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Okay guys this is the last chapter. I do apologise for the bad spelling and grammar that may have appeared in any of the chapters. So here we go.

Chapter Nine: Some doors should stay locked.

When Molly woke the next morning she felt odd. There was something wrong and in her sleep induced daze she couldn't put her finger on what it was. That was until the pressure around her stomach moved slightly. She looked down to see a muscular arm raped around her waist. Molly turned her head slightly. And from that odd angle in which she lay she saw the bear torso of Sherlock Holmes laid next to her. His nose was almost nuzzled into the nape of her neck. And his dark curls ruffled and over his face. He looked so cute in that innocent moment.

Molly lifted hand from her so she could get up, but he only pulled her back with a moan. She couldn't help but giggle. Here was Sherlock Holmes latching onto her for whatever reason after staying the night before at her will.

Last night now seemed to be nothing more than a nightmare. But she really had to get up sleeping in all your clothes is never a good idea and she really needed to get her jeans off. They were beginning to rub into her side. Clearly Sherlock had taken off his shirt for a similar reason.

"Maybe I could…" she whispered to herself as she undid her belt under the covers with one hand. Her days off trying to get changed in the girl's group changing room under a towel after swimming came back to her. Molly loved swimming, but she hated the fact they had to share the changing space. It was okay when it was for gym, but being butt naked under a towel hoping to god it doesn't slip was one of the most tedious things in the world. "Okay belt undone. Next button and zip…" She managed to get the first button done, but was stopped by the movement of a certain Consulting Detective who had managed to turn her to face him in his sleep.

Their bodies were now crushed together with her hands uncomfortably close to his crotch. He may have been laying on top of the sheets when she fell asleep, but that was no longer the case. Molly was able to move just enough, without waking Sherlock, to free her hands. But were was she to put them now? There wasn't much room. "Sherlock Holmes you are such a pain." She whispered not intending to hear, but hear her he did.

Sherlock's eyes snapped open and caught her's. "Shit!" he muttered and Molly giggled "Shut up Molly." He said as he let go of her and rolled out of the bed. Molly watched as he put lasts night shirt back on. She watched the way his back and shoulder muscles tensed and flexed as he pulled it on. She was already missing his warmth.

…..

Molly had been at work for seven and a half hours and glad for the lunch break. Crisps can only fill you up for so long. And she was half way down the hall when the doors leading to the corridor that held the stairwell flew open. And throw them strode Sherlock Holmes with his belstaf flowing behind him.

He stops her by putting his arm across her stomach and turns her to head back the other way. His hand falls to her lower back with his long fingers rest slightly on her butt-cheek. Holmes fits hard to hide the large smirk that is threatening to appear on his cupid bow lips. And as they reached the lab doors he pushed her in in front of him making sure to teasingly scrape his fingernails across her lower back making her visibly shiver.

'Not good.' Molly thought to herself. She loved what he was doing to her. Who wouldn't? But for what reason was he doing it? At first she had thought it was accidently, but now she was sadly entertaining the fact that he was doing it on purpose to get something from her. he would often complement her on the way her hair was parted or the shade of lipstick she was wearing to get a foot or a hand, but doing this was a new level of annoying. He knew she loved him. And she had thought they had become better friends now. He probably need a whole body or something.

Molly turned to him. "Sherlock it's my lunch break and I'm hungry. Can't your experiments wait half an hour?" she sighed.

"You're having dinner with me."

"What! No Sherlock!" she saw him quirk an eyebrow. "Look buddy. The last two times. Have heard to say that it has not exactly gone well." Again he said nothing. He didn't get chance. "The most recent of which ended up with Moriarty finding me because of that bitch putting rumours in the press about us. And of cause we shouldn't forget the first time you said that. Remember? It resulted in me spending all night in this bloody lad doing sodding experiments for you!"

"Yes, but I wasn't thinking of that sort of dinner."

"What?!"

Sherlock lent down and kissed the confused pathologist on the pair of lips that had been haunting his dreams. "Now do you understand?"

"Why?"

