Well guys, here we are at the end once more. I'm so glad that you've enjoyed this fic and thank you for letting me off about the late posting. I think we're about on time for the Russian Orthodox Christmas so many happy celebrations to any Russian readers out there.

Shall we see how the wedding night goes?

Chapter 16

As they sat back down and John stood up Sherlock leant into her whispering in her ear. 'Can't we just leave now? I'm bored of all this socialising. I just want to be alone with you.'

Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling back. 'Not yet. I still want my first dance with you.'

They were interrupted for a moment by John recounting the tale of Sherlock of the first time he ever heard Sherlock apologising to anyone and how that person was Molly.

Molly leant closer to Sherlock. 'I forgot to ask, can you even dance?'

He gave her slow smile which had lust spiralling through her body. 'Oh Molly you have no idea.'

She giggled nervously and then tuned back into John, trying to ignore Sherlock's hand on her thigh, his fingers sliding across the lace of her dress in a way that had her wanting more.

John had finished a funny, derogatory tale about Sherlock but had now turned more serious. He was talking about Mary and how it was vital that everyone take the chance for love when they can and how happy he was that Sherlock had finally woken up to the importance of that. The sincerity in his voice and the memory of Mary brought tears to Molly's eyes and when she glanced at Sherlock he gave her a sad smile and she knew he was remembering their friend as well.

John raised his glass and turned to them. 'To Molly and Sherlock. I wish you all the happiness in the world, you both deserve it.'

Everyone stood and raised their glasses in a matching salute. 'To Molly and Sherlock.'

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

It was an hour or so later when they moved to the small bar area. There wasn't really much of a dance floor just a square of wooden flooring off to the right of the bar. There also wasn't a DJ. The music was just played from a stereo behind the bar. But it was small and informal and intimate and as far as Molly was concerned it was perfect.

Sherlock passed the bar staff a usb stick with a playlist he'd put together and as a violin started to play the group hushed and Sherlock stepped forwards and held his hand out to Molly.

She stepped into his embrace and was pleasantly surprised as he started to expertly move the two of them around the dance floor.

'Did you compose this?'

He nodded and smiled. 'It's all for you Molly. I started writing it a year ago but I didn't realise at the time that it was you that was inspiring it. It was only after that phone call and my admission that I realised what else I had been repressing all this time...my true feelings for you. I think they scared me at first; challenging as they did the image I had of myself. I'm not scared anymore Molly. With you by my side I don't think I'll ever be scared again.'

As the music drew to a close he bent his head to hers. 'Now can we leave? You have no idea of the things I want to do to you tonight Molly Holmes and I'm tired of waiting.'

She loved hearing her new name on his lips and this time she nodded her head shyly and he pressed a fairly chaste kiss onto her mouth as their friends and family cheered. He then took her hand and turned to them all bidding them good night. That brought even more cheers and some laughter as they left the room and before Molly quite knew it they were making their way into the hotel's bridal suite and closing the door behind them.

Sherlock let go of her hand and made his way over to open the complimentary bottle of champagne as Molly took a look around the room. The fire in the hearth was lit and, as they hadn't turned on any of the lights, was the main source of lighting in the room. Their luggage, which had been brought over that morning, was placed to one side but dominating the room was the four poster bed.

Molly made her way over and let her hand slide up the old wooden post at the foot of it when she felt Sherlock walk up behind her. He passed her her glass of champagne and she turned to him; slowly, they clinked their glasses together in a toast and she smiled almost nervously at him.

'To us Molly, Mr and Dr Holmes. It has a nice ring to it don't you think?'

She nodded her head, still hardly believing that she was his wife as she took a sip of the cool alcohol before she relinquished the glass to Sherlock's waiting hand. He put them both down on the bedside cabinet and then he pulled her closer.

'Molly, you looked so beautiful today. I don't think I've ever really been honest with you about how attracted I am to you. From the moment I saw you walking down the aisle I've been wanting to kiss you.'

She looked up at him and grinned. 'So do it.'

He bent his head to capture her lips and she felt her heart rate pick up a notch. She wondered if she would ever tire of this brilliant, infuriating, gorgeous man that she could now call her husband. Only he could have swept her off her feet so fast and so decisively. A month ago they hadn't even been together and now it was their wedding night...it was madness, utter madness, but she wouldn't change it or him for the world.

She moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth and she could feel her desire for him, always there just below the surface of her being, starting to come out to play.

Her hands moved up his chest and started to undo the buttons and as the kiss ended she moved her lips to his chest, kissing the skin as it was revealed to her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she kissed his scar thanking god that he had survived that gunshot to be with her here, now.

His hands threaded through her hair and he must have guessed her thoughts because he kissed the top of her head and whispered, 'it's OK, I made it.'

She looked up at him and felt a ripple of fear run through her. 'I can't ever lose you, not now, it would kill me.'

He sighed and she saw his eyes flick upwards as he thought about his answer.

'I can't make you any promises Molly. My life is dangerous, so is yours now that you are by my side, but I can promise you this...I will always evaluate the risk and will never knowingly put either of us at more risk than I have to. And just so you know, you wouldn't be the only one devastated; my life is and would be meaningless without you in it...I know that now.'

