Here we are at the final chapter, I can hardly believe that's another story complete. Thank you all for joining me on this ride and thanks again to Rocking the Redhead for the idea.

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Chapter 8

Molly smiled as she sat in the cab with Sherlock. Not only was he here but they had finally had sex and it had been great. They sat side by side but Sherlock was holding Molly's hand tight in his as though he didn't want to let go of her as much as she didn't want to let go of they would catch each other's eye and smile almost shyly at each other.

They soon arrived at Mycroft's Kensington home where they were greeted at the door by his PA. She led them through to the study where Mycroft, John and Mary were waiting.

Molly kept waiting for Sherlock to let go of her hand but he didn't, towing her along with him into the room.

'Ah brother, I see you've finally deigned to join us. I also see you've consummated things with Ms Hooper. Delightful.'

Molly's mouth opened in shock and she knew she was blushing.

John had swung round in his chair, surprise written all over his face, 'what? Sherlock...when..'

Mary smiled knowingly not looking phased at all.

Sherlock just squared his shoulders, 'my personal life is none of your business Mycroft. I thought we were here to discuss Moriarty, but if not DOCTOR Hooper and I will just leave.'

'And just how safe do you think Doctor Hooper will be if Moriarty realises your sentimental attachment to her?'

'I am aware of the dangers of my life but the alternative would be having no friends at all and I think we are both aware of how limiting and lonely that is...or maybe you aren't that aware...'

Mycroft looked as though Sherlock had just spat in his tea.

'At least mummy will be thrilled with the news.'

'Oh, are you losing it in your old age Mycroft? Mother already knows.'

John stepped in, 'right, maybe we can put the sibling rivalry on the back burner for now and concentrate on the matter at hand. That of Moriarty and the threat he poses.'

Sherlock just raised his eyebrow and turned to John, 'really John do you never observe, there is no threat from Moriarty as Mycroft well knows.'

'But what about the TV broadcasts, the 'Did you miss me' bit. It must have come from somewhere.'

'Yes, very opportune timing wasn't it. Would have needed to be carried out by someone with access to highly secure equipment. Mycroft, would you like to share with the group?'

Mycroft shifted foot to foot, 'yes, well as I said at Christmas, your loss would break my heart.' He looked Sherlock direct in the eye as though daring him to mock him.

Sherlock just nodded, 'I appreciate it Mycroft, I really do. Anyhow, now that's been sorted out Molly and I will take our leave. John, I'll catch up with you in the New Year I believe we'll be occupied until then.'

With that he turned on his heel and pulling Molly behind him they left.

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As he hailed a cab Molly asked where they were going next.

'Thought your place would be best for now. I suspect there are few provisions in my flat and I'm not intending to do anything but you, for the next three days.'

Molly blushed and smiled as she climbed into the cab. She could get used to this version of Sherlock. She suspected he'd be back to his normal grumpy self soon enough but she'd enjoy it whilst it lasted.

As they sat in the cab Sherlock continued the conversation, 'I figured you could move to Baker St in the New Year. John will be no doubt be moving back in with Mary and I've decided I don't like to live alone.'

Molly's lips set in a hard line, 'very practical Sherlock. Do you think that's the best way to ask me?'

He looked sideways at her, confusion on his face, 'not good?'

'No, very not good.'

He sat thinking for a short while, 'Molly, let me assure you that when I ask you to move in with me it is because I can imagine no one I would rather share my space with. You...compliment me, you will keep me...human, I can imagine us discussing science, forensics, cases. I...want you there...with me.'

Molly looked at him waiting.

'Please...Molly, I would like you to move in with me...because...I love you?' He looked at her curiously as though seeking approval for what he was saying.

Molly smiled, 'much better and yes so long as I can bring Toby with me I would love to move in.'

'Toby...who's Toby?'

'My cat.'

'Oh, that's his name. Yes, I suppose you can bring him.'

She saw a sudden gleam in his eye, 'and no experimenting on him?'

His face fell into a grumpy expression but at that moment the cab announced their arrival.

Sherlock passed over some money and they made their way up to the flat.

