So here we are with the final chapter. It's been a blast and Ive loved taking this journey with you all...thank you so much for every comment, every favourite, every follow.
Anyway, I think I've kept you waiting long enough so let's get on.
Chapter 12
Sherlock felt as though he was being overwhelmed with sensations that he desperately wanted to capture and keep but it was all too much and all he could do was give in to pure physical enjoyment. Every touch from Molly was driving him crazy, it was as though she knew just how to tease him to the brink whilst never quite letting him fall.
Her hands were on his body and he could feel her breath against his skin each time she pressed her warm lips on his hips moving ever closer to his cock. He couldn't remember ever feeling this hard. He was aching for her to touch him.
When she finally wrapped her small hand around him he couldn't hold back the groan or the way his hips buckled upwards in reaction.
Finally she let her tongue swirl around the tip of his erection and he couldn't resist looking down the length of his body and watching her. The whole image was burned into his mind; his Molly, naked, with her hair falling in wet ropes around her shoulders as her mouth slowly slid down his cock.
He was glad they'd had sex only a few hours earlier because otherwise he wouldn't be in any position to manage the foreplay, as it was it was still difficult to resist just giving in and fucking her beautiful mouth. He could feel her teeth scraping down his shaft and her mouth felt so perfectly warm and wet.
He grunted with the effort to hold back...his hands clutching at the sheets underneath him. He could feel her taking him deeper with every pass and when he felt himself hit the back of her throat and his balls started to tighten with his release he sat up pulling away from her.
'Shit, Molly, I can't...just...just give me a moment.'
As he caught his breath and tried to control his reactions he saw her sit up and smugly lick her lips before biting on her bottom lip and he felt a rush of pure affection for her. He'd wasted so much time; time he could have spent loving this amazing, gorgeous woman.
He pulled her to him for a kiss, tasting himself on her lips but just not caring and he couldn't help telling her how he felt.
'God, I love you.'
She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her knees either side of his hips and she giggled as he kissed her again.
'Mmm, you have no idea how much I love hearing you say that.'
He smiled pulling her closer, enjoying the pressure of her weight on his cock. 'Show me how much you love it.'
She rose up on her knees just enough that she could reach down and position him at her entrance, then she held his gaze as she slowly slid down onto him, shifting her legs to wrap around his hips. He saw her eyelids almost close and her eyes roll back as she exhaled and it all added to his feelings of arousal as he entered her.
Her quim was tighter and warmer than her mouth had been and he felt himself pulsing in response. He was close but he wanted to make Molly come again before he gave in to his own pleasure.
She ground down onto him and the moan she let out told him that she was as turned on as he was.
He could feel her breasts mashed up against his chest and her hands in his hair tugging in his curls as she brought her face to his for a blistering kiss. Their tongues tangled together as he helped her to rock back and forth on his cock and the build up of pressure was relentless.
Even as she kissed him her moans were getting louder and more desperate and he wasn't sure he could hold off any longer. He could feel his balls tightening again, his mind starting to detach from consciousness and white out.
At the last moment she came and he felt her tighten around him as she broke off from the kiss so she could cry out his name. It gave him the permission he needed to let go and he pumped up into her once, twice, and then he came letting out a roar of relief and pure satisfaction. He felt his seed streaming into her and in that moment decided he wanted her pregnant with his child...maybe not now but one day.
He fell back on the bed taking her with him and they lay together catching their breath, still touching and kissing, just enjoying being together.
When Molly finally moved off him he felt the loss of her immediately and he sat up as she did. She looked at him shyly and he knew that she was still finding their change of status new and odd and he couldn't blame her...he'd never been in a relationship before so this was all new territory for him.
'Umm...I think I'll have a shower...do you...umm...'
'Want me to join you? Yes.'
He smiled and stood, holding out his hand. She looked so gloriously beautiful; naked, hair tousled from sex and most of all she looked happy and he felt his heart swelling in his chest in a way he hadn't felt before. She made him see things and feel things in a way he never had and he just wanted more.
