Oh My God one day to go until Sherlock returns. I wonder what we'll be wanting to write after seeing it. I can't wait but I'm not looking forward to the new hiatus afterwards. Ah well, at least we know they'll be filming again soon and a whole three episodes...yay.

So here we are with the final chapter and apologies again for the three chapter epilogue :), though from the reviews you all seem to have enjoyed it. I'll be taking a short break in order to put up some Sherlock Holmes, Vampire chapters but then I'll be back with a brand new case fic. Thank you for all your support this year xxx

A very Sherlolly New Year

By the time they got back to Molly's mum's house it was almost one o'clock and everyone was in varying stages of being drunk. Least drunk of the group (apart from young Josh) was Sherlock who was finding an increasingly giggly and horny Molly quite amusing. She'd tried to keep their engagement a secret but her whispers were not quite as quiet as she had thought and their announcement had set off another round of drinks in the bar with lots of back slapping for Sherlock and hugs and kisses for Molly.

Her mum even seemed to have come round to the idea that Sherlock might actually be well intentioned towards her daughter and had given him a warm hug which he had tolerated quite well.

Molly's hugs on the other hand were veering into X rated territory with her hand on his ass or sliding into his trouser pocket to stroke the erection that he was doing his best to conceal from her family. Thankfully they were all too inebriated or caught up in their own affairs to pay much attention to Molly and her new fiancé but Sherlock still breathed a sigh of relief when they got home and all said their good nights.

As he shut their bedroom door he smirked at Molly who was starting to yawn, 'oh no Doctor Hooper you don't get to be all handsy in the pub and then fall asleep when you get home. You've had me hard for the last hour and I intend to get my payment.'

Molly smiled back at him and bit her lip seductively as she got back up from the bed and made her way over to where he stood by the door, 'don't worry, I had no intention of leaving you frustrated. I have to admit this seems a little weird though, I've never had a boy in my childhood bedroom before.' She slid her hands down his chest popping his buttons as she went and looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Sherlock swore he had never seen her look more dangerous and sexy than she did at that moment and what little blood that was left in his body pulsed straight into his cock. He moaned as she pulled his shirt from his trousers and he tried to lean in for a kiss but she pulled away.

She shook her head as she dropped down to her knees in front of him, 'not yet, I want to taste you. I've been wanting to taste you since we arrived. It's been too long an evening.'

Her hands moved to the waistband of his trousers and unclipped the front, sliding the zip down slowly whilst he leant against the door for support still wearing his coat and jacket with his shirt hanging open, 'God, Molly...'

He didn't get a chance to say much more as she took his erection out and stroked him. She licked her lips and glanced back up at him, amused to see him watching her, seemingly entranced.

He couldn't help the way his hips bucked to meet her mouth as she teased him, stroking him and leaning towards him with an open mouth but never quite taking him in. He could feel her breath on the sensitive skin of his glans, the heat of her mouth ghosting around the head of his cock. It was pure torture and it made his arousal feel unbearable.

Against his better judgement he found himself begging, 'God, please Molly, I need you, I need more...please.'

His tolerance had rapidly improved over the last week but she was driving him mad here. He just wanted to sink his hands into her hair and his cock into her mouth, he was panting with the effort to restrain himself from just thrusting into her.

Bit by painful bit she slowly took him deeper into her mouth with each rock of his hips. She felt so good and when she finally closed her lips over him adding friction to his thrusts he knew he was done for.

As her hand came up to cup his balls he broke, letting out a deep groan as he pumped his seed into her throat feeling her swallow, her satisfied hum echoing up through his groin.

As she released him he slid down the door until he was sat in front of her letting his head fall back in relief. They weren't done though, not as far as he was concerned. She had just taken the edge off that was all.

He smiled and wrapped his hand around her wrist pulling her towards him finally getting from her the kiss he'd wanted all those minutes ago. He could taste himself in her mouth and it just made him want her more. She mewled and wrapped herself around him, her hands under his shirt, snaking around his back. She was the one who was horny now and two could play the teasing game.

He shrugged himself out of his jacket and coat and then stood up taking Molly up with him before turning them round so that she was the one leaning against the door. He let her watch whilst he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed it, toeing off his shoes and taking off his socks until all he was wearing were his re-zipped trousers which were now hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Then he bent back down to kiss her once more, knowing she was desperate for him to do more, to touch her and taste her...but he was in no rush, no rush at all. He kissed her until his lips felt raw. His tongue deep in her mouth and his hands gripping her waist holding her firm. She moaned and tugged at his back, his hips, his ass, urging him to do more but he took his time.

Eventually, he moved them both around and then undressed her bit by bit as he moved them backwards towards her bed. He let his hands slide over her skin never pausing or giving her any relief and it wasn't long before she was begging him the same way he had begged her.