They kissed again and this time when they broke off Sherlock turned her so he could start to undo the fastenings at the back of her dress, swearing at how fiddly they all were.

'Are you sure I can't just rip it off you?' He asked at one point only to be told off by her.

'No, I want to keep my dress, intact preferably.'

He bent her over slightly and let his hands roam over her front as he kissed the side of her neck. She could feel his erection pressed against her backside and it made her moan. 'I'm an impatient man Molly Holmes...I hate waiting.'

She giggled and wriggled her bum against him. 'Tough, man up and get me out of this dress husband.'

He chuckled and stood upright again as his fingers got to work once more deftly undoing each button. 'Hmm...I find I like being called husband...'

'Take me husband...ravage me husband...make love to me husband.'

They both laughed at this and Molly loved how easy it was between them, humour and affection and lust all blended together.

Finally he finished and she turned back to him before slowly letting the dress slide down until it landed at her feet. Underneath she had on a corset and stockings which had made her blush when his mother had got them out for her earlier that day.

'Oh hush now my dear, I've had a wedding night myself you know. Men like to unwrap you and it's fun to give them another gift underneath. I had him give me your measurements and I had this custom made for you.'

Molly had shook her head at both his mother buying her this item and Sherlock knowing her measurements without her ever having given them to him. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him buying her gifts in the wrong size like Tom had always managed to do.

'Oh Molly...' was all he could manage.

She saw his pupils dilate and his mouth hang open a little and in that moment she felt truly beautiful, more than words could ever have managed.

His hands slid up and over the silk bodice from the pinched in waist to her pushed up breasts and he bent to kiss the mounds of flesh spilling over the top.

Without warning her he suddenly picked her up and she squealed a little before wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her the short distance to the bed and then he placed her down on it, kissing her once more before he stood back up.

'You wait right there.' He uttered in a low, hoarse voice, then he started to remove his clothes.

Molly leant up on her elbows and bit her lip as she watched him strip for her. His body was simply perfect; muscular, lean and athletic. Watching him made her arousal deepen and her mouth water.

When he was finally naked he crawled onto the bed to join her and they both smiled before kissing once more and this time she could feel his erection rubbing teasingly against her centre. She reached down so she could try to move her knickers and position him but he pulled back and tutted. 'Ah ah not yet...now who's being impatient. I still have to unwrap you first and I plan to make you orgasm at least once before I finally have you.'

He chuckled when Molly pouted her lips before kneeling up between her legs so he could unclip the front of her corset. He took his time, slowly revealing her body to him and once her breasts were fully released he leant back down to capture her right nipple in his warm mouth.

Molly let her eyes close as she wove her hands into his curls. Her body arched towards him involuntarily as she sought out some friction from her over sensitive core. She felt one of his hands slide down the side of her body until he gripped her hip and he rocked his body against her once or twice until she was almost begging him for more. Finally his fingers slid into her knickers and she felt him pressing and circling her clit with those long, dexterous digits. It was almost too much for her but he seemed to know just how much stimulation to give her to keep her teetering on the edge.

She'd thought it couldn't get more tortuous but then he withdrew his hand and sat back up leaving her reaching for him. 'Please...god...Sherlock...'

He smirked at her desperate pleas and cocked an eyebrow. 'Mmm...time to taste you...make sure you're vocal about what you like I need to learn...and believe me Molly when I say I'm a fast learner.'

He wasn't wrong. After he'd pulled her pants down her legs he spent a moment breathing her in before his tongue tentatively licked her. He spent a few minutes trying out different methods, listening to her responses and as he perfected his technique Molly writhed under him as she came. She swore she saw stars, her orgasm was that powerful, but rather than sating her it seemed to drive her on and as Sherlock sat back up, smirking once more and wiping his lips she sat up with him and pulled him to her for a passionate kiss that had both of them groaning and wanting more.

She quickly pushed him onto his back and straddled him and this time she had no time for patience. She took hold of his now leaking cock and positioned him before sliding down onto him. This time it was Sherlock doing the begging as he gripped her hips in a bid to slow her down.

'Fuck Molly...god...'

She leant over him and caught his lips with her own and as they kissed she started to rock her body against his, feeling him deep inside her, connecting them both so intimately that she wished it would never end. How had she got so lucky as to call him her husband? To know that they could and would do this for a lifetime.

As they moved together she could feel his hands pulling and touching and sliding over her. He seemed to have learnt more about her body in a couple of weeks than other guys had leant in months. It was like he'd been made for her pleasure.

This time when she came he came with her; thrusting up and into her so hard her knees left the bed.

As they caught their breath Sherlock cupped his hand against her face and kissed her so sweetly and with so much love that it made her breath catch in her throat.

'God Molly, I love you. I've never been much of a fan of Christmas but having you as my wife has and always will be the best gift of my life.'

She bit her lip and smiled back at him. 'I love you too Sherlock Holmes.'

And there we shall leave them. Hope you liked it. I shall be back soon with something new for you...shall we try an AmnesiaLock?