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By the time John came back with Rosie the sun was shining once more and he could hear Sherlock and Molly were swimming together out in the pool. He settled Rosie in her cot for a sleep before making his way out to see them.
He was just about to call down when he saw something he hadn't really seen before. Molly said something to Sherlock, something John couldn't quite catch but he saw his friend laugh before catching her and bringing her to him for a kiss. This wasn't a quick kiss like the one he'd seen him give Janine previously it was passionate and it almost made John feel like a peeping Tom for watching.
As his friends pulled apart he could see Molly's eyes were bright with love and happiness and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. Looked like his arse of a friend had finally done something right and he couldn't help but feel that it would be the best thing Sherlock had ever done. Molly would balance him and keep him grounded. He'd always needed someone to be there for him; once that had been himself but he had Rosie now and just couldn't be there as much for his friend even if he wanted to.
He was about to turn and walk away, to give them some privacy when Sherlock, without even looking round, called up to him.
'It's fine John, you can come and join us.'
John rolled his eyes. It seemed Sherlock was as observant as ever even with Molly in his arms to distract him.
He opened the gate and made his way down the steps and chuckled lightly to himself when he saw Molly blushing and moving away from Sherlock, slightly embarrassed at having been caught.
Sherlock pulled himself out of the pool and went to sit on one of the loungers. He grabbed one of the bottles of water that they must have brought with them and opened it to take a drink.
John sat on the lounger opposite him and grinned. 'I take it you sorted the mess out. I told you to make sure you spoke to her.'
Sherlock huffed in response but then nodded his head and looked over at Molly who was leaning against the edge of the pool, her eyes were closed with her face held up to the sun. John saw a softness in his friend's eyes and with a jolt realised that it was love. He knew Sherlock liked Molly, wanted to be with Molly but until this moment he hadn't realised the depth of his friend's emotions.
'You love her...don't you. You actually love her.'
Sherlock looked back at him and then gave a wry smile. 'Well done John. I'll make a detective out of you yet.'
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That evening was their last in the house and they spent it together. John had offered to let Molly and Sherlock go out for a meal or something together but they'd been happy to stay in with him and cook together before eating the meal and sharing a couple of bottles of wine. It had been a perfect end to what Molly was now knowing had been a perfect holiday.
She'd gone just hoping for some rest and some fun and she was returning home having started a relationship with the one man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
For the first time she went up the stairs with him knowing that they would share a room, share a bed and share their bodies.
As she closed the bedroom door and turned she gave a small yelp of surprise at how close he was but when she saw the look on his face all she could do was take a quick gasp of air as he closed the distance between them; his lips meeting hers in a kiss which took her breath away.
She felt dizzy with desire as her back hit the door and she hoped that it would always be this way between them. She couldn't imagine ever not wanting him and it had only grown more imperative since she'd realised just how good sex with him was.
He lifted her and she wound her legs around his hips, her dress rucking up her thighs. She could already feel his erection pressing against her and she let out a moan and felt herself rubbing against it as she let it feed her own arousal.
His mouth left hers and moved along her jaw and down to her neck and she closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she felt him sucking at her skin, no doubt marking her and she loved it.
'God, Molly, what have you done to me? I've gone years without sex and now I feel as if I can't get enough of it...can't get enough of you...'
All she could do was hum in acknowledgement as he rocked his hips against her. She knew her knickers must be damp with her arousal by now and all she wanted was to feel him inside her. She moved one hand down to try to undo his trousers but he chuckled and she felt him shaking his head against her neck.
'Oh no, you're not getting away that lightly. I think I have a favour to repay.'
He took her weight fully as he moved away from the door and carried her to the bed and she frowned in confusion at his words, wondering what he meant. She was going to ask him when he dropped her down on the bed and she giggled with shock as she bounced on landing. Her laughter soon stopped however when he dropped down to the floor between her open knees.
He pushed her dress up just enough that he could hook his fingers into the sides of her pants and slowly draw them down her legs.
Molly leant up on her elbows watching him in fascination and almost disbelief as he dropped the pants to one side and then pushed her knees further apart before kissing his way up the inside of her right thigh. He took his time and once again marked her, branding her as his own.
