So, I think it's enough with the radio silence between Molly and Sherlock. It's about time for a little Sherolly or what do you think? ;)

Molly was now standing in front of the restaurant, gasping for air. She kept breathing in and out violently and had trouble calming down. The tears slowly made their way. Molly was gradually afraid to hyperventilate here and tried to calm down with calmer breaths.

Suddenly two strong arms reached around her from behind and held her. She was startled for a moment and tried to break free, but when she heard who these arms belonged to, she stopped.

"Sssh, it's all right" Sherlock tried to calm her down and was still holding her tightly in his arms.

She took another deep breath in and then breathed out again and gradually calmed down. As she felt Sherlock still holding her, she suddenly snatched away from his grip with a swing and put some distance between them.
Sherlock looked startled for a moment, but then understood and stood beside her.
Silence spread.
Neither of them knew anything to say. Again and again he gave her a slightly furtive and nervous look. Molly looked ahead the whole time. The look into the void.

"I know about Sherrinford," Molly whispered quietly now, breaking the silence.

Sherlock turned to her in horror.

"I now know the truth about this call and... and I have met Eurus" she explained. Still looking ahead.

Sherlock now slowly turned to her.
"Molly" he sighed.

"Sherlock. It's all right. I know the truth now and I understand," she interrupted him, then turned to him too, smiled slightly and stroked his cheek tenderly with one hand. It seemed for a moment as if he was leaning against her hand.

"How did you know he was gonna..."

"She loves? Molly, I think you know what an inscription on the lid of a coffin means and to whom it is addressed?"

"Did you know?" she then asked after pulling her hand away from his face again.

Sherlock immediately understood what she was getting at.
"I only really realise when I read the words. I knew that the inscription on a coffin lid was of course not addressed to the relatives. Only one name came to my mind.
It was yours, Molly"

Molly smiled at him again. There was so much warmth in her eyes now. That warmth that always made Sherlock take a pleasant shiver through his body. Then she carefully took his hand in hers.

"It wasn't part of the game, was it? Back in Dunmore, after that party. You said it because you wanted to protect me. Like you did with that phone call. And you thought that if you explained it to me, I'd still go with you. Am I right?" she asked, looking him deep in the eyes.

Sherlock knew no answer. He wasn't really surprised that she knew. After all, Molly wasn't stupid. Instead, he just nodded and put on a smile that would immediately melt Molly's heart.
Molly gradually felt the excitement rise within her. For a moment she lowered her gaze and glanced back and forth between them. Then she narrowed the distance between them, stepped closer to him, put her hand on his cheek again and then slowly and carefully brought her lips to his.
Sherlock was a little surprised. He felt that warmth again that he felt every time she touched or kissed him. He then gently put his hands on her hip and pulled her closer.
He had missed this so much. He had missed her and now he also knew that he would never let her go again, no matter what it would cost.

When they parted a short time later, Molly looked at him slightly embarrassed. Her cheeks were covered in a soft red. Sherlock could not help smiling.

"So" he started. "Do you want to go back inside?"

Molly glanced briefly at the front door of the pub, then back at Sherlock.

"Actually, I'd rather go," she admitted honestly. It was just too much that day for her, and she was a little exhausted.

"Oh, okay. Shall I accompany you to the hotel? Where are you staying?"

She was about to give him the address when something suddenly popped into her mind.
'Damn it. My stuff!'

"Molly? What is it?'' Sherlock asked a little later, when he hadn't heard back from her.

She looked up slightly startled.
"My clothes. I don't have any clothes. I must have left my suitcase in the car?! Could you possibly call your brother?" she then asked, slightly embarrassed.

"That won't be necessary" he replied with a smile.

Molly frowned.
"But why not?"

"Mycroft's assistant brought a suitcase to Baker Street this afternoon. It'll probably be yours. Well, shall we?' he asked, holding out his arm to her. just as he had done when he picked her up for that party. This party that was to change his whole life.

Molly wondered a little why Mycroft had her suitcase taken to Sherlock's, but decided not to give it another thought. After all, sometimes you couldn't really understand the Holmes brothers' way of thinking.

With a smile she then hooked up with Sherlock. He was about to call a taxi when Molly remembered that she had forgotten her bag. She walked in at a brisk pace, packed her bag, apologised to her friends for leaving and walked out again.
Sherlock was already waiting for her in a taxi and held the door open for her.
He gave the driver the address and they drove off.

None of them said a word during the ride. Again and again, they glanced at each other furtively or smiled at each other. The air gradually heated up and there was a considerable crackling but neither of them dared to take the first step. Even the taxi driver was not unaware of this tense, electrifying, almost erotic tension. Every now and then he looked through the rear-view mirror and had to smile slightly at the sight of the two. They looked almost like two shy teenagers.

After a short drive he finally stopped and let them go their way. He gave Sherlock an encouraging and meaningful look after he had paid and drove away.

Molly stood slightly nervous on the step to the door, waiting for Sherlock to open it.
Once in the hallway, she turned to him and asked for her suitcase.

"Uh, it's upstairs" he stammered. Now just as nervous.

'What's the matter with me? Why am I so nervous all of a sudden?' he asked himself and struck his forehead with his hand.

Molly stood there motionless and looked after him as he climbed the first steps.

"Molly? Are you coming?' asked Sherlock from the upper steps. She shook her head slightly and then slowly walked towards him.
At the top he opened the door, let her in and then followed her.

"Your suitcase is there," he said, pointing to the space next to the couch. Molly took it and then turned back to Sherlock.

"Well, I'll be off then. Thank you very much" Her voice was soft and almost sad.

'If she left now, she would leave forever. Don't let her go!' it yelled in his head.

Molly turned to the door with her suitcase in her hand and was about to leave when Sherlock called out for her.

"Molly, wait!" he yelled and moved towards her. He was now standing very close in front of her. The wall behind her. He took another step towards her, so Molly couldn't escape now. Then he carefully took the case out of her hands, put it on the floor and interlocked his hands with hers. Slowly he led her crossed hands up, looking deep into her eyes.

"I don't want you to leave. Please stay" he whispered with his deep voice.

Now it was Molly who was surprised and she was even more surprised by what happened next.
He did not wait for her answer but immediately put his lips on hers. He kissed her with such intensity and when he felt that Molly was not avoiding him, he became more demanding. He nibbled and sucked her lower lip and with his tongue asked to be let in, which she gladly granted. Molly wanted to let her hands slide through his seductive curls or to pull him closer to his neck, but she couldn't. Sherlock still held her hands above her head with his intertwined curls. They fell into a wild play of tongues until Sherlock let go of her mouth and slowly made his way to her ear. He lightly nibbled at her earlobe, which gave Molly a pleasant sigh.
He then released the grip around her hands and led his now to her hip. He pulled her closer and Molly could clearly feel his excitement. His mouth moved further towards her neck and kissed and sucked lightly. Molly sucked in a sharp breath under his touch. She buried her hands in his curls and tugged them lightly with excitement. Sherlock sighed comfortably, led his hands further behind her, placed them under her bottom and finally lifted her up so that Molly had to put her legs around his waist. He pulled her back into a fiery kiss driven by passion and then carried her to his bedroom. He then laid her gently on his bed and closed the door...

Well, that was Sherolly at her best again or what do you think? :D

By the way, only one more chapter will follow, then the story is finished ;)

And I have to say, when I started this, I never thought that it would be so extensive... :D