He lay over her and kissed down her slim, white neck as he quietly asked her what she wanted, sensing her embarrassment at being asked to put it into words.

'You, I want you.'

'But how Molly, how do you want me? Do you want my hand?' He slid his palm over her skin from her collar bone down to her hip.

'Yes, God yes.'

'Or my tongue.' He licked from the base of her neck up to just under her ear, loving the way she was squirming under him.

'Mmmm yes...yes.'

He pulled back and looked down at her, smirking now, 'but which Molly...which would you prefer?' He loved how he could still see her blush even in the dim light.

'Your...God...your tongue. I want your mouth on me.'

'All in good time Molly, all in good time.' He kissed down her throat and her chest as he heard Molly cry out in desperation feeling her hands tangling into his hair tugging on his curls in a way that she knew drove him mad. He could feel himself getting harder once more as teasing Molly was starting to tease him all over again.

As he closed his mouth over her already puckered, hardened nipple he moved his hand to cup her sex feeling her lift her hips to meet his touch, grinding herself against his hand.

He couldn't resist letting two fingers slip inside her feeling how wet and tight she was for him. She was always so ready for him and it made him throb in anticipation. She let out a satisfied moan as she felt the intrusion; bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts. He was careful not to give her too much, holding back just enough when he felt her muscles starting to flutter; loving her moans and protests. A small part of him wondered if they weren't making too much noise in the silent house but he couldn't bring himself to care much. There was at least an airing cupboard and a bathroom between their room and the other bedrooms and he was sure that would be more than sufficient.

Her nails were scraping his scalp as he removed his hand taking a moment to pull back and look at Molly as he licked his fingers. Her eyes were mere slits and he saw her mouth fall open as she watched him. Still her body writhed under his as though she was unable to keep still. He slid off the edge of the bed so he could kneel at the base and he pulled Molly down with him until her centre was level with his face. Oh he was going to enjoy this.

He left open mouthed kisses along her inner thigh as he unbuttoned his trousers once more. And as he moved to kiss her cunt he took hold of his now aching cock stroking himself as he licked her clit, enjoying the taste of her; she was a perfect mix of sweet and tangy and he felt as though he could stay here in this exact moment forever.

Molly meanwhile had other ideas. As he entered her with his tongue he felt her body start to give way. Her hand was in his hair once more and she literally rode his face and his mouth as she finally succumbed to a blistering orgasm. He had to let go of himself part way through for fear that he was going to come with her and he didn't quite want to...not yet, he wanted to be inside her.

As he sat back on his heels and wiped a hand across his mouth he heard Molly chuckle, 'God Sherlock that was...' She lent up on her elbows looking down at him framed by her thighs, 'I wasn't too noisy was I? That was so...'

He laughed at her speechlessness and stood letting his trousers fall to the floor and watching her face as her eyes travelled down his body to where his erection jutted out. He loved the way her eyes widened at the sight of it, knowing they weren't done yet.

She pulled herself back up the bed and watched as he crawled up to meet her, 'mmm looks like you've recovered a bit from earlier Mr Holmes.'

'I think you'll find I'm fully recovered and more than ready for round two.' He bent to kiss her feeling her legs come up to wrap around his hips. But before he could move to enter her she pulled back, 'on your back, I want to be on top.'

He happily shifted position, enjoying her being bossy with him, taking what she wanted. They ended up with her leaning over him straddling his hips. It was his favourite position allowing him full access to her breasts and backside as she rode him. Neither of them needed any further foreplay as without any preamble Molly lifted herself before slowly impaling herself on his not inconsiderable length. They both took a moment to adjust to the sensation and then Molly placed a hand either side of his head as she started to rock above him.

Once again he let his mouth slide over her nipple. Holding one breast whilst he bit and nipped at the other hearing Molly's increasingly desperate moans as she built towards a second climax. He thrust his hips up to meet hers as her movements increased; sensing she was close. He felt her shift position her hands moving to grip the headboard as she drove herself onto him.

He let one hand slide teasingly over her ass pressing her into him further feeling her grind her clit against his pubic bone and he was soon rewarded with the delicious tightening of her muscles around his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him with each convulsion. His head pressed back into the bed as his hips thrust upwards almost lifting Molly from the bed as he came.

Afterwards they lay together in the dark holding onto each other and letting their breathing return to normal. Molly kissed his neck as his hands drew lazy patterns on her naked back.

They finally broke apart after one last kiss and Molly moved to lie at his side, under the covers, with his arm around her shoulder hugging her into his side.

He turned his head and kissed her forehead feeling more tired and sated than he could ever remember feeling before.

'Happy New Year Molly.'

'Happy New Year Sherlock' and he knew that for once in his previously lonely life it would be.

And a Happy New Year to anyone who reads my stories wherever you are in the world. May 2016 be a happy, prosperous and peaceful one. Now bring on the Special.