A/N: And here it is, the big finale. As a reminder, this is my first smut fic. I tried to keep clichés out of the bedroom, but I think a few slipped in. I'm so happy that I was able to see this story all the way through to the end. A big thank you to all my readers.
Molly opened her eyes and blanched.
Sherlock was standing by the bed. She felt her pale cheeks suddenly flame with her mortification and she desperately tried to cover herself but Sherlock grabbed the sheet before she could, holding it out of her reach. His pupils were blown black and what she could see of his irises was blazing red. He was gazing at her with a hunger she had never seen from anyone before. Her eyes strayed down until she saw the prominent bulge in his trousers.
"How … how long have you been standing there?" she asked quietly, her eyes going back to his.
"From the moment you said my name," he growled, his voice thick with emotion. "You must have had your hand on the mark."
"Well, I'm obviously not in distress so you can go now and let me die of embarrassment in peace," she muttered and turned her face away.
She felt the mattress dip as he sat down close to her. When he spoke, it was with a deeper voice than she had ever heard from him. "Molly Hooper, I have lived for thousands of years and in all that time, never have I been more aroused than I am at this moment." She looked up at him, surprised, as he asked softly, "May I touch you?"
He doesn't love you, a traitorous little voice whispered in her head. He just wants to get laid. It was enough to make her hesitate.
Sherlock must have seen the doubt in her eyes. He smiled gently. "It's alright. Come to me when you're ready, I'll be waiting." He leaned to kiss her hair then got up and left the room.
That started an all-out war in her head between her desire and her need to protect herself.
You idiot! The hottest bloke you have ever met, or are ever likely to meet, wants you, has wanted you since you met, and you let him walk away?
No, you're doing the right thing. You don't know what his intentions are.
Who cares what his intentions are? As long as we're talking multiple orgasms, the rest doesn't matter.
"Shut up, both of you!" She got up, pulled on her bathrobe, then went to the door and opened it, nearly tripping over the incubus sitting in the hallway.
Sherlock chuckled as he stood up and came into the room. "I knew it wouldn't take you long to come to your senses," he murmured, his eyes dancing.
Molly laughed weakly. "I don't know about that – I just had to break up an argument in my head between my desire for you and my need to avoid heartache."
Sherlock's head tilted slightly as he regarded her. "You think I'm going to break your heart?"
She sighed quietly. "One way or another, yes."
He took both of her hands in his, saying softly, "I swore I would never hurt you, that means in every way. You are more precious to me than anything in this world."
"Because of the contract," she said quietly, her eyes on his chest.
He lifted his hands to either side of her head, gently tilting it up until her eyes met his. "No, because you're you, Molly. What must I do to convince you my intentions are honorable?" The warmth from his hands was nothing compared to the warmth in his eyes.
"You could start with telling me what your intentions actually are."
He smiled at her softly. "Well, first, I intend to take you to bed and make love to you for the rest of the night."
Good answer, but what about tomorrow? And the next day? "Will you still be there in the morning?"
"Not even Hell itself can take me from your side," he murmured.
Sherlock lowered his head and kissed Molly so deeply that her knees weakened. She clung to his shoulders and kissed him back with all the passion that was building inside her. He lowered his hands to the tie of her bathrobe and untied it. Molly let go of his shoulders long enough to slip the robe off. The way he gazed at her was enough to make her melt.
"You are exquisite," he whispered.
"Thank you," she murmured, blushing. "I want to see you, Sherlock." She smiled a bit. "Again."
He chuckled softly. She started to unbutton his shirt and found her hands were trembling. Sherlock helped her then slipped the shirt off. Molly gazed at his sculpted chest then kissed his left pectoral, just above his heart. She felt him shiver then he wrapped his arms around her. Emboldened, she lightly nibbled where his neck met his shoulder and heard him hiss.
"Molly…" he growled softly.
Her hands moved to his waist, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers then slowly easing the fly down over his straining cock. She pushed his trousers down his thighs then Sherlock sighed as she slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped it around his manhood.
"That first night, when I saw you," Molly murmured, "I knew you were big but I never imagined…" She trailed off, blushing. He's an incubus, made to seduce women. I should have expected he'd be well-endowed.
Sherlock chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Her thumb slowly rubbed the tip and Sherlock groaned her name, his eyes closed. Molly seized the opportunity to softly kiss his lips and she reveled in his enthusiastic response. She eagerly helped him out of his shoes, trousers, and silk boxers then giggled in delight when Sherlock suddenly picked her up and spun her around, laughing along with her.
She nuzzled his neck as he carried her to the bed then gazed at him as he laid her on it. Sherlock sat on the bed then leaned to kiss her softly. Molly kissed him back, one hand coming up to run through his soft black curls. She pulled back enough to gaze into his eyes.
