Hi guys, hope you're having an excellent weekend. As promised I'm back both with the last chapter of this fic and the answer to the question about which song inspired it (though so many of you have already guessed it correctly. So, it was INXS Need You Tonight. If you don't already know it maybe my story will persuade you to check it out.

Anyway, I'm glad you've all been enjoying it and here for your pleasure is the last part.

Chapter 3

Molly's breath caught in her throat as she watched Sherlock bending his head to hers. She saw his eyes fall to her mouth before fluttering shut and then his lips pressed ever so slightly against her own. It caused her own eyes to close as her hands moved to his waist. His skin felt warm to her touch and she could feel his heat spreading up through her palms and into her own body.

He pulled back momentarily and she felt her whole world still for a second until his lips met hers once more and this time he wasn't as gentle. This time his hand held her face and tilted it enough that when their mouths met she opened hers and then they were truly kissing. His kiss literally ripped her breath from her body making her feel dizzy. She heard herself moaning and it seemed to excite him further because his other hand looped around her waist and he pulled her up onto her knees and against his chest.

She could feel his manhood already hardening against her stomach and it had desire for him pooling between her thighs.

Once again he pulled back from her, this time enough that she could look into his eyes and she saw how dark they were, his pupils blown black with arousal. It gave her a chance to catch her breath and then she brought one hand to his neck and she pulled him back into her for another mind blowing kiss and this time she wanted to taste him. She let her tongue slide against his hearing him letting out a deep groan in response and she knew...she just knew they were going to have sex again and she couldn't wait. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to have his body moving against her own. There was no part of her that wanted to wait...she'd already waited more than enough.

She could feel his curls tickling her hand where it rested on his neck and she let her fingers thread up into his hair feeling how silky soft it was. Instinctively she twisted the strands around her fingers and tugged, moving his head to the side even more and hearing him groan again. It seemed to light a touch paper inside her and it burnt away any residual nerves that she had been feeling. If he was here and he wanted her she was going to take him.

She turned her body and pulled him with her as she lay down onto the bed, feeling him use one hand to break their fall slightly and now she could feel the delicious weight of him on top of her. Still they didn't break their kiss. Neither of them able to get enough of the other.

Her hand trailed up his spine, caressing his skin, feeling every mark and injury he'd ever suffered and she vowed to herself that she would kiss each and every one before the day was over. She had no plans to leave her flat or even this bed anytime soon. Sherlock might regret what he had unleashed today.

His own hands weren't idle. He leant on one arm and he moved the other down her body, pushing the gown open easily. As he let his thumb circle her nipple he finally released her mouth and she sighed with pleasure as he started to kiss and suck at the skin on her neck, just under her ear.

Then, as his mouth moved down so did his hand until he covered her quim, his fingers parting her and starting their exploration of her sex.

She moaned as he circled her clit feeling her need for him building. Then her hips bucked upwards as he started to push two fingers inside her. She could hear how wet she was for him as they started to slick in and out of her and she dug her nails into his back as she spread her legs, wanting more.

Finally, he bent his head to her breast and as he lightly bit down on her sensitive nipple she groaned and came, calling out his name as waves of pleasure washed over her. He kept moving his hand until she finally sagged back onto the mattress and it was only then that she felt him still and start to withdraw.

Lazily she opened her eyes and watched as he brought his fingers up to his face. She saw his nostrils flare slightly as he smelt her and then she saw his tongue flick out to taste her before he plunged both fingers deep into his mouth, sucking them clean.

She swallowed heavily, feeling her muscles clench once more. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen anything more erotic. It had her wanting to taste him in return but now wasn't the time. The look he gave her told her what he wanted and as he moved over her she lifted her knees up to cradle him as she reached between them to take hold of his cock.

He felt so unbelievably hard that she couldn't resist stroking him first until he begged her. 'Please...Molly...'

It had her recollecting that she told him to be quite the night before. Somehow she had been worried that he would wake her up...it made no sense in the light of day but it had made perfect sense in that dream world that she had been occupying in the middle of the night.

This time she wanted to hear him.

'Tell me. Tell me how much you want me.'

'God, Molly, you have no idea. Can't you feel how much I want you? I'm not sure I've ever been harder. I just want to bury myself in you. I want to feel you come as I fuck you. I want to hear you call my name again and again.'

She hummed and smiled in response and as she positioned him at her entrance she bit her lip and looked up at his face.

He briefly bent his head and kissed her and then his eyes held hers as he slowly, gradually pushed into her.

