Well you're a mucky lot and I love you for it. The overwhelming vote was for SMUT but don't worry there is sweet in there too.

Thank you all for reading my little offering, it's been a blast. So without further ado on with the last chapter.

Epilogue

It was a couple of months later when Molly came home to find Sherlock had finally managed to get rid of her old chest of drawers. He'd been complaining about the state of them since she had first moved in.

She went to get changed and initially didn't notice anything as she flung her cardigan onto the bed and kicked off her shoes. It was only as she went over to the wardrobe to take out a new top that she saw it. A brand new dressing table complete with mirror and stool all in the same matching wood as the rest if the furniture.

There was even a beautiful jewellery box on the top and an old fashioned, silver backed hairbrush and hand mirror.

'Do you like it?'

She spun round to find Sherlock in the doorway watching for her reaction. She beamed back happily, 'yes I love it, but why now?'

'Why not now? I commissioned it a while ago but it had to be custom made so took longer than I had hoped.'

He walked towards her wrapping her in his strong arms. She willingly tilted her head to receive his kiss. It never got old or boring kissing Sherlock. He still made her heart beat faster, her skin tingle even after living together for months.

He groaned as the kiss went on and moved her back until her knees hit the bed and they fell onto it together still not breaking the kiss. He tasted of coffee and faintly of cigarettes and Molly knew she would have to tell him off later and hunt out his stash but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. Not when his hand was sliding under her top and up her side. His thumb stroked the underside of her breast and she shivered with anticipation.

She brought her hands forward and let them glide down his chest loving the feel of his muscles under her palms. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt pushing it off his shoulders so she could feel his skin. He knelt up bringing her with him so he could pull her top over her head before flinging it off to the side. He kissed her again as he unfastened her bra then he broke off and stared hungrily at her breasts.

She lay back down enjoying seeing the unbridled lust in his eyes. His appetite for sex was endless. The only time it waned was during cases and even then she knew she could easily persuade him if she needed too. It was almost as though his body were trying to make up for the fifteen years of abstinence that had gone before and Molly was more than happy as the recipient.

She thought back to their first time, in front of the fire, just over six months ago. They'd come so far since then, moving in together, coping with his first case, so many days and nights spent exploring each other's bodies and desires. She blushed when she remembered fulfilling Sherlock's fantasy of 'fucking her in the lab'.

She'd waited until she was on a night shift, where nothing much was happening, then she'd texted him to come urgently to see a body that had just been brought in.

When he had burst through the doors all ruffled hair and swirling coat she had been waiting at the side of them.

She quickly locked the door behind him as he had looked around, confused. At least he was confused initially, it hadn't taken him long at all to deduce her plan, particularly when he realised she was only wearing high heels, a lab coat and not much else.

Sherlock plunging two fingers into her brought her back to reality though. She bucked up against him crying out his name. He always knew just what to do to make her come, his mind palace had never been more useful, in Molly's opinion.

He used his thumb to press into her clit rolling it in tight circles and he loved the sound of her moans and sighs. Sherlock had quickly realised that giving in to sentiment, being with Molly, like this, was the best decision he had ever made. She completed and complimented him in a way no one else had done before. He positioned himself at her warm, tight entrance and closed his eyes as he pushed slowly into her, relishing the feeling of her wrapped all around him, the look of her, the feel, the smell; all of it catalogued in infinite detail in his mind.

He could feel her short nails, kept that way for work, scraping lightly and deliciously down his back until she was gripping his backside pulling him into her more deeply. He used his tongue to lick from the base of her neck to her ear where he sucked until he knew he had marked her. He loved making her his. He knew it was base and animalistic but he got a kick out of seeing her trying to cover up a love bite when he was in the morgue with her, knowing other men knew she was his. The modern man in him knew he was being an idiot but he couldn't help it.

He withdrew until he was almost out if her, waited a beat and then plunged back in. The sensation of cold air and her hot, wet centre nearly making him come. He willed himself not too as he repeated the movement over and over, hearing Molly pleading with him, pleading with God before she came. He could feel her walls pressing down on his needy cock, she pulled his head down to her and kissed him desperately, plunging her tongue into his mouth as she moaned loudly. He thrust into her twice more before he came himself, feeling his seed spurt into her in pulses. He bent his head to her neck and kissed her collarbone whilst they both got their breath back.

'Mmmmmmmm, God Sherlock that was so good.'

He hummed in agreement before pushing himself up, taking his weight off her. He leant down to give her a brief kiss before he made his way through to set the shower running in the bathroom.

She joined him a minute later putting her hands round his waist and pressing her chest against his back whilst he tested the water. Once the temperature was just right he pulled her in with him. Together they slowly took it in turns to wash each other. Sherlock still joked with her about ruffling his hair in the shower and she still laughed happily. He took his time washing and conditioning her hair before his hands slid down to her shoulders and then to her breasts. He fondled them as she pressed her back against his chest and his erection which was back in force.

She let her head fall back into his shoulder as he kissed the base of her neck, 'mmm feeling extra randy today are you Mister Holmes?'

He didn't answer, instead he pushed her forward until she was leaning her hands against the shower wall with her backside pushing up against him. He slid back into her, knowing she would still be wet from their previous coupling. He took his time initially making sure he was positioned so as not to cause her pain, once he was confident he started to thrust. Molly pushed herself back onto him causing him to go deeper until he was in her up to his hilt.

They were both moaning and sighing and Sherlock was quite glad that Baker St. was empty tonight. He leant forward catching her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples before letting one hand slide down to circle her clit. He knew she was close as was he and when they came, shortly after, Molly almost collapsed from the exertion and the enormity of her climax. He caught her round her middle and held her as he sagged against the wall.

This time they finished their cleaning quite quickly as the temperature of the water started to dip. Molly squeaked in shock as Sherlock exited before her, just before the cold fully hit. She gasped as she stepped out hitting him again as he laughed. 'You bastard you did that on purpose.'

Sherlock watched her as she wrapped up in a dressing gown, towel rubbing her hair as she went to sit at her new dressing table. She let her hands glide over the hair brush and mirror before she opened the jewellery box. 'Oh!'

He walked round the bed until he was behind her and sat down, 'do you like it?'

She twisted round holding the diamond engagement ring in her hand, the fingers of her other hand on her mouth. He could see tears forming in her eyes. 'Sherlock, I love it.'

He took her hand from her mouth and held it and looking her in the eyes he said, 'Molly Hooper, will you do me the honour of being my wife?'

Molly looked at this man that she had loved for so long, this man that she had thought until recently she would never be with, this man who loved her now as much as she loved him, 'yes Sherlock, I will.'

And there we have it. The end. I hope you all enjoyed the read and the ride. I'll be starting a new story soon, something fluffy and light. I enjoy the crime stories but they are hard work to write. So keep an eye out.

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