"Are your irises always red when you're aroused?" she asked softly.
He smiled a bit. "Whenever I'm feeling particularly devilish. Right now, for instance, I feel like I'm about to debauch the purest angel."
Molly laughed softly. "I'm not exactly innocent, Sherlock."
He murmured, smirking, "Compared to me, you are."
He kissed her again, sliding a hand between her legs, his other hand on her hip. Molly spread them wider, her hips jerking as his warm fingers expertly stroked her clit.
"Oh God," she panted.
"Not quite," he murmured against her lips.
She laughed breathlessly but was cut off when he kissed her. Molly clung to his shoulders as she felt one of his long fingers slide into her, then another. He started to thrust them slowly, murmuring, "You're so wet for me, Molly…"
"I've been aroused all evening," she murmured, moving her hips to meet his fingers. "Though, if I'm honest with myself, I've been aroused since we met."
"Once you got over your fear." He lowered his head to her left breast, his tongue laving her hardened nipple.
Molly gasped softly, her hands finding their way into his curls. "That's true."
He looked up at her, grinning wickedly. "I may have overdone the theatrics a bit that night, I wanted to see how you would react."
She laughed breathlessly. "Well, you certainly had my undivided attention." Molly moaned softly as he curled his fingers to stroke her center, his thumb stroking her clit. "Oh God, don't stop…"
"Never," he murmured.
Sherlock lowered his head to her other nipple. As soon as his soft, full lips wrapped around it, Molly felt herself shatter. Sherlock pulled his fingers out then stretched out beside her and held her close as she came down from her climax.
Molly buried her face in his shoulder, her breaths heavy against his neck. "Sherlock … that was-"
"Brilliant?" he suggested, smiling a bit. "Amazing? Perfect?"
"The best orgasm I've ever had," she murmured. She softly kissed his neck.
"Mmm…" Sherlock chuckled. "I believe the bar has been set."
Molly laughed weakly. "I think a stronger orgasm would do me in completely." She lifted her head to grin at him. "But I'm willing to find out."
"That's what I like to hear," he murmured, pleased. He kissed her softly as he gently rolled her onto her back again and positioned himself between her legs. Sherlock guided his cock to her dripping entrance then lowered his head to murmur in her ear, "I love you, Molly Hooper."
Molly was too surprised to respond before Sherlock slid into her slowly, then she was too overwhelmed by the feeling of him stretching her to say anything at all. He held her close but didn't start to move within her until she relaxed around him. Molly murmured as she met his thrusts, "God, Sherlock…"
Sherlock chuckled softly as he kissed her neck. "I'm feeling pretty reverential myself." He lifted his head to kiss her deeply and Molly kissed him back with all the love in her heart that she felt but couldn't bring herself to say. Sherlock gazed at her, murmuring, "This was more than worth the wait, Molly."
"Thank you," she murmured, "for everything. For waiting patiently." She smiled a bit. "Well, as patiently as you could. For always being there for me. For just being you."
"You are welcome, my darling," Sherlock murmured.
Molly could feel another orgasm building. God, I can't remember the last time I came this much… "Sherlock, I…" Sherlock lowered a hand between their bodies to stroke her clit and Molly moaned his name as she climaxed for the third time that night.
He groaned deeply and thrusted a few more times before he growled as he found his own release. Sherlock pulled out then laid down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. Molly held him close, feeling happier and more satisfied than she had ever felt in her life. After a moment, she laughed softly.
"That was a mean trick you pulled, Sherlock – changing Tom's photo to yours. I assume you did it your first night here, but I didn't notice for a week. Ever since the mugging, I avoided looking at that photo, but I couldn't bring myself to put it away. I thought it would be like burying him all over again. But after that dream about him, I thought it was finally time to let him go."
"And when you saw it was me instead?" he asked softly, his hands caressing her back.
"I was angry at first," she admitted. "I thought you were being cruel. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that you wanted me to keep you in mind all the time." She smiled at him softly. "I saw it as another flirtation."
He smirked. "And this one you didn't object to."
Molly laughed softly. "Of course not, you're the handsomest man I ever met. I didn't want to admit it but it was nice seeing your face while I was on the computer."
Sherlock chuckled. "Good." He gazed at her for a moment, one hand coming up to gently stroke her cheek. "I'm breaking the contract, Molly."
She stared at him. "Why?"
"We both got what we really wanted. You have your vengeance. I thought I wanted your soul, but I've realized that what I wanted was all of you."
"But without the contract, wouldn't that make you free to accept other bargains or seduce women under orders?"
