Aaannndddd here we are with the final chapter! Whoop, whoop. It seems along time since Halloween so thank you for staying with me. Looks like my Christmas fic might overlap just as badly…I must do better next year.

Shall we get on with the smut? I've kept you waiting with this one…

Chapter 13

She felt his hand more firmly on her face as they moved together. He tilted it up and towards him as he bent his own head to meet with hers. His lips felt so soft as they pressed against her own.

Her hands moved to his neck, pulling him closer so she could deepen the kiss, her mouth opening to his and his tongue sliding against her own.

She felt dizzy, unbalanced, and was glad that he felt so solid, anchoring her to the world, even as she felt as if she was floating high above it. In all her fantasies she hadn't ever really captured the reality of just how good it would be to simply kiss him.

He gave into the kiss completely, holding nothing back. His body pressed against her own as his arm moved around her waist to hold her closer and she could feel her need for him growing. She wanted him naked underneath her so she could see his expression as she coupled with him. It felt almost overwhelming and she moved her hands so she could push his jacket off his shoulders. For a moment it caught on his arms but then he let go of her just long enough to shrug it off and she heard it fall to the floor. She winced on hearing the thud of his phone which must have been in one of his pockets but he didn't seem to care.

When his hands returned to her it was to the hem of her jumper and this time their lips had to separate as he pulled it up and over her head, throwing it down to meet his jacket.

Her hands were now shakily trying to undo the buttons on his shirt and she cursed at how fiddly they were hearing him chuckle just before his lips caught hers again. He moved her back slightly so she was leaning against his Belstaff, hung up on the wall, and his hands moved to her backside as he ground himself against her. She could feel his erection through their clothes and it had her moaning into his mouth.

She finally managed to undo the last of the buttons and her hands greedily roamed over his naked torso and round to his back. He felt so warm and real. Part of her kept wondering if she was dreaming but he was here...solid...tangible...so physically here.

They had to part to take a breath and he moved away catching her hand and smiling once more as he led her through the kitchen to where she knew his bedroom was. She'd never been in that room and she wondered just what it would be like.

He paused at the door and turned to her looking thoughtful. 'Are you sure Molly? I don't want to pressure you.'

She nodded her head. 'I'm sure. And you?'

At this he grinned and raised an eyebrow quickly. 'I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I only wish I hadn't waited so long. I've been a fool Molly and believe me when I say that that it something I rarely admit to. Forgive me?'

She swallowed heavily, feeling emotional all of a sudden at hearing the sincerity in his voice. 'Yes...I forgive you. Just...say it again...I need to hear it.'

He seemed to know instinctively what she meant and he shifted closer, his face softening as he held her gaze. 'I love you Molly Hooper...I think I've loved you for far longer than I've ever realised.'

She couldn't stop the smile from playing on her lips at hearing him admit that. 'I love you too.'

At that he undid the door and pulled her through into his bedroom. She only got a quick glance of it before he pulled her to him for another kiss but it seemed like just the sort of bedroom Sherlock would have...expensive furniture, mahogany wood, masculine and with a bed that looked more than big enough for any activity they wanted to indulge in.

As his tongue slid into her mouth she let her hand move down so she could feel him through his trousers and as she gripped him through the expensive material she both heard and felt him groan. He might put on this cold, hard, logical persona but underneath it all he was still just a man and it was that man that she'd always seen and that she'd always loved.

His hands had been working on the buttons of her shirt and he pushed the thin material off her shoulders and she could feel his palms sliding over her skin and she just wanted more. He moved to undo her bra, cursing for a second when he couldn't work out the fastening and she giggled as her own hands tried to undo his trousers.

Finally, he worked it out and he pulled it off her arms, interrupting her own progress with his clothes, and when he'd finished he bent and picked her up, making her squeal in shock, before he turned them both and put her down onto the bed.

As he lay over her she could finally feel his naked chest against her own and her hands were greedy. She wanted to touch and kiss every inch of him. She wanted to know his body as intimately as she knew her own. All those years that she had loved him from afar seemed a distant memory but she knew the wait had been worth it.

She could feel the muscles in his back moving under her palms as he kissed and sucked at the skin of her throat and she found herself wanted to be marked by him. She hadn't had a love bite since she was a teenager but that was how he made her feel...as if this was her first time all over again.

He lifted himself up slightly on his hands and she missed the feel of him already but as he kissed his way down to her breasts she bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling as she threaded her hands into his curls. She'd always wanted to touch his hair and she was happy to find it was as soft as she'd always imagined.

As his mouth closed over her right nipple she found herself arching her back as her eyes closed and she let out a loud groan. Her body felt on fire for him; the ache between her thighs only partly sated by the feel of his still clothed lower half lying between her legs. He thrust his hips in a mock simulation of sex and the feel of his erection against her core had her internal muscles clenching and unclenching. She was in no doubt that if he continued his assault on her body she'd come without him even needing to enter her.

