Well here we are again at the end of another fic. Thank you all so much for taking this ride with me. I'm so, so glad you all enjoyed it and I only hope that I don't let you down with the ending.

It's been a lot of fun hearing all your tales and adventures of camping and if any of you have any ideas for future fics just let me know.

Chapter 11

Sherlock texted John a couple of times from the train and was pleased when he received the reply that given the level of the crime of course he would be available to help. He responded with details of his and Greg's arrival time and requested that John go to Baker St to retrieve some more appropriate clothing for him as he was still in the shorts and t shirt that he'd worn to the beach.

He ignored John surprise text back querying where he was and why he needed clothes. It wasn't relevant...the case was what was important.

He and Greg received regular reports from Lestrade's team as they travelled back and Sherlock made several requests for information along with demands that the CCTV footage be ready and waiting for them when they returned.

The journey was irritatingly long but they finally made it to Waterloo station and the car that was waiting for them as requested. John was already atat Scotland Yard and duly handed over Sherlock's shirt, suit and shoes whilst frowning at his friends current ensemble.

'So tell me again why you are in shorts and t shirt.'

'I didn't tell you the first time so how can I tell you again?'

'Just tell me Sherlock.'

'I was on holiday.'

John's head reared back a little at this. 'You...on holiday...with Greg?'

Now it was Sherlock's turn to frown. 'No, of course not with Greg...with Molly.'

By now he'd finished changing and the two of them were making their way into the main office where Greg was leaning over the shoulder of one of his seated team looking at something on their computer.

'You were with Molly...Molly Hooper...the pathologist.'

'Is this relevant to the case John because I really don't think it is. What have you got for us Gavin?'

Lestrade took a deep breath at the incorrect name but then smiled sweetly as though something had occurred to him. 'CCTV pictures from two of the coffee shops which seem to have been targeted, we're trying to see if we can match up any of the customers.'

Sherlock touched the shoulder of the seated officer. 'Move, let me see.'

The young policeman looked at Lestrade who rolled his eyes before nodding. The young man slid out of the seat and Sherlock sat down. 'It's not clothing you want to look for, it's characteristics. The killer will give himself or herself away somehow.'

He fell silent as he scrolled through two feeds of footage with John and Greg watching behind him. As they waited Greg leant towards John and in a low voice added, 'talking of clothing. I was quite surprised by how little Sherlock and Molly had on when I came across them.'

John's head spun round so fast Greg wondered for a moment if he wouldn't get whiplash. His forehead was creased with lines as he looked between Greg and Sherlock, the latter of whom seemed to have either not heard or was ignoring them.

'And where was this again?'

'They were on a beach just near where my parents live in Christchurch...just down the coast from Bournemouth.'

'Yeah, you should have...'

Sherlock cleared his throat. 'You know we do have a case here ladies. Maybe we could focus on that.'

John patted the air with his hand. 'Yes that's what you're here for. This is far more interesting.' He turned back to Greg. 'So what was going on?'

But this time Greg shifted uncomfortably. 'Well, it's not really for me to say...'

'Oh for Gods sake, we were kissing alright. Molly and I were kissing and to be honest we'd be having sex right about now if we hadn't bumped into Gavin and I hadn't been dragged back to London. Now can we please concentrate. This person here...can we zoom in...'

Lestrade wanted to laugh at the expression on John's face. He wasn't sure he had ever seen anyone look more surprised than he did at that moment. But...he had a job to do and Sherlock was right they needed to concentrate. He called over one of his team to help.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly made her way back to her tent alone. It was funny, she'd been more than happy to camp by herself when she'd arrived a couple of days ago but now she just felt restless and a bit lonely.

She spent the evening reading her book and sipping on her wine but all she could think about were the last couple of days with Sherlock. The trouble was the more she thought the more uncertain she became. It was starting to take on the feeling of a dream and it was only the fact that he had left some of his belongings in the tent that proved to her he had actually been there.

She wondered if anything would be different when she returned to London. Maybe it had all just been a kind of holiday madness and he'd revert to his normal distant and emotionless self when she got back. She wondered if she'd be able to live with knowing what sex with him was like if she couldn't do it again and she wasn't sure she could bear it.

It didn't help that the tent was cold without him and she struggled to stay warm enough to sleep. She kept waking up shivering and with a memory of being able to snuggle up close to him and draw heat from his body on the nights previously.

When she got up the next day she knew she needed to go home. The whole thing had lost its appeal and she just needed to see Sherlock and find out how the land lay.