"No." Sherlock took a deep breath. "I'm leaving Hell's service. I've found a better master." He smiled a bit. "Or I should say, mistress."
She grinned. "That's 'Molly' to you."
He kissed her grinning lips and Molly knew she'd found Heaven.
Sherlock woke to a bright light filling the room, a light that was greatly outshining the early-morning daylight just starting to filter in. He instinctively held Molly's sleeping form closer, muttering, "Bloody hell…" We just fell asleep and my brother decides to show up now?
"Language," his older brother admonished.
Muttering a few worse epithets, Sherlock reluctantly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Molly, and joined his brother on the other side of the room. "What the hell are you doing here, Mycroft?"
"Could you at least have the decency to face me in your true form instead of this façade you show humans?"
As far as I'm concerned, this is my true form, Sherlock thought, then he sighed quietly. "Fine." In the blink of an eye, he had huge, black-feathered wings, a curled horn like that of a ram on either side of his head, and a long, pointed tail. When he smiled at his estranged brother, his teeth were all fangs. "Satisfied?"
Mycroft nodded. "I've come to warn you, little brother," the angel said, his tone one of utmost disapproval. "You must stop this thing with Dr. Hooper before it goes any further."
"What business is it of yours? By willingly sleeping with a demon, she's a 'fallen woman' by your standards. Your side can't have any interest in her still."
"On the contrary, Dr. Hooper's soul is pure enough to withstand any contact with you. Her heart, on the other hand, is not nearly as strong. You cannot remain together. There is no place on Earth for you, and no place in Hell for her."
"I disagree," said a soft voice from the bed.
Sherlock immediately froze in fear. No! She can't see me like this! He tried to change back but something was preventing it. Sherlock suspected the "something" was the angel standing next to him. Mycroft's smirk confirmed it. Bastard... Both brothers looked up to see Molly sitting up in bed, having modestly covered herself with the sheet. Sherlock knew she couldn't see Mycroft, just the white light emanating from him. He hadn't realized that she would be able to hear him. Sherlock noted painfully that she wasn't looking at him at all.
"Sherlock does have a place on Earth," she continued. "His place is with me."
She feels that way even after seeing me like this? Sherlock wouldn't have thought it was possible, but he found himself falling even more in love with her.
"But what of after your death?" Mycroft asked. He tried to be stoic but Sherlock thought he could see cracks in his brother's wall. "You are destined for Heaven. He is most decidedly not."
Molly just smiled. "Give me time."
Mycroft's eyebrows raised and he turned back to Sherlock. "Brother dear, I've changed my mind – if you let this one go, you'll be worse than damned." He gave Molly a formal bow, even though she couldn't see it, then disappeared.
Don't I know it? Sherlock fell to his knees in relief, closing his eyes. After a moment, he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.
"Sherlock?" Molly asked softly. He opened his eyes to see her kneel in front of him, her eyes full of concern, and her body wrapped in the sheet. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder.
Sherlock stiffened when she touched him, murmuring, "Molly, how can you touch me or even look at me when I'm like this?"
She lifted her head to gaze at him. "You're still you, Sherlock, no matter what you look like." She raised a hand to stroke his cheek. "This is your real form, isn't it?"
His eyes closed at her touch and he raised a hand to cover hers. "As far as I'm concerned, my real form is the one you know."
"Biblically," Molly said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.
Sherlock laughed softly, the tension leaving him, then he realized he was no longer confined, and changed back. He opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, murmuring, "Molly, did you mean it when you said you could make me worthy of Heaven again?"
She gazed at him. "Yes," she said firmly. "Did you mean it when you said you love me?"
"The only thing in my life I am certain of is that I love you."
Her face lit up. "Then let's make it two things – you love me and I love you."
Sherlock lowered his head to kiss her softly then murmured in her ear, "Marry me?"
Molly whispered, shivering, "Hell itself couldn't stop me."
He chuckled softly as he reached for the sheet. She put her hands over his, stilling them.
"Sherlock, what about children?" she asked softly.
"One of the advantages of being an incubus is that I can only impregnate a woman if I want to. It's the best form of birth control."
"But … do you want to?"
Sherlock smiled as he realized what she was really asking. "Yes, someday."
"Even after what happened with Myrddin?"
He nodded. "I want to know what it's like to raise children with the woman I love." He grinned wickedly. "And I'm dying to know what mischief children who are half you and half me will unleash on the world."
Molly laughed softly. "If they have your eyes, I know I'll let them get away with anything."
Sherlock chuckled. "And if they have your eyes, I know I'll give them anything." He kissed her softly. "Molly, you've given me the one thing I have been searching for since the Fall."
"What's that?"
"A home."