So after a day which ended with a truly hideous meeting at work I thought I'd cheer myself up by posting the last chapter of this fic. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and am so glad you all seem to have enjoyed reading it.

Maybe I need to watch some more of Benedict in the Hollow Crown as well, to sooth my troubled soul.

Chapter 13

It was four days later and after Sherlock and Molly had had sex in just about every room in their flat that John finally called round to see what had happened to his friend.

He found him lying on the settee in the front room still clad in his pyjamas even though it was almost mid-day.

'So, what the hell happened to you Sherlock? I've been texting for days with no response; I was beginning to think you were dead or something. Would it have killed you to send just one reply...one?'

Sherlock opened his eyes but made no move to sit up or offer John a drink or anything. 'Pfft, boring. I had better things to do with my time.'

'So, I take it you've been on a case. What was it? You know I would have been happy to accompany you.'

'Nope, no case. I've been relaxing.'

John narrowed his eyes and sat down on the coffee table. 'You...relaxing...are you high or something?'

Finally Sherlock sat up huffing and rolling his eyes. 'No John, I haven't been taking drugs again. I...well, actually I took your advice.'

Now John was really confused. 'What advice was that exactly?'

Sherlock rolled his eyes in frustration at John's inability to keep up, 'regarding Molly of course.'

'Oh,' John thought for a moment, '...OH! So you've...I mean you're...what are you exactly?'

'We're together...a couple I suppose.'

'And you're happy?'

For the first time a smile spread across Sherlock's face causing his friend to smile with him. 'Yes, John, yes I'm very happy. As you can probably gather she took some time off work and we basically stayed in having sex and ordering food in. She had to go back to work today though and it's probably time we got back to work.'

John's eyebrows were about as high up his forehead as he could get them. He really hadn't expected to hear that Sherlock had spent the last few days shagging his pathologist but if that's what they had done he was happy for them.

'Right, good, OK then. Well, I suppose I should check the emails whilst you get showered and dressed.'

He watched as his friend went off whistling, yes, whistling to himself. He shook his head, Mary was not going to believe this turnaround. He wondered how long the good mood would last but figured he'd make the most of it whilst he could.

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A couple of hours later Molly was at work and getting a grilling from Greg.

'So where were you and Sherlock yesterday? We had a body brought in and there was no response or sign of either of you. Mike said you'd taken the day off at short notice. Did Sherlock have another case or something?'

'No, no we just...erm...decided to have a few days at home that's all.'

Greg frowned suddenly feeling suspicious. 'Sherlock ignoring a case to stay home...that doesn't sound like him.'

Molly had a sudden flashback to Sherlock's phone ringing as he was in the middle of expertly bringing her to a climax with his mouth. Her hands had been so tight in his hair she'd worried that she'd be in danger of pulling strands of it out but he hadn't complained.

As he'd knelt back up and wiped her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand she had breathlessly asked him if he needed to take the call.

He'd shook his head. 'They can do without me for once, I have a more pressing occupation for my brain at the moment and for once it doesn't include cases and murders though it does involve a body...your body.'

He'd crawled up until he was face to face with her and then he'd kissed her. She could feel his erection pressing into her as his tongue explored her mouth.

A few hours later his phone had then pinged repeatedly with messages as Sherlock had bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips as they had both given in to their endless need for each other. It seemed that once Sherlock's libido had been reawakened he had been insatiable. Molly wondered if she'd be able to walk again after this round.

Greg clicked his fingers in front of her bringing her back into the present, 'hey Molly, you still with me. You zoned out for a minute, you're not building one of those damn mind palaces like Sherlock are you?'

She laughed. 'No, sorry. What were you saying about a case?'

'Just that Sherlock ignored my call. Didn't matter in the end, we managed to catch the killer without him. Turned out to be a domestic, nothing that would have got him interested.'

'Oh right. So what brings you in here today, new case?'

No, no reason. Well...actually there's a leaving do at work on Friday, Gregson. I think you've handled bodies for him a couple of times. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to go...with me that is?'