"Yesterday morning I woke up with you in my arms. I have been dreaming of that for weeks. And yesterday it happened. I give in Molly." He gently rested his forehead on hers and looked her in the eyes. "I give in."

She shut her eyes and let those last three words wash over her. "Sherlock Holmes."

"Yes?"

She kissed him. "You took your bloody time."

"Shut up you" and he kissed her again. His tongue brushing against her lips begging for entry. He had estimated they had about an hour before David came looking for her. That man was just as bad as Tom for been over protective of her. And they weren't even a couple. Their tongues battled for dominance has he lifted Molly up on to one of the counter tops. Holmes ran his hands up and down her thighs before gently parting them.

Molly looked up into his eyes as she pulled away from his passionate kiss. "Here?" she giggle with shock.

"Well it's only right. After all this is where we first met."

"We met in the morgue."

"Same difference" he began to slowly move his hands further up her body and pulled off the heavy white lab coat of her small shoulders. Her hands immediately went for the button that here straining to keep the two sides of the fabric together. She pushed off the three items of clothing that where stopping her from been able to see that gorges torso that she had only had a glimpse of the day before.

So there stood Sherlock Holmes, in-between her thighs in nothing but his unbuckled trousers and strained boxers. Her blouse was in some corner of the lab. "Sherlock you are a bad m…oh!" she throw her hands into his curls as he began to nip and suck a line that ran from just above the left cup of her bra to the right. Making sure to give extra attention to the valley between them. "Sherlock." She pulled him by his hair to face. "Please."

He looked very smug as she raped her legs around his hips. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and lifted her up of the counter. "Because…." he walked over to the door of her office and leant against it. "…you asked…" he turned nob and kicked it open. "…so nicely." He carried her in to the small box room and kicked the door shut.

Molly soon found herself leaning over the table with Sherlock Holmes slowly pulling the zip of her skirt down with his teeth. His splayed fingers massaging the fount of her pelvis. He hooked his fingers into the top rim of her skirt and pulled both it and her underwear down with the same swift moment. She felt completely exposed, but in the most delightful way.

"Please, Sherlock." She couldn't take it any longer. Molly wiggled against the bulge in his boxers.

Holmes sank himself into molly until he could go no further. Both moaned at the feeling of him being inside her. Sherlock began to pump into her. At first he took her slowly but soon something snapped and he started to ride her at an unmerciful pace. Molly's soft sighs and the way she repeated his name like a mantra only made him go faster.

She dug her nails into the desk as the first waves of her orgasm ran over her and Sherlock showed no sign of stopping. 'Stupid Molly.' She thought. 'What did you expect? This man has been torturing you for years why would he make this any different?' But the torturing was good. It was very, very good. The best.

At last, once satisfied that he had Molly was in a total mess did he allow himself to fall apart. He came shouting her name, not caring who heard him. Sherlock pulled out of Molly. He picked her up and sat her on his lap on her chair. He could feel its leather begin to stick to his back and thighs. He broke the sweet silence with her name as he whispered into the ear that wasn't pressed to his chest.

"Molly?" she didn't speck but he knew she had heard him. "Molly. Look at me when I say this." Molly lifted her head slowly and looked into his eyes with her own heavy lidded ones. She was barely awake. "Molly Hooper I…I love…" He sighed. She was gone. Just like that she was asleep.

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"When I said we might need help with this on guv. Didn't mean Sherlock!" moaned Sally Donavan as she followed her boss into the police car park.

"Well it's too late now." Said Greg smirking at her before he got into the silver BMW.

"I would have…" Click she stopped as she fastened her seatbelt. "…thought you would have learned after what happened last time our delightfully enigmatic boss found out we were using Holmes."

"Yeah you would wouldn't you." He winked at her as he reversed the car.

"Unbelievable." Sally giggled. Greg really had changed now that Sherlock was back. She hated to admit it but she was glad to see him now and then. But only 'now and then." She still disliked him. But he made Greg happy and in turn made it things between her and Greg better. How she had managed to get Lestrade to forgive her was a miracle.

"You wouldn't be sleeping with me if I was different."