By ten she was packed up and on her way back; though she did stop off for a couple of hours in Winchester to visit the cathedral and the old Great Hall. There was no point her getting back too early as she figured Sherlock would still be busy with the case. She'd heard a bit of the news in the car and it sounded as though there had been no breakthrough in the case.

Four hours later she had dropped off the hire car and was arriving home. It felt a little strange being back but Toby was more than pleased to see her and she spent some time sorting out her washing before luxuriating in a steaming hot bubble bath. As she got out she noticed a text in her phone.

Case is more or less solved I should be back in Baker St in an hour. I assume you're back so meet me there. SH

She frowned at his abrupt wording and that then gave way to a worry that rather than this being a romantic meet up it was more likely to be a break up meeting. Now she was back home their brief liaison seemed even more unlikely. Could she really see them together, as a couple, here in London?

She sat on the side of her bed, hardly noticing Toby mewing and pressing himself up against her leg looking for attention. She felt ill at the thought of him giving her the brush off and angry that he might have used her. She had no other choice though but to get herself dressed and head over. The situation wouldn't resolve itself.

When she arrived at Baker St though it was to an empty flat. Mrs Hudson had greeted her warmly, expressing surprise at her arrival but having no concerns about showing her up to Sherlock's flat even though he wasn't home yet.

'I hear you went on holiday. Did he find you in the end? He was in ever such a tizz looking for a tent.'

Molly confirmed he had indeed found her but that his tent hadn't worked out so well and Mrs Hudson had a good giggle over the image of him struggling ineffectually to put it up.

'Well I'd better get on Molly dear, I'm off out tonight with my gentleman friend. Tell Sherlock not to wait up for me, I might get lucky.' She winked at a slightly shocked Molly and then left her alone with just her thoughts and anxiety for company.

She sat on the settee for a moment looking around at his home, feeling his presence in every book and artefact she saw. It was all so very Sherlock. Eventually she made her way into the kitchen and was just in the process of making herself a cup of tea when she heard the door open downstairs and knew 'he' was here. She could hear a quick exchange between Sherlock and Mrs Hudson then the front door opened and closed again signifying Mrs Hudson's departure for her date. A moment later and she could hear his footsteps on the stairs and her stomach swooped at the thought of seeing him again.

He swept into the flat swinging off his coat and smiling as he saw her. 'Ah Molly, good you got my text.' He looked slightly incongruous with the stubble from the holiday combined with his normal suited and booted image. Molly had to admit though that she had rarely seen him looking more sexy and it gave her a pang of anxiety when she thought about the possibility of him breaking her heart.

It was as he removed his jacket that she noticed a dark stain across the front of his shirt and for a split second she thought he might have been injured. He must have seen her expression because he shook his head and started to undo his cuffs.

'We caught the perpetrator in CoffeeCentral just off Oxford Street. Once I'd taken a look at all the case details there was an obvious pattern and it was only a matter of time before she showed up. John and I were inside the cafe with Lestrade's team outside. I confronted her and had a latte thrown at me for my troubles. Thankfully it was reasonably cold, just a cup off a nearby table but this shirt is ruined.'

He'd started unbuttoning the shirt and Molly found her mouth running dry at the sight of his skin slowly being revealed to her.

'So...' She swallowed hard, forcing herself to go on. 'Why did you want me to meet you?'

He frowned first and then smiled albeit in a slightly confused way. 'Well, I would have thought that were obvious Molly.' He started to walk towards her, his shirt now untucked and hanging open making Molly want to run her hands over his chest.

'You...erm...still want to do this then...us?'

He bit his lip and slowly nodded his head. 'Yes, I still want to do this. Did I give you any reason to think I wouldn't?'

'No but I umm...'

He gave a small intake of breath as he narrowed his eyes. 'But you thought that being back in London might make me change my mind. You thought I might have invited you here to what...dump you? Far from it Molly Hooper. I invited you here in the hope that I'd be able to have sex with you or would you prefer the term make love or that I fuck you.'

He was so close now and Molly looked up at him and this time she knew she could touch him. She let her hands rest on the bare skin of his chest feeling his heart beat steady and strong under the palm of her right hand. She smiled up at him cheekily. 'How about all three?'

Then she leant forward and kissed the slight scar that denoted his gunshot wound from the previous year and thanked the gods once again that they had let him live.

