Sorry, I was aiming for this to be posted yesterday but FanFic wasn't playing ball.

Anyway, I'm always amazed when I get to the end of a story, I can't quite believe that I've written another one. Thank you all for your positive support, I love the writing and am glad you all appear to enjoy the reading.

So without further ado and with normal disclaimers applying let us end this Sherlolly tale.

Chapter 11

As he arrived before her she stood up putting her nearly finished cup of tea down.

'Are you alright Molly? Feeling better?'

'Yes, take me home please.'

'I will in a minute, I just need to talk to Mycroft.'

Molly pulled on his lapels until he came down to her level. She leant forward whispering in his ear, 'no, take me home, right now,' and she licked the edge of his ear from the lobe to the top.

Sherlock jerked a little in shock. He pulled back looking her in the eye taking in her dilated pupils, her uneven breathing. She licked her bottom lip slowly and then bit it. Sherlock gulped.

'Mycroft, I'm sure you're fine here. I need to take Doctor Hooper home so I'll maybe see you tomorrow. Have you told Mother?'

'No, of course I haven't you know how she worries and make sure you don't either. Last thing I need is her turning up to look after me.'

Sherlock took Molly's hand and pulled her away towards a waiting cab. Molly rolled her eyes, did he have shares in London Black cabs, he never seemed to have trouble finding one. As they climbed in and he gave the Baker St. address he started texting on his phone.

'Who are you texting?' Molly asked.

'Mother, it's only fair that Mycroft have further punishment. After all a lot of this was his fault, he needs to suffer the full consequences.' He smirked at Molly.

As he finished he threw the phone back in his pocket and then turned his full attention towards her. Now she felt as though it were her turn to gulp.

'I seem to recall we were in the middle of doing something when we were rudely interrupted by our phones. I don't suppose you want to pick up where we left off?'

As he spoke he moved closer to Molly leaning over her until their lips were just an inch apart. She could smell his cologne and just the very scent of him made her mouth water in anticipation. She moved her mouth up to meet his relishing the feel of his soft lips moving against hers. It seemed so much the sweeter for her fear earlier that he might be injured or, worse, killed.

She moaned into his mouth and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth to meet hers. Her hands moved to his face, tracing those cheek bones before sliding round to his neck and his hair, still damp from being outside. She scraped her nails across his scalp and heard as well as felt him groan.

It was only when the cabbie cleared his throat and let them know that they had arrived that Molly even remembered he was there. She blushed a deep red as Sherlock pulled away before passing some money forwards to pay.

He grabbed her hand as they exited the cab and pulled her towards that familiar black door quickly unlocking it before dragging her inside. Her back hit the door as it slammed shut and before she knew what was happening he was kissing her again, pressing his body up against her, her feet almost off the floor.

'Cooeee, is that you Sherlock making all that noise? Oh my...I think you both need to go upstairs before we're all embarrassed.'

Sherlock broke off the kiss again as Mrs Hudson started to talk, he sighed in exasperation. 'Yes, thank you Mrs Hudson,' he said as he pulled Molly towards the stairs.

'Oh. Molly it's you, I thought it was John. How are you dear?'

Molly was about to reply when there was a roar, 'not now Mrs Hudson!' Molly smiled in apology as she was dragged away.

Mrs Hudson pulled her dressing gown closed at the top muttered a quick, 'well really...' as she made her way back to her own flat.

As soon as they were in Sherlock's flat he was on her again. It was as though neither of them could get enough of the other. His coat and jacket were the first to hit the floor followed by Molly's shortly after. Sherlock had her pushed up against the wall her top open his lips and tongue on her breast whilst one hand was undoing her trousers.

Molly moaned loudly as he bit down on her nipple just enough to tread the fine line between pain and pleasure. He kissed his way back up her chest and neck stopping to suck hard at the base of her neck. Molly knew he were marking her as his and it made her squirm against him with need.

She made light work of the buttons on his shirt this time, relishing the feel of his skin under her hands, sliding them over him trying to touch every inch of him.

He stopped suddenly making Molly gasp as he pulled away from her. She looked into his face seeing a look there that she had never seen before, one of pure desire. He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him to his bedroom. He opened the door and as she crossed the threshold he turned and picking her up he threw her onto his bed.

