragement that you give me, I really couldn't have done it without you.

Chapter 10

As Molly pushed him down onto the bed and her hands reached for the fastenings of his trousers his only regret was that he hadn't made more progress on removing her clothing. He fully intended changing that but just at that moment she released his cock and when she let her tongue slide over the head of it all coherent thought seemed to leave him.

He heard himself letting out an expletive as he gripped the sheets either side of him and he watched open mouthed as Molly started to take him deeper and deeper into her hot mouth. It was taking all his will power not to buck his hips up and make her take more and he knew he'd soon have to stop her otherwise their evening would be coming to a swift halt. But right now he was just entranced by this image; Molly on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

It was as she moaned and the vibrations of it seemed to echo through him that he knew she had to stop. He could feel his balls tightening, his mind starting to white out...another minute and he be coming in her mouth and much as he wanted to he wanted to eke out their pleasure more.

He sat up fully and pushed lightly on her shoulders and when she released him he had to bite back another groan. Instead he pulled her up to him so he could kiss her, tasting himself on her tongue knowing he'd been leaking into her mouth; he felt himself impossibly getting even harder.

This time as they kissed he sought out the zip to her dress and slid it down before letting his fingers lightly trace down her spine. She felt small and delicate, as though his hands could cover the whole span of her back. He wanted to feel more of her and so he broke off the kiss and helped her to stand with him and then he quickly removed the dress and kicked off his trousers and pants, shoes and socks until he was stood naked in front of her.

'Is this close enough to your fantasy?'

Molly was still wearing her underwear, a midnight blue bra and knickers along with hold up sheer stockings that Sherlock was tempted to leave on her when he finally had sex with her. Just the thought of it had his cock bobbing and pulsing.

She smiled teasingly and let her eyes rake up and down his body before slowly circling him, letting one finger trail across his skin. He chuckled at her taking time to assess him and when she finally stood in front of him again he just raised one eyebrow questioningly.

She bit her lip. 'Mmm, you'll do.'

He mock frowned. 'I'll do...is that all? Maybe I need to make more of an effort...show you just what I can do.'

At that he picked her up making her squeal as she wrapped her legs around his waist then he turned and laid them both back down on the bed, his body easily covering hers.

He could feel the heat of her quim against his cock, separated only by the silk of her knickers and he ached to be inside her but he wanted to make her come first. He wanted sex with him to be the best she'd ever had, he wanted to erase any other men from her mind.

Her arms and legs were holding him to her as they kissed and he knew he could lose himself in her embrace, his mind had no other thoughts than his pleasure and hers and it was just such a blessed relief; he wished it hadn't taken him so long to realise his feelings.

Finally, when he needed to pause for breath he knelt up slightly and reached under her so he could release the clasp of her bra. Molly looked up at him with an almost nervous vulnerability and he vowed to himself never to do anything to hurt her. He already worried that he would...inadvertently, during a case, when he became preoccupied. She must have seen his thoughts reflected on his face because she smiled and shook her head, her finger gently grazing his lips.

'Shh, don't worry. I don't want to change you, I love you just as you are...I will always love you.'

He closed his eyes and took a breath feeling his concerns wash away...she always saw him, that vulnerable part of him that he tried to hide from the world. 'And I you, I'm sorry I made you wait.'

Her answer surprised him. 'I'm not, you wouldn't have been ready...but you are now.' Her face morphed into a cheeky grin. 'Now, weren't you going to show me just exactly what you could do to me...don't keep me waiting.'

He couldn't help but chuckle at her lightening the atmosphere and he finally pulled her bra down her shoulders so he could see her breasts. They were the perfect size for her petite frame and he gently covered them with his hands marveling at how possessive he felt when he did. He wanted to make her his and his alone.

Her eyes fluttered shut at his touch and she arched towards him wanting more and he was more than happy to give it. Moving down slightly he lay back over her and took her left breast into his mouth hearing her hum of satisfaction and feeling her hands sliding across his scalp.