As they entered Sherlock hung up his coat wandering into the front room. Molly felt suddenly shy, 'would you like a drink? I've got tea, coffee, wine.'

'Yes, a glass of the Merlot please.'

'Merlot? I'm not sure I've...oh!' She suddenly spotted the bottle on the side, Sherlock must have brought it with him when he came round before.

She set about opening the bottle and finding a glass. She poured herself a glass too and carried them through into the front room. She put them down on the coffee table and looked round for Sherlock. The door to her spare bedroom was open so she followed him in.

He was stood staring at the wall which was now covered with photographs, paperwork, red string linking the items together. At the centre was a photograph of the recently deceased Magnusson.

Sherlock placed his finger on the forehead of the man in the photo, 'I shot him, in the head, in cold blood...I've never killed so intentionally before...Don't get me wrong he's not the first man I've killed but with the others it was them or me, kill or be killed. This was different. We could have walked away. Yes, there would have been consequences, but none of them life threatening. Instead I took John's gun and shot him in the head.'

He sounded sad, uncertain. Molly took his hand, 'I know you Sherlock, you will have thought through every scenario. For you to reach the decision to kill him would have meant there was no other truly viable option. I believe in you and I believe you will have made the right decision.'

'You always have such faith in me, after everything I've done, all the hurtful things I've said, you're still here, putting up with me. What have I done to deserve you?' He put his hand on the side of Molly's face. She leant into him feeling the warmth of his skin on hers.

She looked up at him watching his eyes dilate as he looked down at her, his gaze intense, the atmosphere between them shifted as lust pooled low in her belly.

'Molly...' His voice was low, almost a reverent whisper. He bent his head down to kiss her, she felt herself respond immediately opening her mouth to him so he could deepen the kiss using his tongue to enter her mouth.

She felt him turn her before pushing her up against the wall, the odd photo or document fluttering down to the floor.

She could feel him pressed against her, all that coiled energy and muscle. Eagerly she pulled at his shirt til it pulled out from his trousers. She was desperate to feel his skin on hers once more, she wanted nothing between them and it seems he felt the same. They tore at each other's clothes more of the wall of evidence mingling with their clothes on the floor. Soon they were both naked still leaning against the wall.

Molly's hands were on his backside pulling him against her one leg hooking round his knee as she tried to push herself against him. They were still kissing as he spun her around once more both of them falling gracelessly on the bed before giggling.

Molly pulled herself further up so they had more room and Sherlock crawled on his hands and knees following her. She looked at him, once again wondering at her luck in being wanted by him.

He stopped when he was level with her breasts ducking his head and using his stiffened tongue to trace around her nipple. She arched her back pressing herself into his mouth. His hand was on her centre using his palm to press against her sweet spot as his fingers delved inside her. Molly gasped, her head falling back onto the bed her hands grappling at his back. He seemed to know just what to do. She had no idea where or when he had learnt to be such a good lover but she was grateful.

It didn't take long until he had her crying out his name and when finally he plunged himself into her she wasn't sure whether she were still orgasming, coming down or rolling into another. Whatever it was she didn't want him to stop. She pulled him into her meeting each thrust. She could hear him moaning, swear words mixing with her name in a heady combination.

When he finally came he thrust into her as hard as he was able. She could feel him pulsing inside her as she watched his face start to relax. He stared into her eyes once more before kissing her again.

Finally he fell to one side and they lay panting looking up at the wall. The picture of Magnusson had disappeared along with various other documents. Red string hanging loose.

'I suppose I'll have to find myself a new bolt hole when you move in with me.'

'You mister are not finding any more bolt holes in single girl's flats. Do you understand?'

Sherlock looked down at her and smiled, 'I think one woman is more than sufficient for me, Molly Hooper.' And with that he bent to kiss her again.

And so ends another Sherlolly tale just in time for us to start a post Season 3 Christmas adventure next week. I hope you enjoyed this story - if you did, you know what to do, review or favourite, go on give me a gift. See you all next week hopefully. The title will be Blue Christmas so look out for it.