She giggled leaning up on her elbows watching as he quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothes. She followed suit pulling off her own shirt and shimmying out of her trousers.

He walked up to the edge of the bed looking down on Molly lit up by the moonlight that was coming in through the open curtained window. Molly would normally have felt nervous and exposed laid out on his bed like this but his expression just made her feel beautiful and desired. It also helped that his erection jutting out before him was an obvious sign of his mood.

Molly decided to distract him from his examination of her. She sat up in front of him her head close to his cock looking up at him deviously as she licked her lips. He looked down at her, this time looking slightly nervous.

Slowly she took hold of him sliding her hand up his length and gripping him. She heard him hiss and felt him buck his hips slightly into her touch. She brought her lips to the tip of his cock and licked the head tasting his pre-cum. She took him into her mouth using her hand and lips whilst her other hand held onto his hip.

She felt his hands weave into her hair to give him something to hold onto as she moved back and forth taking him deeper each time. He groaned eventually tugging on her hair until she released him looking up at him questioningly.

'I need to come inside you, I need to fuck you, not your mouth.' He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled up to meet her his hand moving to her centre to circle her clit whilst he kissed her tasting himself slightly as their tongues moved against each other.

Molly knew she was ready for him, she felt as though she had been waiting to have sex with him for far too long. He obviously felt the same because she felt him pushing against her starting to enter her each time he moved his hips.

She brought her legs up to his waist opening herself to him and the next time he moved he pushed into her. To Molly it was the best feeling in the world, lying there with Sherlock moving inside her, the rest of the world a forgotten distant memory. He was everything... he was all she could see, hear, feel and smell. Her hands were clutching him to her, pulling him into her harder and faster. Everything narrowing down to the climax that was building within her.

They both picked up their pace sensing that the other was close and as Molly's orgasm broke she took Sherlock with her, both of them calling the others name and crying out to a God that neither of them believed in.

As they started to get their breath and their senses back Sherlock rolled off her pulling her against him with one arm wrapped around her waist holding her close. With the other hand he pulled a cover over them both.

'God, Molly, what have you done to me?' He kissed her forehead chuckling as he said it.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

They spent the best part of the next 36 hours either in bed, laughing at Mycroft's increasingly desperate texts begging for respite from mother or foraging for some sort of food in Sherlock's sparse cupboards. By the end Sherlock had extracted a promise from Molly to move in with him. He found he didn't want to live alone again and life with Molly was very distracting.

It was another month before they both realised the full consequence of their actions. As ever it was Sherlock that deduced the change first, Molly had just thought she was coming down with a bug but he begged to differ. 'Your breasts are already at least one size larger, the areoles darker and your stomach is harder than normal. I suspected as much a week ago but needed to gather more evidence before I mentioned anything.'

Molly sat in shock as her mind struggled to accept the truth of what he was saying. Her first reaction was one of joy but she found it was quickly tempered with nervousness about how Sherlock might react.

In all of his speech about her symptoms he hadn't once talked about how he felt about being a father. They'd only been together about six weeks they hadn't even discussed the future, beyond her moving in, let alone children.

Sherlock had been watching Molly as she took in the news. He saw the fleeting smile and then the concern on her face. He knew she needed some reassurance from him. He wasn't sure how much he could offer her but he knew he had to try. He sat down beside her and took her hand.

'I won't lie Molly, this is a shock. Having children is not something I had ever considered, unsurprising given that I had never thought I would even be in a relationship. That being said whilst I know I will no doubt be awful at fatherhood you will probably be brilliant at being a mother. And...for what it's worth I will always be here for you and for our baby.' He put his hand on her stomach and leant forward to kiss her.

Molly smiled as they kissed her hands curling around his neck and into his hair. She pulled back, 'I love you Mister Holmes.'

Sherlock smiled down at her and suddenly realised that he was going to mean every word that he was about to say. It was like a light bulb going on in his head, 'I love you too Doctor Hooper and I'll gladly swap my lonely existence for life with you no matter what the consequences are.' And with that they kissed again.

And there we go, please let me know what you thought of both the story as a whole and the ending. I'm starting a new story soon so keep your eyes peeled for the first chapter, probably being posted next weekend. Thank you all, my lovelies, for reading. xxx