He enjoyed licking and biting and suckling on her nipple assessing what she enjoyed and how, filing it all away in the new room in his mind palace for all things Molly. He was surprised by how much he had already retained...his feelings seemed so obvious now that he had acknowledged and accepted them.

Slowly he slid his hand down her side until it rested on her hip and he felt her bucking up towards him and he knew just what she wanted. Teasingly he let his finger trace the edge of her knickers, hearing her moan of encouragement but he still took his time before he let his hands slide inside the material. Her skin felt as soft as the silk but his cock pulsed once more when his fingers slid through her trimmed hair and down to her slick, wet centre.

He wasted no time in finding her clit and stimulating it with his finger hearing Molly's breathing starting to become erratic and knowing her heart beat would be increasing in pace. It wasn't enough though, he had to taste her...he needed to.

He withdrew his hand and smirked a little at her cry of frustration and as he moved down her body and sat up between between her legs he saw her looking at him with a frown on her face and it made him chuckle again. 'Patience is a virtue Molly Hooper,' he admonished.

'Patience is over-rated Mr Holmes.' Was the only response he received.

As he slid her pants down her legs and then settled himself between them he saw her eyes dilating as she looked down at him...she was biting her lip a little and he could see a slight look of disbelief as though she couldn't quite comprehend what he was about to do.

Once again he took his time, even though it was frustrating him as much as it was her. His hands moved up her thighs as he kissed the skin at the side of her hip, sucking it into his mouth and marking her. When he'd finished he looked at his handiwork and nodded in approval.

'God...please Sherlock...'

He glanced up at Molly who was writhing and clutching at the sheets. 'Please what?'

'Just...make me come, I need something...anything...'

He settled himself comfortably and let out a puff of air over her quim and watched as she shuddered with need.

'How about my mouth?' He kissed her clit and pulled back slightly as she bucked towards him letting out a loud groan.

'Or my tongue?' He followed up his words by licking up from her centre to her clit and back again.

'Oh God, I don't care...either...both...I'm so close...please...'

Her hands moved back to his hair and she nudged him closer as she lifted her hips towards him and he chuckled again at her being so demanding but this time he gave in and gave her what she needed. He swirled his tongue over her clit and then used it to enter her and he could feel her unravelling around him as she cried out his name. She tasted divine and he could feel himself rutting against the sheets desperate now for his own release as he licked up her juices and waited until she'd calmed down a little.

As her hands released their grip on his hair he wasted no time in crawling up her body until he could feel his cock sliding against her quim. She pulled him to her for a deep, desperate kiss and as she did he felt her hand moving between their bodies until she took hold of him. Then she lifted her legs so she could position him at her entrance and he couldn't wait any longer. As he pushed into her she swallowed his groan of relief. It felt so much more emotional than it had that morning and the night before. That had just been fucking whereas this...he was almost embarrassed to think it, it was such a cliché, but this felt like he was making love.

He tried to control his pace, to take his time but his need was too great and she felt too good and before he knew it he was giving her everything...withdrawing almost to the point of leaving her body before slamming back into her and she took it all and demanded more.

His muscles were starting to ache with effort and he could feel himself on the verge when he felt her start to orgasm again and it destroyed any last vestige of control that he had and he came, pumping his seed as far into her as their bodies would allow...feeling it stream out of him in great, satisfying, mind blowing strands.

A moment or two later and he collapsed onto her trying desperately to catch his breath and still his racing heart. He could feel her holding him close and kissing his neck, literally whispering sweet nothings to him and he couldn't ever remember feeling so utterly content and at peace with the world.

Finally he let her go watching as she padded her way to the bathroom and he sat up a little so he could take a gulp of the water sat by his bedside. By the time she came back out he was half under the covers and waiting for her, needing to hold her close and feel her in his arms.