Molly suddenly felt awkward. Why in all these years would Greg suddenly choose now to ask her out? She was just wondering how to let him down gently when they were interrupted.

'Yes, well I don't think Molly will be able to accept your frankly uninteresting offer of a date Lestrade. I think you'll find that she is no longer single. Isn't that right Miss Hooper?'

Molly smiled at him. 'Yes, I'm afraid that's right.'

Lestrade looked from one to the other and narrowed his eyes. 'Why do I feel like I'm missing the punchline here? And I'm sorry Molly I didn't realise you were dating someone. Anyone I know?'

Again it was Sherlock who answered, smirking as he did. 'Yes it is. It's someone very close to you, someone who you turn to for help and advice, someone who's good looking, brilliant and and...'

Greg was frowning in confusion. 'Well, I wouldn't class Anderson as either brilliant or good looking and John's already taken. Who else do we have in common? It's not your brother is it?'

Sherlock rolled his eyes and Molly burst out laughing. 'Stop being mean Sherlock. We're together Greg...Sherlock and I.'

Greg looked back and forth between them. 'You're bloody kidding me. You are with Sherlock. You and Sherlock?'

Molly started to feel a little insulted. 'Yes, me and Sherlock, why is that so hard to believe?'

'Well, because he's a tosser for one thing. And I always thought he was asexual or gay or something.'

Sherlock walked over to Molly and kissed her briefly on the lips enjoying the slight blush that it brought to her cheeks, 'nothing wrong with either of those things but I am none of them. Now I think we've discussed my love life long enough surely there be must be a case of some kind that we can get involved in. With Molly at work I find myself somewhat at a loose end.'

'Well is suppose you could help with a recent spate of robberies in Hatton Gardens.'

'Perfect, John will be here in a minute then we can run over the details. Any chance of coffees Molly?'

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes, it didn't look as though being in a relationship got her out of doing the coffees.

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As she arrived back at Baker St later that same day she popped in to see Mrs Hudson. It had been a while since they'd caught up over a cuppa and what with John and Greg both knowing about her relationship with Sherlock she thought it was only fair that she keep their landlady in the loop.

Martha opened the door and ushered Molly into her kitchen bustling about and putting the kettle on. 'You're in luck I've been baking today. They're Sherlock's favourite so you can take him a plate up when you leave. I figured he'd need to keep his strength up at the moment.'

Molly frowned. 'Umm...why would he need to keep his strength up?'

'Well, both of you really. It's always the same when you first get together isn't it...all that sex. You're so wrapped up in each other; makes you forget to eat. Anyway, it's nice seeing you both so happy. I was beginning to think he'd never settle down, especially after John moved on.'

Molly nearly choked on her tea. 'So, how did you know we were together?' Please let it not be the reason I think she's going to give...please.

'Well, I might be getting on a bit dear but my hearing isn't that bad you know.'

It is the reason I hoped it wouldn't be! Molly was mortified. 'Oh God I am so sorry. We never meant to disturb you. You should have said something.'

Mrs Hudson laughed and patted her hand. 'Don't you worry, I have headphones and a whole stash of talking books to get through. I'm just glad that you've found each other. You'll be good for him, and I'm ever hopeful that there will be the patter of tiny feet in Baker St before too long. A house like this needs some children in it.'

Just then the front door banged too, alerting Molly to the fact that Sherlock was back. Mrs Hudson smiled at her. 'Go on, you go see your man. I was wanting to listen to the next chapter of my audio book anyway. Just make sure he eats a couple of the biscuits and give him my love.'

Molly said her goodbyes and went to join Sherlock upstairs. He had been leaning on the mantelpiece but he turned around as she came into the room. 'Ah, there you are. I take it you've brought me my home made biscuits.'

Molly held out the plate and he came over and took two off it. 'Mmm, I could smell them as soon as came in. I'll eat these and then eat you, how does that sound?'

'Sherlock!' Molly tried to sound shocked but her face was covered in a wide grin.

'So, it appears that most of our friends now know about our relationship. Just the families left to tell. I certainly don't need to inform Mycroft, I have no doubt he already knows but I suppose I ought to let my parents know at some point.'

