Another final chapter, it has been such a ride sharing this story with you and I'm so happy it has been so well received. Thank you all for all your support and reviews and favourites. It makes the hard work of writing and developing the plot all worthwhile.
Chapter 21
This time as he moved towards her Molly had no intention of stopping him instead she pulled him closer until he was more or less lying on top of her.
The kiss which started off slow increased in intensity made more so by Molly remembering how close they had both come the previous day to serious harm or even death. She felt a need to feel alive, to feel him joined with her and enjoying the pleasures they could each bring to the other.
She also had to admit to herself that the fact that he was fully dressed and she was naked was seriously hot. She stroked her hands down his shirt covered back before pulling the material out of his trousers relishing how warm the skin of his back felt to her touch. Her body arched towards his as his hand caressed her breast before sliding down to her stomach and then over her pubic hair.
He let his hand rest there until Molly was squirming under him and pressing herself into his grasp. She didn't relax until she felt two fingers slide into her and his thumb start to circle her clit. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his as he plunged it into her mouth. His fingers were soon slipping and sliding within her moving faster as he sensed she was close to her climax. At the last moment she pulled her mouth away so she could call out his name, swearing and telling him how good it felt. She could feel his mouth on her neck sucking and biting as he helped her ride it out.
As she came back down from her initial orgasm she knew she would soon be ready for more. She wanted and needed to feel him inside her and to that end she pushed on his shoulder until he rolled onto his back and then she quickly moved to straddle him. He looked up at her with eyes that were almost black, the pupils blown wide with desire.
She rocked a little enjoying the feel of his hardness, still encased in his trousers, on her naked over-sensitised centre. Slowly, as he watched her she undid each button until she could push the shirt open. When she saw the thin scar running down his chest from Adrian's knife she bent to kiss it. Then she moved her mouth to his nipple as her nails scraped up his sides; enjoying the way he groaned and bucked underneath her. She loved how responsive he was and how vocal he was in his pleasure, feeling his hands tangling in her hair as he held her too him.
She kissed her way back up his chest and neck using her tongue to lick slowly up his throat feeling his hands moving to massaging her sensitive breasts. Then they were kissing again and Molly had to admit that she loved nothing better than kissing him. He was extraordinarily good at it which was a surprise given how long he had been celibate.
It wasn't long before she was reaching for the fastenings on his trousers desperate to release him and feel him inside her. As she reached for him she stroked him, pumping his erection until he groaned and helped her to sit up enough to guide him inside. As he thrust into her they both seemed to still and exhale as though they had been waiting for this moment all their lives. He filled her so beautifully that Molly could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm. As she started to move he brought his head to her breast and she held him in place as she rocked against him feeling his body stimulating her inside and out.
It was such a delicious and overwhelming feeling that Molly knew she was keening and calling his name but had no control over her reactions enough to stop. She felt his hand slide down her body and as his hand slid over her ass she came and came hard. It seemed to last far longer than any climax she'd had previously. It was almost as though one orgasm was leading seamlessly into another; her whole body felt hyper-stimulated and as she bent to kiss him, biting at his lower lip and sliding her tongue into his mouth she felt his own orgasm hit.
He let out a large groan and almost lifted her off the bed with his thrusts; holding her hips down and onto him to give him as much depth as possible.
Then all was silent. Molly fell against him, kissing his neck and feeling his hands still holding her close to him. 'Mmmmm' seemed to be all they could manage until Molly lifted her head and kissed him one final time. 'That, Mister Holmes, was amazing. You just keep getting better and better.'
She slid off the bed and made her way through to the bathroom but couldn't resist a final look at his half-dressed, dishevelled state. 'Shower?' was all it took to having him smiling and sitting up before following her through.
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A few hours later Molly was returning to Baker St. complete with a suitcase full of some of her basic belongings and a cat carrier. She had gone to pack and collect Toby whilst Sherlock had gone to help Lestrade. Most of the others arrested had been kept locally but Greg had insisted on Adrian being brought back to Scotland Yard so he could personally carry out the investigation. The Independent Police Complaints were involved and the local Almsbury police were being investigated for possible corruption. Sherlock had agreed to give a statement so long as he could sit in on Adrian's interview.
Molly had offered to stay at her own flat and move in over the next week or so but Sherlock had not been happy with that and so here she was already unpacking some of her things whilst Toby was inspecting the sights and smells of his new home. At least it was a larger space for him to roam around in. Mrs Hudson was fussing around helping Molly to make some space for her belongings.
'It's going to be so nice having another woman in the place. You've no idea the mess and dirt there was when it was John and Sherlock living here together. I have to admit I was surprised though when Sherlock said you'd be moving in. I was convinced he and John would get back together. But,' she patted a bemused Molly's arm, 'I think you'll be good for him. You've always had a way of keeping him in check, I still remember that apology he gave you that Christmas...you could have knocked me down with a feather I was that surprised.'