As she settled against him he kissed the top of her head and smiled.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly could not believe just how good they were together. He seemed to instinctively know how to wring out the maximum amount of pleasure from her. In her half asleep musings she wondered whether it was because he was a sex god or whether it was down to how she felt about him adding to her pleasure. All she knew was that even though she was tired she couldn't wait to be coupled with him once more. She didn't ever want to leave this bed even though she knew she must.

Sherlock must have been feeling the same because after waking her up in the best way possible the following morning he held her close, kissing her neck and he asked her to move in with him.

She pulled back a little in shock and looked at him searchingly. 'Don't you think that's a little soon? I mean, you only realised you had feelings for me twelve hours ago.'

He shrugged and kissed his way down her chest so he could lie his head on her breast, feeling her play with his hair in a way he had never known he would enjoy so much.

'Maybe, but I know how I am once I've made my mind up and it's not going to change so why should we wait...convention...who cares! I want you in my bed...I want to come back from cases and know you'll be there...I want to see you when you get in from work and I want to screw you on every surface in Baker St.'

He heard her giggle as she slapped him lightly on the shoulder. He took the opportunity to palm her breast feeling the fleshy mound under his hand and the tightening of her nipple as she started to get aroused once more and he knew he wouldn't tire of this, her, them...not ever.

It was three hours later when they finally made it back to London. They'd missed the post-wedding breakfast with Molly's family and only just made it out of the room before they'd been kicked out. By the time they fell through the doors of Baker St Molly had already texted Mike asking for a couple of days off as well as asking her neighbour to carry on looking after Toby, her cat.

They dropped their bags inside the front door and Sherlock had Molly pressed up against the wall kissing her soundly when he heard Mrs Hudson's flat door open. It was a surprise though that it was John he heard swearing and it was only that that had him letting Molly go.

'John, hey. Didn't know you were coming round today?'

'No, obviously. So, I take it the weekend away went well.' The older man was trying but failing to keep the grin off his face and all Sherlock could do was return it as he took Molly's hand. A quick glance at her showed that she was embarrassed at them being caught but he had no such qualms. They were together now so their friends might as well find out and it was only right that John should be first.

'Mrs H swore blind this would happen but I just didn't believe her...I didn't believe Mary either when she used to tell me the two of you would end up together. Looks like I was wrong and you know what? I'm perfectly happy to be.'

Sherlock hadn't been sure how John was going to react and he had to admit to feeling an element of relief that he was pleased for them and he nodded his head and stepped forward. John held his hand out and he shook it basking in his friend's approval for once.

'Coming up for a drink John?'

The older man paused for a second and looked back and forth between Molly and Sherlock before shaking his head. 'No, I don't think I will this time. I'm sure you won't miss me. And just so you know I've picked up a locum job...not a long stint but I won't be coming round, not for the next couple of days at least.'

Sherlock nodded and gave a wry smile. 'I think I'll be quite busy as well for the next day or so. Maybe you could text Lestrade for me...make my excuses...unless the case is a ten of course.'

'Of course...right I'd best be off. Mrs H said I could use her car so if you could just let me have the keys...' he held his hand out expectantly but Sherlock just laughed.

'I might be distracted at the moment John but I'm not THAT distracted. Nice try though.'

John returned his grin. 'Worth a go. I'll catch up with you both soon. Don't do anything I wouldn't.'

Sherlock smirked at Molly. 'Doesn't exclude much. Shall we go up? We need to start on that plan to screw on every surface.'

Molly returned his smile and took his hand as he pulled her up the stairs. She had never dreamed that the adage of faking it til you make it would be true but faking it had been the best possible decision she reckoned she would ever make. She looked forward to her new life with Sherlock and all the adventures it would hold.

And there we are…you know what I want now so I won't even ask…I'll just beg instead :).

I'll be back soon. I've got a couple of short bits for you and then I'll start posting the Drug Addict fic that I've mentioned previously…until then take care xx