"Yes boss."

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Both Molly and Sherlock jumped of the seat at the sound of the lab doors opening. "Mol's?" came a voice from out near the fume cupboard. "Mol's you in here?"

"Oh God its Dave." Whispered Molly as she looked between the gaps in the blinds. "I have lunch with him sometimes."

"It's well passed lunch."

"You don't know Dave do you. He thinks lunch lasts all day. That way he gets to see me. The man is a little creep." Her eyes widened at the sight of Dave beginning to head towards her office. Molly turned and pushed Sherlock to the floor with her landing on top of him.

"Molly I know that people get kicks out what we have just done but…"

"Shut-up he's coming this way." Molly crawled towards the office door to check it. In all that had happening in the last two hours Molly couldn't remember if it had been locked. Sherlock began to chuckle as he lay there with his hands behind his head. She hushed him. "Sherlock he might hear you and for god's sake move. He'll see you?"

"And?"

"Sherlock!" she hissed trying to hide a school girl giggle. With a sigh Sherlock agreed to move out of view. Though he did it with a pouted lip, of course. There was a knock at the door.

"Mol's fallen asleep again sweetheart?"

"Sweetheart?" questioned wordlessly.

"I told you he is a creep." Molly watched Sherlock trying not to laugh. "Once he's gone I think we should." Whispered Molly to her lover.

"Mine?" she raised her eyebrow. "It's closer than yours." Molly wasn't going to complain. She was looking forward to another couple of rounds with him, but this time she was going to make him an utter mess. "Unlikely Molly." He winked at her.

….

It was twenty minutes before he left. "Married."

"I know."

"Really?"

"Don't sound so surprised you git. I'm a woman I notice men and things about them. So of cause I noticed the line where his ring goes. Oh and the fact I saw him take it off before he entered the lab once."

"Come on." Sherlock reached out a hand and help Molly to her knees. Molly was square in the face with his cock. Molly licked her lips wondering how he would taste. After all he knew her taste. "Get up naughty."

"Spoil sport."

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Sally sighed. They had been stuck in traffic for half an hour now. "Don't you dare." She slapped Greg's Hand away from the car radio. "I like this one."

"Its crap." He frowned

"Tuff." Greg sighed as the song reached its pathetic and barely understandable chorus.

…..

The pair reached the door to Sherlock's bedroom giggling like teenagers who have just managed to sneak passed his parents. He pick her up and pulled her body close to his. "Ready for round to, Miss Hooper?"

"Three and four Mr Holmes."

"Bad girl." He winked as he carried her in. Sherlock threw her on the bed. "Miss Hooper do you like your shirt?"

"Better if it was off." He smirked and off it went along with the rest of her cloths.

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Greg got out of the car. "Two minutes. And if you can but be nice."

"I'm good here thank you. But send him my love won't you."

"Naturally."

"Hello Mrs Hudson. Is he upstairs?"

"I think so dearie. Cup of tea?"

"No thanks." Replied Lestrade as he jogged up the stairs to the baker street flat. "Bloody hell. You can't still be in bed Sherlock?!" said Greg as he push the door open. "OH JESUS!" he shouts and covers his eyes.

Sherlock lifts his head from Molly's left nipple. "I'm busy Greg your case can wait till tomorrow."

"Yeah…Uhmm…yeah sorry."

"Shut the door on your way out."

"Uhmm bye."

"GO!"

Greg leaves and firmly shuts the door behind him. "I need a seriously large whisky." He said to himself. "Mrs Hudson, do me a favour. Don't go upstairs for the next few hours. Maybe don't go up until tomorrow."

"Why."

"Trust me." Greg said as he walk out of the door. As he got into his car he sat there for a moment staring into the distance.

"Greg are you okay?"

He turned too looked at her with a slight smirk or disbelief. "You. Are. Not. Going. To. Believe. This."

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"You need a lock for that door." Molly states to Sherlock as Greg leaves.

"It has one."

"Then use it."

"I've lost the key." Molly giggles as Sherlock pulls the sheet back over them.