I'm so glad you all liked the last chapter and even though Sherlock was a bit of an arse at the start it seems he redeemed himself with his declaration. Anyway, I think it's time our group thought of heading back to either the lodge or London. Shall we see?

And is it too early for me to say Happy Christmas? …OK I'll wait.

Chapter 12

Molly had to admit that whilst the breakfast was basic it was delicious and very welcome after all their nighttime activities.

They discussed what their plans should be now. They'd originally expected to stay on in the lodge until Monday but there was little appetite for it given everything that had happened and in the end they decided to just go back to pack up their remaining belongings and secure the house before heading back to London.

It didn't stop John from quizzing Molly and Sherlock about their relationship as they were drinking their last cup of coffee around the breakfast table at the guest house.

'So, you two, are you going to tell the rest of us what's going on with you?'

Greg leant forward. 'Why? What have I missed?'

John sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. 'Sherlock?'

Molly glanced at him nervously wondering what he would say. She wasn't sure if he'd want to admit to there being anything between them but she knew she'd be more than hurt if he denied anything was going on.

He huffed but then took hold of Molly's hand where it lay on the table.

'It's a simple explanation. I've told Molly that I'm in love with her and we're together. Happy now John?'

John had a grin slowly spread across his face. 'Yes, I'm very happy for you mate. Never thought you'd actually get your thumb out of your arse enough to admit it.'

Mrs Hudson put her hand over her heart and smiled. 'Oh Sherlock, that is good news. So, will you be moving in Molly?'

As Molly replied 'no', Sherlock replied with a 'yes' and the two of them looked at each other in mutual surprise as Greg let out a loud laugh.

'Looks like you still have some persuading to do there Sherlock. Anyway, good luck to you both. I rather suspect you'll need it more than Sherlock Molly.'

Sherlock scowled as Molly giggled but she had to admit to feeling happier than she could remember being in years. It was a warm feeling in her chest, a bubble of happiness that seemed almost too much for her body to contain and she knew she'd be grinning for the rest of the day.

She didn't really get much time alone with Sherlock though until they were back at the lodge and packing up their belongings.

As she zipped up her bag he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, just below her ear.

'Come home with me Molly, back to Baker St. I want to finish what we started this morning.'

She put her hands over his and closed her eyes for a moment, relishing being so close to him. She wasn't sure she was ever going to get used to this...being able to be physical with him.

She turned in his arms and looped her hands around his neck and he bent his head to hers and kissed her.

Just as it had that morning her body was ahead of her brain when it came to her reactions. She pressed herself closer to him, feeling the long, slim length of him against herself. His mouth moved against her own eliciting small moans and she knew she wanted him as much as he apparently wanted her. She wanted to tease him just a little bit longer though.

'Maybe I will...you'll just have to keep persuading me.'

She gave him a shy smile and he raised one eyebrow. 'Challenge accepted Ms Hooper. You may come to regret that.'

With that he picked her up and dropped her onto the bed making her squeal. He chuckled as he crawled over her before kissing her once more. This time she could feel the weight of him pressing down on her. He slid his tongue into her mouth and his hand moved up her side to once again brush against her breast and she couldn't help but wish that they weren't clothed and on a time limit. They'd agreed to meet the others downstairs in a few minutes and even now she could hear their taxi pulling up outside.

Just as her arms moved around his back to hold him closer he pulled away and smiled cheekily.

'Oops, looks like we have to go now Molly...if only we could carry on later...'

She chuckled and let him pull her back up to standing and then they made their way downstairs with their bags.

His teasing didn't stop there though. As they traveled to the station he had his hand on her thigh, just as she'd done to him the night before, and she had to bite her lip at the feeling of his fingers circling over the material of her jeans...wishing they were on her skin instead.

This time on the train journey they sat together across the aisle from the other four and whilst Molly wondered what teasing he had in store this time she also knew she would probably fall asleep. She really hadn't had much sleep at all the night before and it was starting to weigh heavily on her. Sherlock must have sensed it because it put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his chest.

'Go on...sleep...I know you want to and I need to think anyway...I always like to dissect any case after the event to see how I could have solved it quicker.'

She gave him a quick smile as she settled against him; more touched by his thoughtfulness and caring than any of his previous words and actions.

She had her cheek against his shirt and she could smell him; it was a mix of masculinity, cologne and a faint trace of cigarettes but it was quintessentially him. She felt so safe and secure in his arms as she closed her eyes and let the consistent hum of the train lull her into sleep.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock shifted a little against the window so that Molly would be more comfortable and he smiled to himself. This weekend had progressed perfectly and if anything it was making him wonder just why he had waited as long as he did. He simply hadn't realised how being with Molly would give him such a sense of peace and completeness.