As he reached her curls her breath caught in her throat and he looked up at her, their eyes meeting and holding. Her heart hammered in her chest at the thought of him going down on her. Seeing it...knowing it was going to happen was almost too much. She could feel her body starting to react and he hadn't even touched her yet. She kept having to almost pinch herself and remind herself that this was reality and not just a fantasy, Sherlock was really here with her.
Just watching him and seeing his expression had her inner muscles convulsing but it was nothing compared to the moment his mouth finally closed over her clit. It was all she could do to rein in her cry, her embarrassment at John possibly hearing being the only thing holding her back. She had never been this vocal with previous partners but there was something about Sherlock that made her noisy. It didn't help that he seemed to love hearing her...asking her to say his name, to express herself. It made her feel free and desired in a way she hadn't truly felt before.
As his tongue explored her she felt him hum in satisfaction and the feel of it echoed through her quim which in turn had her shamelessly pushing herself against him. He paused for a moment making her mewl in frustration but he pulled back just enough for him to say 'fuck Molly, you taste amazing' and it was enough to start her climax. It rolled over her in waves as his tongue drew out the length of her orgasm.
Her desire for him did not end there and as he sat back lazily wiping one hand across his wickedly good mouth and smirking at her she sat up and roughly pulled him to her. She still wanted him, now more than ever. She felt an ache between her legs that only he could fill.
He half fell onto her as she kissed him and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and she could feel how hard he was. She knew that maybe she should move slower...after all they were in no rush but she wanted to feel him inside her, linked to her and so she moved one hand to try to undo his trousers.
In the end he had to help her and between them they managed to undo the button and zip but she only allowed him to push them down just enough to release him before she had hold of him encouraging him to start pushing into her.
Through all of this they kept kissing returning to it after every pause or interruption. He was taking her very breath from her body until she felt dizzy from it but she still didn't want to stop. She felt consumed by him and as he pushed into her the feel of him stretched and filled her in a way that just made her feel complete.
As he reached the limits of her body his lips finally moved to her neck giving them both a chance to catch their breath as he sucked on the skin below her ear. Now they were joined the urgency had subsided somewhat and as he kissed her neck he just rocked his hips almost imperceptibly against her own. It was a slow, delicious dance that had her building inexorably towards another orgasm.
Bit by bit she felt his will beginning to break as his rocking turned into a rhythmic pumping which in turn turned into thrusts. At every stage she was there encouraging him on, desperately chasing her own completion feeling it building. They were ignorant of anything else, just wrapped up in their own need for each other and that drive towards pure, physical satisfaction. She could feel his muscles working beneath her hands, his neck cording under her lips as he chased his orgasm. The sound of his groans, his need for her, finally sent her over the edge and as she came she felt him falter as he joined her, slamming into her as deep as he could, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.
A moment later he collapsed him full weight onto her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as she held him close. His lips moved against her neck as he kissed her needing to be as close to her as she wanted to be to him.
Eventually he moved to one side pulling her with him so she ended up against his side with her head on his chest. They were both still half dressed but neither seemed to have the energy or inclination to care.
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As they left the house the next day, packing their belongings into the waiting taxi, Molly looked back at the house that had changed her life so much. It looked much the way it had the first day, surrounded by flowering rhododendron bushes with blue skies above it.
She smiled contentedly and felt Sherlock come up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. 'I'm deducing that you like this house. Maybe we should come back here for our honeymoon.'
She turned and laughed, not for one moment believing him as she kissed him. As always though he was right. They returned less than twelve months later as husband and wife and every year thereafter. It became their very own, very personal place in the sun.
I'm suspecting that they bought the place off Mycroft which makes me wonder what they did with the basement. Ah well, I think I shall let you guys decide that one. Did they upgrade the sex dungeon, turn it into a science lab for experiments or store the baby equipment that they needed as their family grew ever larger?
I shall be back soon as I have a short fic to post for my friendship anniversary swap with Lilsherlockian1975 then we can get started with the Ripper fic...I hope you'll join me for it xxx