So here we are, the final chapter, another story complete. Thank you all for your support I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
This is the T rated version.
As always I own nothing but owe it all to ACD, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss to whom I am forever grateful.
Chapter 12 SMUT free version
By the time the final round was being called the evening had definitely turned to night. The dance floor was mostly lit by moonlight and the fairy lights made it seem magical.
For the first time Molly was really nervous. This dance was to be a tango and she hadn't practiced it at all. Sherlock had talked her through the basic steps before they had got to the dance floor and assured her that if she followed his lead she would be fine.
It hadn't helped that when she'd nipped to the loo a few minutes earlier all she had heard was gossip about her and Sherlock. When she'd exited her cubicle silence had fallen before a couple of them that knew her personally had apologised and tentatively congratulated her.
Sherlock seemed to be oblivious to the gossip and was concentrating his considerable skills on gradually turning her on. A whisper in her ear, a kiss on the base of her neck, a hand sliding across the skin on her back. 'I want you begging for me by the end of the night Ms Hooper and you know I like to get my own way.'
The only time he'd stopped was when it came to the dances. So here they stood waiting for the music to start. Molly's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as her eyes flicked round at all the people observing them.
'Molly...Molly, look at me.' She glanced back towards Sherlock. 'Remember, look at me, imagine I am the person you love most in the world, that I am the most beautiful thing you have seen. Just know that when I am looking at you, I'm not imagining it at all, you are the person I love most and you are the most beautiful thing I have seen.'
Molly's heart skipped a beat and she smiled as the music started and her gaze locked with Sherlock's as they moved around the dance floor. It felt as if everyone else had faded from existence and it was just her and Sherlock dancing together alone in the moonlight. She knew she would remember this moment as long as she had breath in her body. She didn't even think about the dance or the steps or her body posture, they just moved together in perfect harmony. It was almost a shock therefore when the music ended and the compare started to speak.
'So, the judges have made their final decision, and it was a difficult one. They have informed me that they would like to commend all the couples throughout the competition for their involvement and their dancing and for that they are all winners. But there can only be one couple who wins our main prize of a night dining and dancing at the Ritz complete with overnight stay in one of their best rooms.
The judgement was made particularly difficult as one of the final couples had the best technique but another was felt to embody the spirit of the dance. I'm sure it will come as no surprise to those observing but whilst they may have made some technical errors their passion for each other shone through so the first place goes to...Sherlock Holmes and our very own dancing pathologist Molly Hooper.'
Molly couldn't believe it. Sherlock took her hand and led her up to the compare who was waiting to hand them the envelope containing their prize voucher. She could hear everyone clapping and a couple of cheers. One particularly loud wolf whistle had her looking suspiciously at Mary who gave her a thumbs up.
The compare held the microphone towards them both and Molly saw Sherlock eyeing it, her nerves at what he might say had her clearing her throat and thanking the organisers for the event and judges for her win.
'And how do you feel Mr Holmes? We hadn't pegged you as a dancer.'
'Yes, well I find the observational skills of the ordinary human to be very lacking. As for how I feel that is irrelevant. I just want this part of the evening over so I can take Molly back to my flat and...'
Molly quickly put her hand over the microphone and pushed it back towards the compare who looked nervous, 'yes well, our winners everyone. The last dances of the evening will start in ten minutes. Thank you.'
As they left the dance floor Mary and John came over to congratulate them, hugging and kissing Molly. Mary even pulled Sherlock down to her level so she could kiss him on the cheek, leaving him looking quite bemused. 'Yes, well if you don't mind, I think it's time for Molly and I to leave. I've had quite enough social interaction for one night. Molly...' He held his hand out to her.
Molly smiled apologetically at John and Mary, who both laughed. Mary just had a chance to whisper, 'wow, Molly, that dance was hot. I don't think anyone's in any doubt about your relationship now. Now go, enjoy! And text me tomorrow.'
Five minutes later they were in a cab. Molly didn't quite remember who started kissing who first they just were. The journey seemed interminably long although in reality was only about ten minutes and by the time they fell through the door of the flat Molly felt as though she were desperate, the need to be with him overwhelming her. The whole evening had been perfect and now she got to spend the night with the man she'd loved for so long.
In the end their desire for each other was so strong they didn't even make it to the bedroom, instead falling onto the settee. Their coupling was a beautiful mix of passion and love and sweetness. She felt closer to Sherlock than she ever had before, knowing that this last week was the start of something serious between them. She didn't want any of it to end.
They were eventually spent and Sherlock finally sagged against her as she wrapped her arms tightly round him holding him close. 'Mmmm, now that was definitely worth finishing the case up early for.'
Molly smiled quietly enjoying the feeling of his weight pressing onto her.
Eventually they pulled apart, 'are you tired?' Sherlock asked, 'I'd like for you to stay over.'
Molly yawned; it had been a long day. 'Yes, I don't mind staying.' She stood up and made to go towards the bedroom when she realised that Sherlock wasn't following, 'are you coming?'
He looked up, 'what? No...no, not yet. I still have some loose ends I want to tie up about the case. I'll come in later. You can use some of my pyjamas if you like, third drawer down.'
Molly walked back over and bent down to kiss his forehead, 'OK, good night Sherlock.'
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In the morning Molly woke up to Toby butting her hand with his nose looking for some attention. Sleepily she scratched behind his ears listening to him purring loudly. It was a minute or so before she realised that there was also an arm across her stomach and she wasn't in her own bed.
She opened her eyes feeling confused. As she looked around she remembered the night before, yes she was definitely in Sherlock's room with Sherlock, so why was Toby here?
She sat up and Toby walked up the bed to sit on her knee. As she moved Sherlock started to awake. He stretched and looked up at Molly before smiling and leaning over to pull her closer.
'Hang on Sherlock, what's Toby doing here? When did you bring him here?'
'Mmmm, oh last night after you'd gone to sleep. I was thinking that it's normally because of Toby that you feel the need to go to your flat after work instead of here so it made sense that Toby come and live here instead. That way you don't need to go back to your flat, in fact I'd prefer it if you moved here as well, it would be much more convenient.'
Molly raised her eyebrow, 'convenient, are you sure that's the word you want to go with when asking your girlfriend to move in with you?' She smiled at him, watching a frustrated expression pass across his face. She knew he hated talking about sentiment but she wasn't about to let him off the hook on this one.
'Molly, you know how I feel, do I have to say it?'
She waited til eventually he huffed and capitulated, 'fine, fine, Molly Hooper I find having you around enhances my life in ways I hadn't previously considered, I enjoy our sexual encounters and I find the thought of you not being in my life...unendurable. So please, will you move in with me?'
Molly slid back down so she was level with Sherlock's face. She cupped his cheek with her hand and bent to kiss him, 'yes Sherlock, yes I will.'
And there it ends. I'm hoping to have another story starting soon, in about a week so keep your eyes peeled. In the meantime, if you liked the story please let me know, reviews and favourites that's what I like ;)