He glanced down at her and then over at the opposite table and he saw John give him a smile and a thumbs up and he couldn't help but grin back for a second.

Poor John, he had no idea that Sarah was going to break up with him once they were back in London. He estimated it would be three weeks before she'd be starting a relationship with Lestrade. He doubted John would be too upset though, it was never anything more meaningful than easy sex for both parties.

Thinking of sex had him shifting in his seat once more. He hadn't realised just how much he had been repressing that side of his nature until he'd decided to release it. He wouldn't pressure Molly, it had to be at her pace, but dear God he hoped it wouldn't mean waiting too long.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly's dreams were filled with Sherlock. He was touching her and holding her and kissing her but each time that she felt close to her orgasm the situation changed. One time they were at Barts, then Baker Street, then the front room at Pondicherry Lodge and by the time she awoke she felt so aroused that she knew there was nowhere else she would be going other than back to his flat.

She stayed where she was for a minute or so, breathing him in and letting her hand slide slowly over the hard planes of his stomach separated only by the expensive material of his shirt. She felt him let out a groan, hearing it rumbling through his chest and she smiled and glanced up at him. Maybe he wasn't the only one who could do some teasing.

She let her hand slide down until it was resting on his hip with her thumb brushing against his groin and he shifted under her as his hand moved over hers and pulled it away.

As she moved to sit up a bit he bent his head until he was whispering in her ear. 'Molly, you've no idea how much I want you to touch me...but God help me I have to be able to get off this train and walk in ten minutes and just thinking about you is making me hard.'

She chuckled and ducked her head...she had never expected to hear Sherlock saying something like that...admitting that she could and was arousing him; it was so amazingly empowering.

He was right though, nine minutes later they pulled into the train station and they all gathered their belongings and made their way out and through to the taxi rank. Greg was sharing a cab with John and Sarah and as they waited for the next one to pull up Sherlock turned to Molly.

'So, decision time. Are you coming back to Baker St with us?'

Molly bit her lip but she didn't really have to make a decision, she'd already decided and she nodded her head.

She saw Mrs Hudson smile knowingly and a slow smile spread across Sherlock's face as he held his hand out to her. 'Come on then.'

Thankfully it wasn't a long cab ride. Molly wondered at herself that she didn't feel more nervous. She knew, without doubt, that she'd be sleeping with Sherlock...having sex with him.

She shook her head, it just sounded so strange. She'd been in love with him for so long and she'd honestly thought that the status quo would never change. Maybe she needed to talk to him first, find out how and why things had changed. She caught his eye and smiled and she knew she was colouring up. He was so gorgeous and sexy and smart and she felt like she wanted to pinch herself to check she wasn't dreaming. That didn't mean she was going to be his doormat however and she looked away almost giggling to herself as she remembered slapping him the night before. Life with Sherlock was never going to be normal.

As they decanted themselves out onto the street Mrs Hudson opened up the front door and as they made their way through she turned to bid them goodbye.

'Now, don't mind me. I've got a few shows on the telly to catch up on and the walls and floors are thankfully quite thick in this house so don't worry yourselves. I'll see you both tomorrow.'

She kissed Molly on the cheek and patted Sherlock's arm and then made her way through to her own flat. Molly knew she was blushing at the older woman's words but Sherlock seemed completely unfazed.

Her nerves finally started to kick in as they made their way into his flat. She suddenly wondered what to do next. Thankfully Sherlock seemed to have no such qualms. He threw his overnight bag onto the coffee table and hung up his overcoat and scarf and then he turned to help Molly with her coat.

He hung it up and then turned to face her and a smile slowly spread across his face as he brought one hand up and gently cupped her face, his thumb lightly brushing across her cheekbone.

'Molly...' his voice was low and quiet as he said her name and it sent tendrils of arousal extending out through her body and she stepped towards him as if she was being drawn towards a magnet. Her nerves seemed to vanish in the light of the way he was looking at her. She had never expected to see such a look of both love and desire on his face and it made him look even more handsome than he normally looked.

She wanted him. She wanted everything that he had to offer her. And she wanted it now, no more delays, no more waiting. After all, she'd been waiting for him for over five years and that was quite long enough.

And I shall only keep you waiting a couple more days for the final chapter…after all time is running out to start the Christmas fic (which knowing me will keep us going into New Year).

Anyway, I hope you're all starting to wind down for the holidays. Take care and stay safe x

(Oh and let me know what you thought of this chapter)