She only left when Sherlock bounded back into the flat having taken the stairs two at a time. 'Well, I'll leave the two of you alone. I'll be going out this evening so you'll have the house to yourselves, no need to keep the noise down.' Molly blushed at the wink the old woman gave her even as Sherlock completely ignored her.
He threw his coat and jacket onto the hooks on the wall and moved to give Molly a kiss before throwing some files down onto the table.
'The interviews were fairly straight-forward. He's being charged with the deaths of Karl and the priest. The only unknown is how Hugh died. The autopsy says it's as though the man's heart was crushed inside his chest. I've brought the file for you to review. The police pathologist is an imbecile though.'
Molly remembered once more her terror and the sight of that strange smoke. She hadn't actually had a chance to discuss the event with Sherlock and she found she was a little nervous about mentioning it. It seemed like a kind of madness in the cold light of day now she was back in London.
'Sherlock...what do you think happened that night? The noise, the room moving?'
He glanced up at her with a frown as he sat himself in his chair with one of the files, 'it was obviously some kind of earthquake Molly. Rare but not unheard of in the UK. Whilst I don't normally believe in coincidence on this occasion I think that's what it was; a fortunate coincidence.'
'And the smoke?'
'What smoke?'
Molly swallowed heavily feeling an echo of the dread she had felt that night, 'the smoke that came up from the ground, it seemed to...erm...form into a..a..'
Sherlock stood back up and came over looking at her with concern, 'Molly, there was no smoke. You were running on adrenalin, the drugs in your system just made you think you saw that. Maybe we need to get you checked out to make sure...'
Molly forced a smile onto her face, 'no, no I'm fine. You're probably right. I was very scared. Now let's have a look at that file.' But as she sat down she wondered if there hadn't been more going on that night than Sherlock would ever comprehend. Something had been called and something had risen. It had taken a sacrificial victim and left. Molly had never believed in the supernatural before and she wasn't fully sure she did now but she couldn't deny what she had seen or how she had felt. She also knew she would never convince Sherlock and almost didn't want to. That village was behind her now and she would be more than happy to never return there.
The full grisly details of the underbelly of the village came to light during the trials a few months later. Adrian had fooled Molly and even Sherlock completely. His story of being a poverty struck barman was shown to be a smokescreen. He didn't just own the bar but many of the houses and businesses locally. He had built a fearsome reputation for violence and had used his theatrical background to full advantage to have most of the villagers believing they were indebted to demonic forces for all that happened to them. They paid and paid heavily for protection and good fortune and it had made Adrian rich.
Molly sat in on some of the trial listening to Sherlock giving evidence; wincing as he came close to being held in contempt for insulting the judge. She couldn't help but believe that Adrian himself had believed in the occult religion he had instilled in the village. He truly seemed to think that sacrificing a virgin and raising the demon would give him enough power to expand his cult beyond the confines of the village. She was just glad when he was sentenced and they could put the whole sorry business behind them.
The only thing she wasn't sorry for was that it had brought her and Sherlock together. John and Mary had quickly accepted the relationship and even Mycroft had wryly accepted her into the family with a nod and a kiss on her cheek, 'mother will be pleased, she's very keen for grandchildren.' Molly had laughed in shock and amusement at Sherlock's clenched jaw, but she'd been even more shocked when later that night he'd admitted he would be open to the idea of children with her.
The funniest reaction had been one day in the morgue soon after they had got back when Sherlock had arrived with Lestrade and Donovan to discuss a body that had recently come in. As he had kissed Molly by way of a greeting Molly heard a phone smash. The both looked round to see Lestrade's dumbfounded expression, eyes and mouth wide open and Donovan swearing as she picked up the pieces of her broken iPhone. 'Fucking hell Molly, the freak...seriously you're seeing the freak. You must be as mad as he is.'
'Yes, thank you Donovan for your unasked for opinion. I'm not sure the woman who had an affair with Anderson has any right to mock us.'
The best part, however, was coming home to Baker St after a hard day at work. The flat was always warm and welcoming and if Sherlock wasn't on a case he would greet her with a kiss that never failed to have her melting into his embrace. She never tired of being with him. Her stomach still flipped at the sight of him, her heart still stuttered when his lips met hers and she would always love the sound of her name falling from his lips as he climaxed.
So when, six months later, he proposed after solving a particularly grisly triple murder that she'd helped him with there was no question that she would say yes. They married in the church near to his parents cottage with a handful of friends and family there to bear witness and as they left the church Molly's only regret was the absence of her father. Her mind going back to that strange village once more and her impression of having felt his presence so clearly. She found herself remembering the quote that Sherlock had recited during the case there are more things in heaven and earth Horatio than are dreamt of in your philosophy. How completely right he was!
Aaand there we have it. Please let me have your final thoughts because I'm greedy like that. Your feedback keeps me writing and I'm working on another similar fic at the moment.
In the meantime though I think we need some simple fluff so my next story will start in about a week and will be a tad less plot driven and complicated but no less Sherlolly. Until then, take care and stay chilled.