He felt so big in comparison to his fingers that she found herself gasping and he paused for a moment to let her acclimatise until her hands moved to his lush backside and she urged him to keep going. He pressed into her until he could go no further and she wasn't sure she'd ever felt so full. She also knew that it wasn't going to take much to make her come again. Everything felt so sensitised and ready and even as he paused she was lifting her hips and rocking against him.

She saw in his face the moment his control broke. His eyes closed and he let out a low swear word and then he started to withdraw before plunging back into her. And all Molly could do was to keep her eyes on his face and just let her mind try to absorb the fact that she really was here, in this moment, with him. All those years and dreams and dashed hopes all leading to this moment and it felt so perfect; she felt a weight lift from her that she hadn't realised she'd been holding on to.

He shifted his position and all of a sudden her focus was on her body and the fact that she was on the verge of her climax without really knowing how she'd got there. He leant down and caught her lips with his own and kissing him tipped her over the edge until she had to stop kissing him so she could cry out as she felt pleasure washing over her. Her nails dug into the skin of his lower back and she felt him falter as he thrust into her hard. She could actually feel the pulsing as he came inside her and it seemed to cause aftershocks of desire as she clung onto him trying to catch her breath.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock took a shuddering breath, feeling his heart rate starting to calm back down, after what he could only describe as a mind blowing orgasm. He could feel Molly's arm tight around his back, her lips on his neck and all he could think was why had he not realised sooner...why had he denied himself this pleasure for so long?

He realised he must be crushing her somewhat and he took more of his weight onto his forearms as he lifted his upper half and he chuckled at the way Molly tried to stop him from moving, not wanting to let him go. He bent his head to kiss her once more before withdrawing and sliding off to one side, rolling onto his back.

'Mmmm...God Sherlock, that was...'

He smiled and nodded. 'Mmmm...it was...'

Molly moved onto her side resting her head on one hand as she looked down at him. Slowly, she brought up her other hand and she traced around his lips with her forefinger. He could see her eyes flicking over his face as if she hadn't seen him clearly before...and maybe she hadn't. He knew from his own observations that she rarely maintained eye contact with him; that she made a point not to watch him too much. Maybe it had been in a bid to not make her feelings for him too obvious but whatever it was he had no problem with it now.

He stayed still as her hand moved over his face, hearing his stubble scraping as her nails navigated the contours of his cheeks and jaw. Her touch felt different from how he'd imagined it would. It wasn't intrusive or irritating, it was calming, soothing. It had him wanting to reciprocate, to explore every inch of her, mapping out her body.

He brought his hand up and cupped the side of her face, aware of how delicate she felt as he drew her too him for another kiss. For once, this was an addiction he could indulge in and he meant to.

He could feel her leaning against his side, her leg starting to slide over his own as they kissed.

As they parted she looked into his eyes. 'So, no regrets?'

'Only that I waited so long. That I didn't realise my feelings earlier. So, when are you going to move in with me?'

At that she laughed until she saw him frowning.

'What? Sherlock, you can't be serious.'

He shifted and sat up a little feeling confused.

'Of course I am. It makes sense for you to move in with me. My flats bigger, it's closer to everything, including Barts, plus it's where I work and we have Mrs Hudson as a house keeper.'

At that Molly giggled. 'Isn't she always saying she's your landlady and not your housekeeper?'

He smirked. 'Maybe, but she still acts like one.'

'Anyway, it's not about where we should live it's about timing. You've literally just appeared in my bed overnight, telling me you...you have feelings for me...it's too soon. You might change your mind.'

She'd looked away from him as she'd said that and he could feel from her tone and body language just how afraid she was and he couldn't blame her. This was on him...he needed to make her trust that his feelings were real and not just a passing phase.

He caught her chin with his knuckle and lifted her gaze back to his.

'For one thing I don't just have feelings for you, I'm in love with you and I will tell you that as often as you need me to...as well as show you...' he raised an eyebrow at that seeing her blush as she took in his meaning.

'And if you need time you can have it but my feelings aren't going to change. I know my own mind and once I fix on something it is rarely changed. And I've fixed on you Molly Hooper, you have captured me heart, soul and body.'

He felt her relaxing a little and he pulled her to him, kissing her and feeling her soft skin sliding against him and he could hardly believe that he was ready for her again so soon but he was.

He had never been more grateful of not being able to sleep...or of making the decision to come over and from the way Molly was kissing him he was sure she felt exactly the same.

Another fic finished, short and sweet for once…I often start out a fic intending for it to be short and realise (when I'm on chapter 10) that something has gone awry.

Let me know what you thought of this last chapter and also what you think about my next fic. Anyone up for Death on the Nile Sherlolly style?