A/N: So here's the final chapter, first the warning... this is where it gets mature, very mature. If that's not your thing my feelings won't be hurt if you stop now, however if it is... I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I as enjoyed writing it.

Also one last thank you to all you beautiful people who are reading, following, and reviewing this story. You have brought many smiles to my once dreary face! I am about half way finished with my new story and plan to start posting chapters soon. I also have some one-shots done and will go ahead an get those up soon as well.

And remember Sherlock and Molly aren't mine... but in my world they belong to each other.

Yet Another Hole in the Wall

Sherlock placed his hands on either side of Molly's face brushing his thumbs over her wet cheeks, wiping away some of her tears. This time he wasn't rushed or frantic, he kissed the corners of her mouth gently and sweetly then pulled back and smiled at her.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." She replied.

Then he kissed her temple and her cheek and her jaw and and then finally made his way back to her lips. The kiss was sweet and chased and Molly was starting to wonder if his 'naughty thoughts' were as naughty as her's. That's when the tone of the kiss changed altogether. Suddenly Molly was pushed up against the wall and he was possessively kissing her, nipping at her lips demanding entrance which she gladly granted. Once tongues were involved it was a fight for dominance that Molly quickly lost. When he realized he had won that battle he moved his kisses down her neck adding little bites and licks as he went.

Before she knew it Sherlock's hands were under her top and not so gently massaging her breasts. He moved his hands down to cup her bottom then whispered, "You know what I thought when I saw your perfect arse sticking up in the air last night? Hmmm? I thought about how lovely you'd look while I pinned you to your bed and slammed into you from behind, that's what I thought about, then I thought about it in the shower this morning. I couldn't even stop myself, that image came to me unbidden. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and your hot little bum since I saw it, what do you think about that Dr. Hooper?"

Molly couldn't have formed a coherent sentence if her life depended on it, and just then Sherlock flipped her around on the wall and resumed his assault on her neck. He then slowly started slipping his hand into the band of her shorts while he ground his erection into her bum.

"Tell me Molly, do you think about me when you touch yourself? When you are ridding your hand are you pretending it's my hand, my mouth... my cock?"

She was trying, she really was but he had moved his hand down and was gently brushing her mound. "Tell me Molly, what do you think about," he slipped a finger past her folds, "when you do this?" and started circling her clit.

She let out a strangled moan, then finally, "Oh Sherlock you, I think of you. Oh don't stop, please don't stop." She half hated herself for begging but she couldn't help it... of course Sherlock Holmes would be this good at foreplay, he's good at everything, and right now he was turning Molly Hooper into a wet, moaning mess.

"Mmmm, I have no intention of stopping Molly. You have awoken something in me I was certain was so deeply buried that no one could recapture my attention... but be forewarned Dr. Hooper, I don't do anything halfway. It's all come back to me now, and I intend to have you screaming my name before we are done."

"Oh God Sherlock!"

"That's a good start, but not quite there yet are we?"

Just then he slipped one finger into Molly wet entrance and she braced herself against the wall. Sherlock's other hand had found it's way underneath Molly's bra and was working her nipple.

"You are so wet Molly, do I always make you this wet?" He said while adding another finger and grinding his cock into her arse.

"Oh God Sherlock, please just fuck me?"

He chuckled in her ear, "No, no my sweet little pathologist, I'm not quite ready yet."

Molly, out of sheer desperation, pushed her bum harder into Sherlock's cock and wiggled. "You... seem... ready... enough... to...ahhhh, me" She said as he continued to work in and out of her while slowly torturing her clit with his thumb.

"Oh, no... you naughty girl... not until I've had my taste." He said as he turned her once again looked her straight in the eye and licked his fingers clean. "Mmmm, still not enough." He pulled off her shirt then quickly divested her of her bra then he kissed her again and was grinding his cock into her so hard that she thought it must have been just as tortuous for him as it was for her, but then he laughed again and she realized she was whimpering.

"You're a bastard." She said pulling his hair.

"You knew that when we started this Molly, but I promise to make it up to you." He said just before sucking her erect nipple into his mouth. He switched to the other nipple and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out.

Then he suddenly dropped to his knees and yanked down her cleaning day shorts to find her devoid of knickers, "Forget something this morning Miss Hooper?"

"Oh, just get on with it you great git!"

"Mmmm, gladly." He said as he held onto her hips and lick and kissed a trail from her waistline to her mound. Molly spread her legs even wider as he approached her wetness and slipped two fingers back into her once again.

"Oh fuck Sherlock!" He felt her walls start to close immediately and he pulled right back out, "You fucking tease." That's when he lowered his mouth onto her clit and assaulted it as if it had done him some kind of personal harm. He lavished it with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth over and over again as he thrust his fingers into her cunt, pulling out and releasing the bundle of nerves every time he felt her start to close around him. Just when she thought she might collapse from want of an organism he drove his fingers back in and twisted them in just a way that made Molly's world shutter and sent pulses of blinding pleasure coursing through her entire body. He didn't stop his work on her clitoris at any point and soon she was spiraling toward yet another orgasm faster than she ever had in her life.

