AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay guys, here it is, the very last chapter of this beast of a story. It is the longest that I have ever written. I want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart that stuck with this through thick and thin. It means more to me than I could ever really convey to all of you! I want to thanks all my reviewers, followers, favoriters, lurkers, and whoever else may have stumbled across this. It's been a wild ride and I have enjoyed almost every second of it! I have said this before: I do love to write, but it's you guys who make it so much more special for me. I send so much love and hugs and kisses, and Benny's and anything else your heart desires your way!

I have said this before and I will say it over and over…the Sherlock fandom is the absolute best to write for, you guys are BY FAR the most supportive and most engaged readers that I have ever had the pleasure to write for. Enough of the last chapter drivel…on with the last chapter!

Warning: Sexy times! Two kinds of sexy times, tender and sweet and hard and fast. I tried to write something for everyone, lol.

PS. Virtual cookies to anyone who can find the line from Family Guy that I used. A virtual naked Benny if you can tell me what episode…

Molly stared up at Sherlock in surprise. She assumed his high handedness and teasing had been for Gavin's benefit, to make him jealous. She didn't believe that Sherlock had been truly serious with his behavior in Midsomer. But now that she was looking up at him and he looked back at her with the most lecherous expression she had ever seen, she found her throat getting dry and her stomach doing a somersault.

"You do remember when I made that promise don't you Molly?" He asked slowly circling the bed. She licked her dry lips and suddenly felt like a caged animal…and she loved it.

He leaned over the bed, slowly climbing onto the mattress. He climbed over her body, trapping her within his arms and thighs. His signature smirk graced his handsome face. His head descended to give her a kiss, but he was moving too slowly for Molly. She reached up, grabbed his shirt collar and jerked his face towards hers and kissed him. He pulled away laughing.

"Perhaps I need to explain, you are not to move. I am the one in control here." He said smiling.

"Is that right?" She asked in mock indignation before grinning at him. "I don't think so Mr. Holmes.

He sat back on his heels and shrugged. "I am stronger than you Molly."

She giggled. "Are you threatening me?"

His expression became serious. "Yes I am."

Before she could move, he attacked. She squealed as his nimble fingers danced over her sides and tummy. She laughed loudly, trying to push his hands away, but the more she struggled underneath him, the more he seemed to take on the traits of an octopus.

His hands were simply everywhere.

"Sherlock stop!" She squealed.

He laughed and stopped, leaning over her again to kiss her lips. "Are you going to do what I say?"

"No." She said smiling.

"I didn't think you would." He chuckled. "I'll just have to use my superior strength and superior linguistic skills to change your mind."

"Sherlock I have superior linguistic skills too. I'm English also."

He grinned and kissed her again, placing his large hands over hers holding them against the mattress. Ever so slowly, he pressed himself into her which in turn pressed her into the mattress. He was already rock hard against her. She couldn't help herself, she moaned into his mouth, arching up to meet him. He groaned at the friction it caused and deepened the kiss, putting his entire body weight on her and trapping her against the bed. She opened her mouth wider, inviting his masterful tongue to explore her mouth further.

His hands moved from her wrists so that he could entwine his fingers with hers. They spent several minutes simply enjoying the newness of this experience. She had dreamed so many times of what it would be like to kiss Sherlock Holmes and he had imagined so many times how it would feel to have her underneath him, her soft body pressed against his while he ravished her mouth with his own.

It crossed his mind how very close he came to never being able to experience this when she had been taken by Moriarty. His kisses responded to his emotions and became almost frantic, as if he stopped kissing her or moved away from her that she would disappear from him.

Molly sensed the sudden intensity and felt it within his body. She pulled away from his mouth, pulling her hand free, and cupped his face. "Sherlock, what is it?"

He swallowed hard, his eyes wide and almost frightened. "I could've lost you Molly. I did almost lose you and what if you never knew how I felt…what if you didn't know that I loved you?"

"But you didn't lose me Sherlock. I am here with you now and I know that you love me. You know that I love you. Jim Moriarty is dead Sherlock. He has no power over us and he can never hurt us or anyone else again." She kissed him gently. "No one is going to take me from you."

The fear in his eyes lessened at her words. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him against her. She held him there, stroking his hair, and kissing his head. She could feel when the tension left his body and he relaxed against her.

He turned his face up to meet hers. "Molly, I need you now…I can't wait any longer, please."

"It's as you already said Sherlock, I am all yours. Do with me what you will." She said wickedly.

The lecherous grin returned and he pushed off her, sitting back on his heals looking down at her. She started to unbutton her blouse, but he batted her hand away. "No, I want too."

She nodded, chewing her lip. His attention was drawn to her lip and his pupils dilated, his respiration increased, and he licked his own lips hungrily. "Don't do that Molly." He said very softly.

She smiled knowingly, her lip still between her teeth. "Why not Sherlock? Don't you like it?"