As Molly put down the plate and hung up her coat Sherlock came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck and making Molly giggle. She made him feel happy and he couldn't remember a time previously when he had felt so genuinely happy.

She turned in his arms and they kissed. It was slow and sensual and had hormones sweeping through their bodies. As they finally broke apart Sherlock moved to kiss down her neck his hands already moving to the buttons on her blouse.

'Maybe we could go visit?'

He didn't lift his head instead answering as his mouth was still against her skin sending vibrations down the length of her body. 'Hmm? Visit who?'

'Your parents. I'd...umm..well it would be nice to meet them.' Her hands were tangling in his hair right up until the point that he stood back up with a frown on his face.

'Nice...it wouldn't be nice at all. It would be hideous.'

'Oh.' Her face fell and he knew immediately he had said the wrong thing.

'No, not you Molly. I don't have any issue with you meeting them. It's just my mother...she'll be intolerable. I've never...'

Molly smiled again and put her arms around his waist. 'Go on...you've never what?'

He seemed to be looking almost sheepish which was a new look for him and Molly was very curious.

'I've never taken a girl home.' He finished sulkily.

'So I'd be the first?'

'Yes. I have no idea how they'd handle it. My mother will probably end up sizing you up for a wedding dress and my dad will be building a cot in the garage...not that those things are a problem just...damn it.'

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, 'just a bit too normal for you.'

He loved how she could almost read his mind. 'Don't worry, there's no rush. I'm more than happy with how things are at the moment.'

He returned her smile and bent to kiss her once more, his hands resuming their former mission to de-clothe her. 'Well I'm not.'

He slid down to his knees and undid her trousers pushing them and her pants down her slim legs until he could remove them completely. He kissed her hip, sucking in the skin and enjoying her quick intake of breath and her hands tangling in her hair.

'Why...why not?' Her voice was slightly higher than normal and shaking as she realised what he was about to do.

He moved her legs apart as she leant back on the wall for support and he inhaled her scent before swirling his tongue over her clit. He loved the way she shuddered in response.

'I don't want to be flat mates anymore...' He moved his tongue once more as he drove two fingers inside her.

'I...God, Sherlock...I don't understand...oh'

'I want you in MY bed...every night...'

His pace was relentless and in less than three minutes he was rewarded with the feel of her coming, her muscles contracting around his fingers and her hands pulling on his hair and scraping his scalp.

She sank down to his level biting her lip and trying to catch her breath. Eventually she opened her eyes and when she smiled it was totally wicked, her hands already reaching for his trousers and cupping his aching erection.

'I don't mind moving to your bedroom, but what would we do with the room upstairs, get another flat mate?'

She finally managed to release his cock and she licked her lips before taking him into her mouth. He could only lie back leaning on his elbows as she moved her warm, wet mouth up and down the length of him. He could feel his own orgasm building, made all the worse by the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her beautiful mouth.

At the last minute she released him making him groan out loud and pray for some sort of release. He was rewarded with her moving astride him and sinking herself down onto him. His hands gripped her hips and he drove up into her feeling how tight and wet she was for him.

They knew each other bodies now. A week of sex had made him an expert at playing her and he put his mind palace to good use as he ensured she came for a second time just before he pumped his seed into her.

They finally fell into each other's arms laughing and giggling and kissing. Molly moved off him eventually. 'God that was good, but maybe we should have made it to the bedroom. Is your back OK?'

Sherlock confirmed he was indeed OK even though the floor had not been the most comfortable of places.

Just as she started to stand he halted her pulling her back for another kiss. 'Oh and about that room upstairs...maybe my dad should be making that cot after all.'

She smiled, moving in with Sherlock had easily been the best decision she'd ever made and she could only hope that their future would be just as promising.

And there we have it. All finished. I'll be starting a new fic at the weekend. It's a big one and I'm quite excited about being in a position to start posting it.

In the meantime cheer me up and let me know your final thoughts on this story and thank you all so, so much for all of your support and enthusiasm. This fandom is the best!