OMG so who's been to see the latest Doctor Strange? I went to see it last Friday and absolutely loved it. So much so that I'm going back again on Sunday for another go around and maybe will see it once more after that. No spoilers but there was one scene which had definite Sherlock vibes – I wonder if you guys feel the same when you see/saw it. And to top off my joy Benedict's SNL was simply brilliant (to quote Arthur). His falsetto singing is a definite ear worm in my head at the moment.

One last note before moving onto the last chapter. For those on AO3 please check out Martial Privilege by Amyutz. It's her first fic and she gave me the privilege of reading it before she posted it and let's just say it's well worth your time and I'm hoping she'll be a long-term addition to our flock (?), our batch (?) of Sherlolly writers.

So, are you ready for the final instalment of this fic? No, me neither ;). I need to crack on with something new for you now this one is finishing, but here we go anyway.

Chapter 4

Molly couldn't ever remember moving so fast with a new man, but it just didn't feel wrong with Sherlock. It felt as if every interaction they'd had over the last five years had been building to this very moment. Every conversation had been a dance, foreplay even, all building to a conclusion that she'd hadn't realised was inevitable until this exact moment.

Sherlock had joined her on the bed, and he'd cradled her face so gently as he'd kissed her that it almost brought her to tears.

As he'd moved down her body, kissing and sucking and lightly biting at her breasts and nipples, she had been vocal in letting him know just what she enjoyed. She knew the kind of man he was, knew how fast he learnt, and she also knew that he would soon be the best lover she'd ever had.

As she tangled her hands in his hair, she let her body's needs take over from her racing thoughts.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Meanwhile, Sherlock was struggling to contain his own desires. It had been so long since he had been intimate with another person in this way, and his body and mind was overloaded with stimulus. He felt safe with Molly though. He knew that no matter what happened (and he was really, really concerned that it might just include premature ejaculation at this point), she wouldn't ridicule him.

Rather than give into the needs of his own body he tried to wall them off, at least for now. He wanted to explore Molly's body, to understand it, to learn it. He wanted to ensure that she had some pleasure from this encounter, and that it wouldn't all be about him and his desperate need.

As his hands and mouth covered her breasts, he wondered how he had ever thought her deficient. He'd only recently realised just how much of that cruel, deductive outburst had been driven by jealousy instead of logical reasoning. How much more of his life had he been driven by complicated little emotions instead of cold, hard facts? He was suspecting it was more than he'd ever realised.

As he bit down lightly on Molly's nipple, she let out a loud moan and her hands pulled on strands of his hair, making him groan in his turn as his cock twitched.

He found himself wanting to know what else he could do to make her moan like that once more and to that end he moved down her body, kissing and licking as he went. His eyes took in every freckle, every mole, making note of a thin appendix scar low down on her right-hand side, kissing it as he did.

As he settled between her thighs he breathed in her scent, and it had his mouth watering. He hadn't ever pleasured a woman with his mouth before, in this he truly was a virgin, but he had recently researched it…just in case, and now he was glad he had. Nothing so crude as the videos that John used to watch, they wouldn't have served his purpose, directed as they were towards the male gaze and male satisfaction. Instead, he had read female written erotica, after all it was a woman he wanted to please, not himself.

He glanced up and over the contours of her body, and as he did she lifted her head, looking down at him and he saw a mixture of raw need riddled with concern.

'You don't have to…'

At that he shook his head. 'I do…I want to. Just…just tell me what you like.'

He saw her swallow and bite her lip in that way that he found very endearing, and then she nodded her head. 'OK.'

He brought his attention back to her sex and tentatively extended his tongue, licking up some of the moisture that he could see shining on her exposed clit. Her whole body seemed to quiver, and she let out a loud moan. He realised with something akin to shock that she was as aroused as he was. It gave him some level of confidence and he explored her with his lips and tongue until she broke.

Hearing Molly come, crying out his name, was easily the best thing he'd ever heard in his whole life, and as her body relaxed around him he couldn't wait to hear it again.

As he crawled back up, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he was unprepared for how obviously horny Molly still was.

He moved to kiss her, and she roughly pushed him over onto his back before she climbed over his body straddling him. This time as they kissed he could feel her core, hot and slippery against his erection and he let out a groan.

Molly was all around him. He could feel the weight of her on his hips, her breasts grazing against his chest, her hair tickling his face and neck. His hands were on her back as he pulled her closer, deepening their kiss until he didn't know where he ended and she began…and still he wanted more.

She seemed to sense it, or maybe she just felt the same, because as their lips parted from each other she looked him in the eye. He saw how dilated her pupils were and imagined his own were similar.

'Are you ready? I mean, are you sure?'

He swallowed, feeling suddenly nervous, but he nodded his head. 'I want you Molly, all of you.'

He saw her face break into a shy smile, a light blush on her cheeks and he wished it hadn't taken him so long to realise how he felt about her. He felt sad for all those painful years of loneliness that she must have felt, and he vowed to make it up to her, even if it took him a lifetime. In fact, he looked forward to it. For the first time in a long while his future was something he was excited to see.

All his thoughts were scattered to the four winds though the moment that Molly took hold of his cock and started to slide herself down on it. She was so much tighter and warmer and wetter than he'd expected. He had to start to recite the periodic table in Arabic to try to control his reactions. They were both so close, and he desperately didn't want it to end too soon.

It was only when Molly stilled that he realised he was talking out loud.

'Don't stop, I just…I'm just trying to…'

This time her smile was knowing. 'Don't worry, just...just stay in this moment with me.'

He nodded his head and their eyes stayed locked together as, tentatively, she started to move.

The feeling of her sliding up and down his cock, using his body to stimulate herself was almost too much. He let out a loud groan and a string of expletives in various languages left his mouth.

'God, Molly, you feel...you feel...oh…'

For once he found himself speechless and when she moved to kiss him, he just closed his eyes and let his body take over from his mind. Letting go in that way, knowing that Molly was there with him, felt so unbelievably liberating.

His hands greedily moved over her body as he pressed her closer, feeling himself building inexorably to his own climax and hoping beyond hope that Molly would find her own pleasure first.

Thankfully, just as he felt his final vestiges of control crumbling, he felt the delicious tightening of Molly's quim around his aching cock. As she cried out his name again. he came and it seemed to take over every sense in his body; his mind whiting out as it experienced pure, unadulterated pleasure for what felt like the first time in his life.

As he came back to his sense, Molly was kissing his neck, her arms wrapping around him and holding him close, and he didn't want to let her go…not ever.

'Stay with me.'

He felt her chuckle against his skin. 'I assumed that was the plan, that's why I brought some overnight things.'

He shook his head. 'No, I mean stay with me…move in, be my wife, don't leave.'

She sat up and as she did he felt himself slip from her body and he already ached to be inside her again.

'Don't be daft. We've only just got together. It's just the sex talking.'

She started to climb off him and he wrapped his hand around her arm, needing her to understand.

'I'm serious Molly, I've never been more serious. No more obfuscating, no more foreign languages. Just plain English. I love you; I need you, stay with me…please, just…just think about it.'

He saw her eyes searching his, as if looking for the real reason behind his words and he just steadily held her gaze. How had it taken him so long to realise that she was the most important person in his life?

She smiled shyly and then nodded her head just once. 'OK then, I will.'

There were so many things that Sherlock could have said, so many languages that he could have used to express him feelings, but instead, he just smiled, and pulled her to him for a kiss, one which held all the promise of their years together to come.

And there we shall leave them. Thanks for joining me on this ride, send me some love and I'll aim to be back soon with something new xxx