"I cannot be held responsible for what I do to you if you don't stop." He said, his voice so deep and gravelly, it sent chills over her body.

She released her bottom lip only to wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. He growled in warning, reaching down to unbutton her shirt. He did so slowly, one button at a time, trying to burn in his memory the first time he ever would undress Molly Hooper. Finally the last button was freed and her blouse fell open revealing the prize hidden underneath.

Her breasts moved in time with her respiration. The perfectly round little mounds looked absolutely mouthwatering. He wasted no time in freeing them from their silky prison. He pulled her up, reaching around her back to unclasp the garment. He pressed her back against the mattress pulling the bra away from her body as he did so. Her breasts pooled free as he tossed the garment onto the floor.

His tongue flicked out as if it had a mind of its own as he looked down at the soft mounds with the pink rose bud nipples standing erect begging to be tasted and suckled. His mind caught up with his body soon enough and he leaned over her, his face hovering over her left breast. He smiled to himself before diving in. His mouth enclosed over the left nipple and she moaned loudly, arching into him. She buried her hands in his hair, gently wrapping his curls around her fingers.

He could already smell the musky scent of her wetness and it was divine. He pulled away from her left nipple only to give the right nipple the very same attention. This time, he experimented. He bit down slightly and sucked hard. She moaned again, the scent of her becoming stronger as she dug her nails into his scalp. It pulled the roots of his hair, but he found that he liked it very much.

He began to wonder how hard she would pull his hair if he brought his attentions a little lower on her body. Without wasting another moment, he abruptly sat up much to her dismay and began to unbutton her pants. He slid them down and she lifted her bottom so he could slide them all the way off. He stared down at the silky underwear that currently housed his prize. He could see the dampness of the material and the smell was so intense, his mouth watered even more for her.

He gently tugged her panties down her hips and her legs, pulling them to his nose and inhaling deeply. He smiled when he saw the color in her cheeks. "I can't wait to see if you taste as delicious as you smell."

He tossed the panties onto the floor, moved to the foot of the bed, and knelt down on the floor. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward. As he pulled her ankles over his shoulders and pulled her even closer to him, he remembered a time not long ago that John had told him that there was nothing in this world like the taste of a woman and that it was one of the most delicate pleasures a man could experience.

He inhaled again while he hungrily gazed at what was in front of him. The pussy was simply beautiful. Sherlock knew this from past experience, but he had never seen one as beautiful as Molly's. Her slit was a dusty pink color as were the lips. The glistening moisture from her wetness only made it more beautiful to him and he wondered why he had never indulged before, but then he was glad that he had never tasted a woman before. He wanted this experience to be with Molly and only with Molly.

He stuck his tongue out and traced the length of her slit. He was not expecting such an intense response from her and she bucked up and nearly knocked him backward. He placed his hands on either sides of her thighs and held her still and open for him. Again he traced her slit with his tongue before pushing his tongue between the lips in search of her already aching core.

The heat coming from her was inviting and he accepted the invitation eagerly. He pressed his tongue inside of her soaking wet core before dragging his tongue upward to her clit where he closed his mouth and sucked. She was so aroused by him that she came when he suckled her, a small little shudder rippling through her body with her small cry. Her hands were wound tightly in his hair. She had a fierce grip on his curls and it only made him more eager for her.

His mouth stayed closed over her clit while the fingertips of his right hand tickled down her thigh and stopped at her wet core. Slowly he pressed one finger inside of her as he nibbled and sucked her clit. She moaned, arching into him, and fisting his hair. He grinned and began to twirl his tongue around the swollen throbbing nub, sliding another finger deep within her. His mouth and hand moved with one another, the suckling, nibbling, and pumping all in accord.

Her cries were becoming louder and she was moving against his hand, trying to make him go even deeper within her. He could feel the muscles begin to tighten and convulse around his hand and he pumped faster and harder. His mouth greedily sucked and lapped at her clit sending her over the edge. She cried out, calling his name while her fingers dug painfully into his scalp. He thought for a moment she would rip his hair out, but it wasn't enough to make him stop. In fact, it had the opposite effect on him. He wanted to make her pull harder, scream louder, convulse, shudder and tremble until she had never left to give him.

With his other hand he felt his way up to her breasts and found her nipple, pulling and pinching it hard and he bit down on her clit while pumping inside of her roughly. She came again, this time screaming his name as she convulsed around his fingers. He could actually feel the muscles clinging to his fingers and he felt the muscles rippling in her body as she rode the orgasm he had just brought her too. Tears streamed down her face from the sheer pleasure and intensity of it.

As it slowly passed through her, she fell back against the mattress, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. She watched him as he snaked up her body, licking the remaining wetness from his lips and chin. His face soon hovered over hers and he thought she never looked lovelier with her cheeks flushed and her eyes glistening from the tears of pleasure and the desire he found in them. Her lips were parted and she gasped for breath, wetting her lips with her tongue.

