Oh God here we are the final chapter and then it's all at an end. Thank you all so, so much for making it my most reviewed fic ever. Thank you for reading and supporting and favouriting. It's been a blast!

For those preferring a T it's fairly tame but you'll see when it's starting to heat up and can bow out at that point.

Epilogue

Three Years Later

Molly sat on her favourite chair in her home in Baker St and thought back to all those events three years earlier. Sometimes she couldn't quite believe it was that long ago, time just seemed to fly by.

Toby nudged his head under her hand and she absentmindedly scratched behind his ear listening to his purr, as she let the paper in her other hand drop onto the arm of her chair.

She had known about this murder already but it was still a shock to see it typed up in black and white. It seemed that the domestic who had helped Molly patch up Arthur's hands after the fire and who had been unmasked by Sherlock as the instigator of all those pranks, which could have been so much more serious, had finally tipped over the edge.

Not only had she caused the death of an undergraduate but she had almost killed two others. She was arrested following a phone call from Sherlock to Lestrade; Sherlock had realised who it was as soon as he had heard about the case in the news.

She was sorry it had come to this but she couldn't look back on those weeks in Oxford without a sense of joy, it was their time there that had finally brought Molly and Sherlock together and that was something she would never regret.

He'd finally persuaded her to move in with him only a matter of weeks after they'd returned to London but in all honesty Molly hadn't felt like she was giving up much. It was only a cheap flat in a mediocre part of town and if the worst had come to the worst she could have rented herself another such place. Thankfully the worst hadn't happened, and although Molly couldn't say living with Sherlock was easy they were happy together.

She heard his footsteps on the stairs and her heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him. Her love and her desire for him had not waned upon knowing him more, if anything she had a deeper love for him now that she knew him better than she'd ever had before.

He burst into the room hanging up his cost before coming over and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Within seconds he had picked up on her pensive state and he sat on the arm of her chair reading the newspaper article over her shoulder.

'Ah...I warned them all those years ago but no one would listen, there was no law to hold her until she had done something worse and now she has. Of course, they were all very sorry and remorseful when Lestrade went up to help arrest her but that doesn't bring back the victim does it.'

He slid down onto the chair, behind Molly, his arm around her waist, his legs still dangling over the edge of the chair.

His hand lay on her slightly swollen stomach, 'you shouldn't worry about it. John told me I wasn't to let you get stressed about anything.'

Molly smiled and turned in his arms so she was facing him more, 'I'm not that delicate, only pregnant. Anyway he probably meant YOU shouldn't stress me out, not the news.'

Sherlock frowned slightly before leaning in to kiss her.

Molly pulled away after a while before he could seduce her back into their bed, not that that was a bad thing but she wanted to talk to him. She let her hand drift to his face, her thumb sliding over his cheekbone.

'Sherlock, I was thinking. I'd like to go up and visit Mandy and her new wife. I haven't seen her since the wedding and with everything that's going on with Tracey and the murders I...I'd just like to be there to support her.'

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, 'well...I suppose it does make sense that you go now before the baby's here but I don't like it when you leave me, you know I don't.'

Molly rolled her eyes. 'It was one night, for a pathology conference, and it was over a year ago.'

He pouted, 'I still missed you.'

'You mean you missed having a slave, you big baby!'

He frowned again and looked her in the eye, his hand coming up to her face mirroring her own, 'no Molly, I missed YOU. I hate sleeping without you now. It's different when I have a case; I don't really sleep then anyway but on a normal night, if you aren't here...I just miss you.' He leant in again to kiss her once more and this time Molly could feel the kiss becoming more passionate as it so often did between the two of them.

She moaned as his hand dropped to her shoulder and then he slid his palm down over her breast.

'Maybe, we could have a holiday...I could come with you...we could stay in Oxford together...like a second honeymoon.' He interspersed all these lines with open kisses down her throat and back up again.

Molly giggled, 'we'd have to leave the bedroom this time around though.'

Sherlock pushed himself out of the chair and offered Molly his hand. At four months pregnant she could still get up unaided but he had been determined to be as attentive as possible.

'I don't see why we'd have to. A quick visit to Mandy would suffice.' He led her towards the bedroom and Molly smilingly followed.

'If we're going back there together then I want you to take me on another punting trip. We could recreate our first kiss.'

Sherlock closed the bedroom door and turned to undress her, his hands deft with the buttons as she fumbled with his, 'technically Molly our first kiss was when you were drunk in the corridor outside your bedroom.'

His shirt fell to the floor followed quickly by his trousers and her dress. She responded with 'and our second was in the thunderstorm before you got scared and ran away.'

Sherlock walked her backwards until they hit the bed. He was careful not to put his weight on her stomach though as he crawled over her to kiss her again, 'I was not scared! You were...of the lightening.'

'Mmmm', Molly just hummed in agreement as his hands got to work on her. He had already been a good lover when they first got together but he had just got better and better. Molly had soon decided that a mind palace was a wonderful thing when it was used to house all her sexual likes and dislikes.

He had loved spending hours with her, in the first flush of lust and romance, exploring her body, trying out new techniques. He'd even gone out and bought them various massage lotions and toys all to enhance their pleasure, calculating what she would and wouldn't like. It was exhilarating, but eventually they had calmed down. Settling first into their relationship and then into married life.

Molly still found it a strange thrill to sign her name as Molly Holmes, or to answer the phone and hear someone ask if she was Mrs Holmes and being able to answer in the affirmative. His proposal had been very Sherlock-like and had taken place over a corpse when they had just finished working out a cause of death in the autopsy of a murder victim. Only he could think of such a thing at such a time but he'd later said he was overcome by just how perfect she was for him and once he decided something he didn't ever see the point in delaying.

He wasn't wrong. They'd been married six weeks later in a small church near where his parents live, with John as his best man and Mary as her matron of honour. Her mum and Mycroft making up the rest of the wedding party. It had been small but just right. They'd then spent their honeymoon in Scotland, though it could have been anywhere given their addiction to the bedroom.

As she came down from her first orgasm Sherlock moved carefully above her, entering her gently, asking her if she was OK. They wouldn't be able to have sex in this position for that much longer but for now it was fine and Molly loved feeling him moving above her, loved feeling the weight of him, his skin under her hands, his thrusts starting to tease her into coming again.

She had learnt a few tricks of her own about his body, how if she scraped the skin between his hip bones it made him shudder, how tugging on his curls made him emit the most delicious sounding groans from his throat and how rolling his balls in her hand made him come if she was going down on him.

She could hear his voice now, always talking; his voice husky with want and need, asking her to come for him and how much he was enjoying fucking her; that she was his Molly and always would be.

Just at the point that she cried out his name, feeling her orgasm wash through her she felt his thrusts stutter and drive deeper as he came himself.

As they lay there getting their breath back Molly kissed his neck and wheedled, 'so please will you take me punting again? You were so good.'

He chuckled, 'what at this or the punting?'

'Both, so will you?'

'I couldn't resist you back then and I can resist you even less now Molly so yes I will take you punting.' With that he sealed his promise with a kiss.

Just a short little smutlet to round off the story and their life together. Well, I hope you enjoyed it and the story as a whole. I'm sorry to see it finish.

I'll be back soon. I have another long fic in the pipeline...occult murders anyone? But before I post that I have a short bit of fluff. I'll post the first chapter at the weekend.

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