Slowly she let her hands slide down his front, kissing her way across his chest as she did. He felt so warm and smelt of coffee, unsurprisingly, and cigarettes. She bit down lightly on his nipple and loved the low groan that he let out, then he brought his hands to her head and pulled her away so he could bend his head and kiss her.

Molly was glad that she was pinned between Sherlock and the kitchen cupboards because if she hadn't been she swore she would have been in danger of her knees buckling. Her mouth opened to his automatically and he literally took her breath away; his kiss making her dizzy with need and desire for him. Her hands couldn't get enough of his body and she pushed his shirt off his shoulders until he let her go long enough for it to flutter soundlessly to the floor.

Then his hands were back on her and this time they were busy pulling at the fastenings of her trousers until his hand could slide inside her pants. The feeling of his fingers entering her made her gasp and break off from the kiss and she stared at the ceiling momentarily until her eyes closed as she gave into the sensation of his hand moving in and out of her. His mouth had moved to her neck and she could feel him sucking and biting on the skin and knew she would be marked but she didn't care. She wanted to be branded by him. For everyone to know that she was his and he hers.

'God...oh god..don't stop...oh...' She started to come and wasn't sure she'd ever stop; her inner muscles convulsing around his fingers but even as it ended she wanted more. He kissed her as he withdrew his hand but when he moved back and away from her, indicating they should go to the bedroom she just sank to her knees in front of him with her hands moving to his trousers.

He staggered back a little as she started to undo the fastenings and ended up leaning against the kitchen table as she finally managed to extract his erection. She hummed in delight and smiled as she took him in hand, looking up at him to see him staring down at her with his eyes half shut and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

She let her tongue swirl around his glans tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out of him as he'd felt her come against his hand. Her hand tensed around him enjoying the way it made him pulse in return and when she finally took him into her mouth she heard him groan and saw the way his hands clenched around the edge of the table for support; his knuckles quickly turning white.

Gradually she took him deeper and deeper until her hand was wrapped around his base and the rest of him was buried inside her mouth and throat and she knew if she kept it up for much longer he wouldn't be able to last. As she released him she let her teeth graze along the length of him and felt him shudder as he desperately tried to hold onto his control.

She stood and held onto his waist as they kissed, their tongues mingling and dancing with each other; his hips rocking lightly against her.

This time when he moved towards the bedroom she followed; their hands entwined together.

'Jesus, Molly you have no idea how much I want you right now.' Was all he muttered as he kissed down her neck after pulling her top off. His hands went around her back and he made short work of the clasp of her bra before pulling it down her arms and off. Then he finished undoing her trousers, watching as she removed them along with her pants until she was stood naked before him.

His own clothes followed shortly after and then he pushed her down onto the bed before covering her body with his own.

She thought he might have wanted to have sex with her straight away but instead he moved his head to her breasts, using his knee and his thigh between her legs to start to add pressure to her already sensitive core. By the time he had finished kissing and biting each of her nipples in turn she was panting and saying his name over and over; begging him to give her some kind of release.

This time as he brought his face back up to hers she could feel him resting between her thighs and the tip of his cock starting to press against her. She automatically brought her legs up to cradle him and as they kissed he entered her bit by frustrating bit until she was gasping and too distracted to kiss him anymore. Her hands were pressing on his backside, pulling him into her and urging him to go faster and deeper and he didn't disappoint.

This time when she came he came with her and the feeling of his seed pulsing into her and his hands gripping her shoulders as he pulled her onto him made her cry out as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

Eventually he withdrew and she felt empty and hollow without him inside her; vaguely wondering how long they'd need to wait until they could have sex again. She'd never felt like this with anyone else but him, he made her feel like a horny teenager.

They lay together in the growing darkness and Sherlock lay his head on her breast whilst she absent-mindedly played with his hair. Sherlock hummed in satisfaction as her hands threaded through his hair over and over.

'Mmm maybe you can camp out here in my bedroom.'

Molly smiled into the darkness. 'How long for?'

He kissed the side of her breast and she felt his head tilt up so he was facing her.

'Forever!'

There you go, was the final chapter good enough? If anyone is wondering about the Winchester Great Hall reference some of the filming for Ben's Richard III took place there and I managed to see him for a couple of seconds during one of his breaks...only from a distance but still! It seemed fitting to make reference to it given Molly would be driving right past to get back to London.

Anyway give me your final thoughts, I love hearing from all of you, and I'll be back soon with the fic I was originally going to go with when I got side tracked by this one. I'll start it very, very soon.