He couldn't help himself, oblivious to the fact that she would taste herself on him, he kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth stealing the very breath from her. His cock throbbed painfully begging to be released and buried inside of her. He pressed himself against her, moaning into her mouth. They continued kissing, stealing each other's air as her hands slid down his body to loosen his pants. She unbuttoned them and pushed him up, still kissing him.

"Take them off Sherlock." She demanded.

He smiled and stood quickly. He pulled his shirt over his head before sliding his pants off and kicking them to the side. He was slower at pulling his underwear passed his hips, trying to take care with his aching cock.

Molly stared at his cock as it bounced in front of her. She had never really enjoyed going down on a man, but Sherlock's cock was simply beautiful. It was long, thick, and pink. The head was large and she could see it already oozing. She licked her lips desperately wanting to taste, but it would seem Sherlock had other plans. Before she could even reach out and grasp it, he pushed her backward onto the mattress, climbed over her, and positioned himself at her entrance.

"I'm sorry Molly, but I can't wait any longer. I have to be inside of you now." He said huskily. Slowly, he pressed the tip of his length inside of her. He moaned as he was enveloped by her tight heat. He pressed further inside of her slowly, inch by inch, memorizing how this felt…the first time he made love to Molly Hooper.

Once he was inside he stilled a moment enjoying the tightness he felt around him. "God Molly, you feel so good…"

He began to move, gently. And though he was gentle, he was still so deep inside of her she was certain she felt him all the way inside of her stomach. She hooked her ankles around his waist keeping a tight hold around him. He continued to move tenderly inside of her locking his fingers with hers. He kissed her again, his tongue lazily dancing around hers as he moved within her. She moved with him, her body matching his thrust for thrust. It was a beautiful and intimate dance.

She could feel the coiling begin in her stomach. Soon she was trembling underneath him as he continued to move within her with her tight heat that clung to his cock. She cried out but the sound of his name was muffled. He deepened the kiss, coiling his tongue around hers. She clutched at his shoulders, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

As the wave of the orgasm passed, he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. Before she even realized what was happening, he had entered her slick center again, plunging deep inside of her. He grasped her hips, pulling her back close against him, while leaning his own body over hers to push her more forward. The penetration was too much, it was almost painful, but she wanted him even deeper inside of her. She clawed at the sheets trying to help him steady her as his movements became faster and harder. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and mouth open with a smile absolute ecstasy on her face.

The orgasm that hit her next was hard and fast. The coiling began in her belly, but moved quickly to throughout her body; her vaginal muscles constricted around him as her clit became even more engorged with blood and throbbed. She came with a scream when he reached down between her legs as he pounded into her to squeeze her clit. Her body trembled and convulsed around him.

"Ohhhh God…Sher…" She couldn't even complete his name when another orgasm ripped through her body. Her arms trembled trying to hold herself up underneath his thrusting, his body weight, and her convulsing body. When she felt as if her arms would fail her, he moved too quickly for her and she found herself back on her back with her legs over his shoulders.

The penetration was even deeper and she came again. The pressure was almost too much for her and it hurt… but it hurt so very good.

Sherlock however had reached his limit. He could take more of her scorching soft heat and not give into to his own body's demand for release. He thrust inside of her once more, so deep it triggered another wave of bliss within her. She cried out arching into him, while he groaned deep in the back of his throat. Later she would swear he had growled as her tight heat milked his cock of every drop of cum. He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him against her. He didn't bother to pull out of her, his softening cock still bedded within her.

As both lay with one another and struggle to catch their breath, Sherlock pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "I love you Molly. I have always loved you. I was a coward and a fool, but I have always loved you."

He felt her arms loosen from his neck. He opened his eyes and looked down to see her tear filled eyes and smiling face as she cupped his face.

"And I love you." She whispered. "It has always been you…always." She pulled his face down and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. He moaned softly, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue over her lips before sliding his tongue into her hot waiting mouth. Minutes came and then an hour passed as they lay with each other, entwined with one another kissing and caressing. Sherlock had hardened again within her, but instead of moving, he stay still within her, just enjoying having her around him and relishing in the closeness of being joined together in such an intimate way.

Soon enough the pleasure of being engulfed by her made him have to move and he began slowly, taking his time, trying to experience every nuance of her body. He studied her face, her every expression, every sigh, every touch, drinking in as much as he could of her. She moved underneath him, her body in sync with his. She met him thrust for thrust as tenderly and as slowly as he was moving. It did not take very long and they both came with a soft cry before collapsing into one another. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him and holding her tightly in his arms. Neither one of them spoke. They just lay with one another listening to the other breath softly. And as sleep overtook them, they both quietly understood that this was the first day of their lives together. They would forever be entwined, two hearts as one for always, and nothing would ever be able to tear them apart, not ever.

Well I hope that you all enjoyed the last chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a little said that is it over, but all things have to come to an end.

Now that we are officially at the end:

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