"Oh... ffffuuuck Sherlock, Ohhhhhhhh!' She screamed as she reached for purchase but found only a plaster wall for her to cling to. It didn't matter because in her lust fueled frenzy she dug her nails into the wall creating eight deep gouges in their wake.

Sherlock pulled his head back and supported the trembling doctor as she crumpled to the floor next to him gently laying her down and stroking her face as she came down from her high. "Oh my God, that was... well... I'll find the words eventually." She looked down at Sherlock's fully clothed body and said "What's... going on here? Don't I ever get to see your bits?"

With that Sherlock jumped up and very quickly removed his clothes, if she didn't know better she'd have thought it was some kind of a magic trick... one second he had clothes on and the next he didn't (or maybe she had blacked out, who knows?) But suddenly he was on top of her pressing his impressive erection to her entrance and kissing her once again.

"Still on birth control Molly?" He said just before sucking and biting what she could only assume would be quite the obvious love bite onto her neck.

"Umm yes, but... are you?"

"Clean? Yes, been tested since the slapping incident and I've never shared needles. And no I'm not offended that you thought enough to ask, after all your mind is just one of the many things I love about you."

Molly had been writhing under Sherlock's ministrations until he used that word, then she just froze.

Sherlock leaned up and looked into her eyes,"Yes Molly, I said love. What else do you think this is? I haven't done this since university, and besides John you're my best friend, no matter what Mrs. Hudson says... he's really not my type. Of course I love you, it just took last night for my walls to start come down enough to realize that I also wanted you... completely."

Molly blinked trying desperately not to cry, this is not the time. Her brain was stuck somewhere between lust addled and complete shock and she was trying to decide do I say it back or just be here and enjoy what he's doing because it feels fucking fantastic.

Her mind was made up for her when Sherlock got impatient and plunged down for another breathtaking kiss.

"Are you ready Molly, you requested that I do something earlier... how about we 'get on with it' as you so eloquently put it?"

Molly nodded her head because even though she was a bit more present she still couldn't find her voice. Sherlock reached down and stroked himself a couple of times then lined himself up and slowly pushed into her. Molly gasped as she adjusted to the his size, and he smirked then caught her lips with his.

"So perfect, my God Molly you feel amazing." He grunted out as he slowly pumped into her. He took one of her nipples into his mouth again and she arched her back, she was already on fire from her previous orgasms and his tortuously slow pace was winding her right back up.

"Sherlock, pl...please... harder." She said clawing at his shoulders.

"Alright love, but remember you asked for this." He said as he leaned back and tilted her hips lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. Once in position he set a furious pace drilling her harder and harder.

Molly unleashed a string of profanities that would have made any drunken Irishman proud. Just when she thought it couldn't feel any better Sherlock, knowing he was very close to the precipice himself, reached down and thumbed her clit sending them both right over the edge. Molly screamed out something a kin to Sherlock's name and kicked her free leg out, since they were at an angle to the wall she managed to put the heel of her foot right through the cheap plasterboard, wedging it there and sending a two foot crack up the wall.

"Fuck Molly? Are you okay?" Sherlock asked trying to look behind him while still um, attached.

Molly dissolved into a fit of giggles as Sherlock removed himself and turned around fully to see what had happened.

"Molly, you've kicked a hole in your wall and your foot... it's still in there."

She still couldn't talk only shake her head laughing hysterically.

"We've...got... to..." Then Sherlock broke, he couldn't handle... Molly was laying there completely naked, looking thoroughly shagged with her foot attached to her wall. It was the funniest damn thing he'd ever seen. He laid down next to her holding his belly and roared with laughter.

Finally when they had come back down from their laughing fit he asked, "Can I get your foot out now?"

"Ya, that might be good." She giggled out.

Sherlock carefully twisted Molly's ankle until he could pull her foot free from the wall, then bent down and kissed it ever so gently.

"Better?" Molly nodded. "Does it hurt?" He asked.

"Not as much as you'd think." She giggled.

"Molly, this wall...look at it." That's when he noticed the claw marks. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh, that happened during my first, well... when you were going down on me." She said a little embarrassed. "I don't know what I'm going to do Sherlock... over the last two months we've completely destroyed my flat."

Sherlock was still running his fingers over the gouge marks on the wall, marveling at how she had managed to accomplish such a thing.

"Ya, this place is basically a loss...frankly I can see only one solution." He said looking around her flat.

"Oh, really and what's that?"

Sherlock returned his attention back to her, "Isn't it obvious Molly Hooper, you'll just have to move to Baker Street, we haven't destroyed that flat yet." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Thank you for reading!