So, here we are at the final chapter. Thank you so much for being on this mad ride with me and I'm so glad you've all enjoyed it. Shall we pick up where we left off?

Chapter 16

As Sherlock caught his breath he gestured for her to move back on the bed and she did expecting him to cover her body with his own and join with her. Instead he lifted one leg and starting with her knee he slowly kissed his way up her inner thigh as she watched him wide eyed. She had never expected him to reciprocate, it wasn't why she'd given him the blow job in the first place but the thought of Sherlock giving her oral was suddenly one of the most erotic things she could imagine.

She swallowed heavily, feeling her inner muscles already fluttering and desperate as he started on her other leg. When he finally put his mouth on her she fell back on the bed and bit the back of her hand to stop herself from crying out but there was no mercy from him. She had no idea where he had learnt his skills but she was more than grateful to be the recipient of them and as he alternated between sucking on the clit and sliding his tongue inside her she came, shamelessly grinding herself against his face hearing as well as feeling his reciprocal groan.

He sat up on the bed breathing heavily and wiped one hand across his mouth as he gave her what she could only describe as a smug smile and she sat up reaching for him to give him a kiss which quickly had her desperate for more. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and her hand was already wrapped around his cock feeling how hard he was.

He pushed her backwards onto the bed, moving with her until she could feel him pressing against her, demanding entrance. They only stopped kissing for a moment to look in wonder into each other's eyes as he slowly pushed into her. She saw his eyes dilate even further and his eyelids flutter shut for a brief second as he reached her limits but then they were kissing again and Molly knew she was losing all track of space and time. The only thing in her world at the moment was Sherlock. She could feel him, smell him, taste him and he was consuming her, filling her, teasing her and it felt amazing but she wanted more.

He seemed to sense it and he pulled out gesturing for her to roll over. She did raising her bum and her hips just enough for him to re-enter her from behind and his hand snaked forward to rub against her clit as she turned her head so they could carry on kissing and it felt perfect. Straight away she felt her second climax starting and she knew he was close from the way his movements started to falter. His head dropped to her shoulder and she heard him swear loudly as he came and it all just helped to prolong her own pleasure as his hand twisted with hers on the bed, her new ring digging into his palm...the only thing she was still wearing.

He stayed inside her for a good minute as they both got their breath back, kissing and just enjoying the connection, not wanting to let it go and as soon as he withdrew Molly wanted to be joined with him again. She said as much but he just chuckled and begged her to give him at least some recovery time. This time he waited until she was back in his arms before falling asleep and Molly just hoped he'd still be there in the morning.

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Sherlock had often had points in his life where everything changed for him in an instant; the moment at which he realised he had been outplayed by Moriarty; the time he met John Watson; the second he put the bullet into Magnussen's brain; the hideous point at which he remembered what Eurus had done to Victor and now the day he had realised he was in love with Molly Hooper. Of all those instances this last was the most welcome and the most life changing. He wasn't afraid though. He had always expected love to be unwelcome, to be a distraction and a negative thing but he could honestly say he had never felt more alive than when Molly had said yes to his proposal. It turned over everything he had ever thought about love and he felt as though he had been such a fool for believing what he had for so long.

He lay in the dark listening to Molly breathing, feeling her head against his shoulder, her hand on his chest, covering his heart and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. For the first time in years he felt a genuine, simple happiness wash over him.

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The next day as he started to awake his feelings in comparison to the previous morning were streets apart, polar opposites. That time he had snuck out of the bed and the room, vowing never to sleep with Molly again. This time...this time he stretched relishing the feel of Molly's body against his own, his erection already in full force and rubbing against her deliciously.

In the night they had moved and he was now wrapped around his pathologist with his chest against her back and his cock against her bum and he let his hand slide up from her stomach to circle her breast, feeling the weight of it against his palm and as he did he felt her press herself back against him, humming with desire as she started to wake.

He kissed her neck and mumbled, 'morning sleepyhead' against her skin.

She stretched and then turned in his arms before wrapping one of her arms around his neck pulling him to her for a long, slow kiss. Their tongues met and slid against each other and all Sherlock wanted was to sink into her and feel her tight wet heat around his cock once more. She must have felt the same because she hooked her leg over his hip and as he moved onto his back, taking her with him, she ended up sat astride him and it was a matter of seconds before she was sliding herself down onto his length.

Her hair hung down around her face as she kissed him and it felt as though they were inside their own private world. His hands moved back to her breasts as she started to ride him and he couldn't resist moving his lips first to her throat where he left his mark on her delicate, white skin and then to her nipple, rolling his tongue over it before biting down gently, increasing the pressure until he felt Molly's hand holding his head and her groan of desire as he danced the line between pain and pleasure. He could tell from her movements that she was close and he knew exactly what would drive her over the edge as his finger slid between the cheek of her ass and played with her bum.