His hand cupped her breast as his mouth continued to explore her and she loved how possessive it felt. She was his...she'd always been his but now maybe he was hers too and she wanted her own fun.

She pushed lightly on his shoulders and when he looked up at her questioningly she smiled. 'I want you naked.'

He responded by standing and undoing his trousers and for a moment she watched him before she turned to her own remaining clothes, pulling and pushing at the various bits until she was as naked as he now was. She was surprised that she didn't feel more shy at being nude in front of him but she just didn't. He seemed to empower her somehow. The way he looked at her, the raw desire and love in his eyes gave her a level of confidence she had never quite known before.

As he lay back down on the bed Molly sat up so she could look down on him.

'I...before we do this...are you a...' she tailed off and bit her lip but he obviously knew what she meant because he shook his head.

'A virgin? No, but...umm...it has been a while.'

'How...how long?'

He shrugged and brought his hand up to cup her face once more. 'Fifteen years maybe...I'm not sure exactly. Let's just say I wasn't always drug free. But that doesn't matter...none of that matters now. You can ask me as many questions as you like later but right now I know what I'd rather be doing.'

He smirked and pulled her towards him until they were kissing again.

She let her leg hook over his hip and her hand slid over his chest and she could feel the beating of his heart against her ribs. She knew she probably needed to take her time with him given his limited sexual history but her own body was aching for him.

As the kiss ended she moved over him more so she straddled him and as she kissed her way down his neck she could feel his cock against her core. He felt so damn hard and she couldn't resist rocking her hips ever so slightly, enjoying just how much it stimulated her. His hands moved to her hips pressing her down even more and they both moaned and gasped at the extra contact and it all just became too much.

Molly shifted herself for a moment so she could reach down between them and she took hold of him, positioning him at her entrance. She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes and she saw him swallow almost nervously before he nodded his head ever so slightly.

She took her time. He was big and she relished the way he started to stretch and fill her; it had been far too long since she'd had sex herself and she could only imagine how it must feel for him in reverse. He'd closed his eyes and she saw him lick his lips and the way his jaw tensed as he got used to the feel of her.

When he was finally fully ensheathed by her body she held herself still for a moment feeling him pulsing inside her until it was too much. She needed to move, had to. She tried to set a slow rhythm but every movement seemed to send shockwaves through her body and she knew she was going to come. Her cries were starting to get louder and Sherlock reacted to them by lifting his head so he could suck and bite her nipple once more and the feel of it seemed to connect directly with her quim pushing her over the edge.

As she orgasmed she took him with her, feeling his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust up into her. She wished she could watch his face, she his expression, but she was too lost in her own pleasure which seemed to ripple through her longer than she would have thought possible.

Finally, they both relaxed and he held her tight as she caught her breath; kissing his shoulder and his neck and feeling his kissing the top of her head.

'God...Molly...that was...'

She lifted her head and grinned. 'Don't tell me I've made the great Sherlock Holmes speechless.'

He chuckled and kissed her and she knew it wouldn't be long before she'd be ready for him again but first she needed to clean up and to grab a snack.

And so it was that ten minutes later they were wrapped up together on the bed sharing some toast and drinking cups of tea. It felt so relaxed and so perfect that Molly couldn't stop smiling. She'd always got on with him and this just felt like such a natural extension to it.

She quizzed him a bit more about the case and how he'd solved it and he answered her happily. He always liked analyzing the details of his cases, it helped him to mentally compartmentalise it and she was always happy to hear him talking.

When he'd finished she only had a couple more question.

'But what about the other things? Was he the one who moved my necklace? And what about the image that Sarah saw that wasn't connected to the projector?'

She looked up at Sherlock and saw him frown and bite his lip.

'Honestly Molly, I don't think that was him. He swears blind it wasn't and there was no reason at that point for him to lie. Plus...'

He fell silent and after a few moments she judged him with her elbow. 'Plus what?'

He glanced down at her and she saw a blush on his cheeks. Was he embarrassed about something?

'Plus I...I heard something. When you were missing...I heard a voice saying your name and when I got to the dining room it told me you were close...I can't explain it but I know what I heard.'

He seemed to be waiting for her to ridicule him but she didn't...she couldn't.

She put the plate to one side and then turned so she was facing him more, putting her hand on his naked chest and feeling his heart beat under her palm.

'I felt it too...when I was in that hole...when I was at my lowest. Something, or maybe someone, told me you were coming, I don't know if it was vocal or just a feeling but it calmed me. It didn't ever feel malevolent. Do you...do you think it could have been a...'

She couldn't quite bring herself to say the word ghost but Sherlock seemed to know what she meant.