Her orgasm seemed to rip through her in an instant and he felt her tighten around him in waves which made his eyes roll back in his head as he chased his own climax. He was thrusting up and into her so hard now he knew he must be lifting her from the bed and when she cried out his name with such utter abandon he came, feeling his seed pulsing into her which had him wishing for the first time in his life that he could make someone pregnant. It was another revelation but one he needed more time to absorb before he discussed it with Molly.

When she collapsed on top of him he wrapped his arms around her small body and he hugged her to him not wanting to ever let her go and he wondered just how fast he could get her to move into Baker St.

Two hours later and Sherlock had put up with about as many congratulations and questions about weddings as he ever wanted to. His parents were over the moon and completely surprised. Catherine, given she had let him have the ring, was just as happy though less surprised. Sherlock recalled his conversation with her the night before and the moment he'd realised that he had been played. It all fell into place and she freely admitted that she had purposefully put them in the same room together, made sure they were drunk the first night and tracked down Molly's first love so that jealousy would play its part.

Mycroft was very polite to Molly and very smug and self-satisfied with his brother. 'I'd love to say what a surprise it is Sherlock but I seem to remember warning you this might happen when you first muted the idea in Baker St.'

'Strange I don't quite remember your warning being that detailed...in fact I seem to remember you were being very opaque about it all.'

'Anyway congratulations brother; if you had to marry somebody Miss Hooper is the best suited to you and it could have been so much worse...I was rather worried at one point I'd be welcoming Ms Adler as my sister in law and that would have been intolerable.'

Sherlock just grimaced and walked away, prising Molly away from his mother so they could leave.

Whilst she refused to move in with him straight away he did at least persuade her to spend their first night back in London in his flat and Molly had to admit that his bed was by far the larger and much more comfy than her own and he had to admit that the sight of Molly naked in his bed was one that would have pride of place in his mind palace from now on.

The only thing he hadn't factored in was John arriving first thing on Monday morning to go through their e-mails and find a case. As was his wont he brought Sherlock a cup of coffee to try to rouse him only to drop the cup at the sight of Sherlock wrapped up asleep with a naked pathologist.

'Fucking hell Sherlock...a note or something to warn me...' was what the two of them woke up to after the shattering of the mug but John was at least backing out of the door covering his eyes as he said it.

Thankfully for Molly her modesty was quite intact and Sherlock found himself strangely relieved about that as well, he found he didn't want John seeing her naked. She was his and he felt a possessiveness over her body that was quite unlike anything he'd experienced before. He wondered if she felt as proprietorial over him and made a mental note to ask her later...he kind of hoped she did.

Wrapped up in a dressing gown he left Molly to either sleep some more or get up as he went to join John in the front room.

John was leaning on the mantelpiece and when he cast his glance towards Sherlock it was a furious one.

'What the hell is going on Sherlock? I know this whole thing is a charade so would you care to explain why your good friend, Molly Hooper, is in your bed because so help me God if you have used her for sex I will kill you.'

Sherlock yawned and waved his hands. 'Let's not get melodramatic John; I seriously doubt you could kill me, especially without the element of surprise.'

John stood upright, his hands fisted at his side. 'This is so not the time for jokes. I want to know what is happening right now.'

Sherlock couldn't help pausing and making him wait just that little bit longer. He was struggling to not just laugh in the face of all this outraged righteousness from John. It was good to see how protective he was over Molly though, just so long as that protectiveness never spilled over into actual feelings. Sherlock was more than aware that John had fancied Molly in the early days and had only held off from asking her out because he knew how she felt about himself.

'Calm down...let's just say that whilst we were away I came to a realisation about Molly and myself and we're now together. In fact we're engaged.'

He'd never actually seen John spluttering before but he actually did...he actually spluttered.

'Engaged? To be married?'

'Yup, any chance of more coffee? I find all this sex rather wears me out.' He walked past John and flopped dramatically into his chair chuckling now at John's mouth goldfishing open and shut.

'That's too much information.' But it didn't stop him walking over to the coffee machine and filling a new mug.

'So this is it then; the great Sherlock Holmes finally being domesticated?'

'Well...'

'But seriously Sherlock, I'm pleased for you, for both of you. I know Mary always said you'd end up together but I never quite believed it. Never thought you'd man up and realise your feelings.'

'Thanks...I think.' Sherlock frowned at the half compliment half insult but he still found himself a little shocked at his own turnaround. Who would have thought that one short weekend away could have improved his life so much? But it had.

'Now, find me a case before I get bored.'

Well, marriage and love aren't going to change him that much are they…he still needs John and his cases. I hope the ending had everything that you wanted. I'll be starting the new fic shortly but be warned it's smutty. Do you like smutty? I hope so.