He shrugged. 'I've long believed that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? Before this case I would have said ghosts were an impossibility but now...now maybe I'm open to the idea but no more than that.'

She fell silent for a moment contemplating what he had just said but then her eyes focused in on where her hand lay on his chest and she couldn't help but smile and let it slowly slide downwards. Whether there were ghosts or not one thing she was certain of was that Sherlock Holmes was not only there with her but he was deliciously naked underneath the blanket that surrounded them and she was more than happy to concentrate on that for now.

Epilogue

It was almost four weeks later when Molly was making her way up the stairs in Baker St. It was increasingly coming to feel like home and she wondered how much longer she would hold out against Sherlock's requests for her to just 'damn well move in'. They'd made it through his first case with surprisingly little disruption and she'd even come back four days ago to find Toby curled up asleep on Sherlock's bed. She'd accused him of being manipulative and he'd just agreed with her and even though she'd threatened to take her cat straight back home to her flat she hadn't quite got around to it. Maybe at Christmas she'd give in...she wasn't quite sure now why she was holding off. She figured it was just the thought that other people would think it too quick.

She pushed open the flat door wondering what kind of mood Sherlock would be in. It seemed to veer between horny (most often) or engrossed in some kind of case or experiment. Today it seemed was different.

He swung around as she entered and gave her a wide smile. He was wearing dress pants and a shirt with a dark red dress coat and the whole moment reminded her of that day a couple of years back where he'd invited her to solve crimes with him. She smiled to herself as she remembered her own faux pas at thinking it would be an invitation to have dinner.

'Molly, you're back. What took you so long?'

She glanced at her watch and frowned. 'I'm about a minute later than normal Sherlock. What's up with you?'

He raised an eyebrow. 'I have a gift for you and let's just say I hadn't realised up until this point how much pleasure I would get from getting someone else something.'

Molly brightened and shrugged off her coat feeling quite excited. 'A gift? You got me a present? What is it?'

She made her way over and he waited until she was right in front of him before he pulled out two tickets from his pocket with a flourish.

'We're going dancing! I promised you a date dancing and here it is.' He passed her the tickets but carried on talking as she looked at them. 'I've booked a table for eight at the savoy for the first Christmas dinner dance of the season. I would have preferred it just be the two of us but they didn't do tables of two and I don't want to share with random strangers so I suppose we can invite some of the others.'

Molly looked at the silver writing on the tickets and felt a bubble of sheer joy rise up inside her.

'Oh Sherlock, it's perfect. Thank you so much.'

She flung herself against him with her arms wrapped around his neck and she hugged him as hard as she could. He was getting better at hugging now and he brought his arms around her waist and hugged her back.

A moment later and she moved her head from his shoulder and they kissed. It never failed to arouse her, making her stomach flip and her toes curl...even after four weeks of sex and kissing he still made it feel like the first time.

Before it could develop though she pulled away frowning. 'Oh God I need to start dress shopping. The ball is only a week away and I have nothing for something this posh.'

He smirked and pressed his lips against hers once more for just a quick kiss. 'That reminds me...I have another gift for you.'

He took her hand and started to make his way towards their bedroom with Molly following.

'Another present? Is this the same one as I had the night before last 'coz I really liked that one?'

He turned his head and gave her a devilish smile and raised his eyebrows a couple of time. 'No, but if you ask really nicely later...'

She giggled at him being so flirtatious almost forgetting the talk of gifts until they were in his bedroom and that's when she saw it.

'Oh Sherlock...'

There hung up on his wardrobe was one of the ball gowns that she'd seen the first evening of their stay at Pondicherry Lodge. It was a rich red colour and covered in intricately sewn on beads, with a pinched in waist and wide skirts.

She turned and looked at him before she made her way over to it, her hands lightly skimming over the material. 'How?'

He shrugged and leant against the door jam. 'Janet wanted to pay me for solving the mystery; I didn't want money from her so I asked her for the dress. I know you loved it...and it seems it was made for you as I barely had to have any alterations made for it to fit you. Most of the work was having it professionally cleaned and some of the beading reattached. You like it then?'

She turned and gave him an almost shy smile. 'Like it? Sherlock, I love it. I love this whole idea and...and God, I love you so much.'

At that he smiled widely. 'I love you too, Molly Hooper, more than you'll ever know. But that dress won't be beautiful...not until you're wearing it.'

He held his arms out once more and she happily moved into his embrace. This time when they kissed she pulled him down onto the bed, she had no intention of them leaving this room anytime soon.

And there we shall leave them…I simply ran out of time for the ball and maybe some things are best left to the imagination.

Anyway, let me know if you liked the ending and I promise I'll be back in a day or so with the first chapter of a short Christmas fic xxx