It's not a super long chapter but hopefully it will wrap up all of the loose ends for you. Thank you so much for joining me on this little adventure. It's been a blast to write and I hope just as much fun for you as a reader.

Chapter 22

As he started to sit up Molly sat up with him trying to hold onto him and pull him back into her embrace making him chuckle as he extracted himself.

'Patience Dr Hooper, I haven't finished my fun yet.'

His chuckle turned into a laugh at the stubborn scowl on her face as she fell back onto the bed but he knew she was watching him as he scooted backwards and picked up her foot kissing her instep as his hand stroked her calf muscle. He slowly kissed his way up her leg and her inner thigh and by the time he reached the curls of her pubic hair she was moaning again and clutching at his sheets.

He paused just long enough to inhale her scent but then he moved his concentration to her other foot and leg, repeating that same, slow travel upwards. Molly's hips were relentlessly bucking towards him as he made it back to her quim.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly couldn't believe how aroused she felt. Sherlock hadn't even touched her "down there" and yet she felt as though she was on the verge of climaxing. Her breathing was in short gasps and her heart was beating ten to the dozen. She was sure she had been begging him over and over but she couldn't quite remember.

As he reached the top of her leg she twisted her hands into his hair and when she glanced down at him his eyes flashed up to meet hers and her back arched almost completely off the bed as he finally kissed her clit. The reality of sex with Sherlock in Baker St was unlike anything she had ever imagined...and she had imagined it often.

He was starting to lick her and she could feel him humming as he did, enjoying the taste of her and she felt her orgasm starting, she'd been kept wanting for far too long and her body just wouldn't wait any longer. He sensed the shift and gave her what she needed, anchoring her as her mind seemed to almost leave her body. But when she finally came back down he hadn't finished with her and he carried on licking and sucking and tasting her until she felt she would literally go mad. Her body and her nerve endings felt so sensitive that she couldn't seem to differentiate between pleasure and pain anymore, it all just felt too much.

It seemed she wasn't the only one suffering because when Sherlock finally covered her body with his own and kissed her she could feel his erection; hard and desperate and nudging at her entrance. They were both completely lost in each other, in physical desire. The outside world was forgotten.

Slowly but surely, with each movement of his hips, Sherlock sank into her. They seemed to move together perfectly, hands touching and mouths exploring as they enjoyed just being together and safe.

A couple of minutes later and they rolled, still joined, until Molly was on top and when she looked st Sherlock she could see his love and desire for her written all over his beautiful face and her breath caught in her throat at the sight. For a moment she wondered if she might actually cry but then he smiled at her and brought his hands up to cover her breasts and all she wanted to do was kiss him and make love to him forever.

Within a couple of minutes she could feel herself starting to come again and she wondered if she would ever stop. Her body felt so sensitive and he was playing her as though she was one of his violins. He seemed to know exactly what position she needed, how much pressure was preferred, whether to use his hands or his mouth on her breasts. She just had to hope that she turned him on as much as he did her.

As she recovered from her orgasm they rolled again and this time Sherlock was in charge and he set a punishing pace. Molly held on relishing every thrust, every snap of his hips; hearing him grunting and groaning as his own pleasure overtook him before he finally buried himself as deep inside her as he could.

She locked her legs over his backside and her arms around his back hugging him to her as tight as she could, not wanting to let him go and he obviously felt the same. He kissed her, before they finally separated, and it was long and slow and sensual.

Molly made her way to the toilet to clean up and when she returned to the bedroom it looked as though Sherlock hadn't even moved. He was just splayed out naked on the bed, with one arm flung above his head. As she came in he turned his head and smiled, patting the bed for her to join him which she did willingly.

As he curled his arms around her and pulled her close she rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his chest as her hand moved to his stomach, giggling as her fingers tickled him slightly, making him twitch.

'So when will we know if you're pregnant? I'm estimating two weeks.'

She leant up on one elbow feeling shocked. 'Are you serious?'

He frowned but didn't loosen his hold, just let his hand slide down to her waist.

'As we've just had sex again without precautions I would have thought we were both serious.'

'Yes but...no...but I mean, that's a huge decision. Are you sure you're ready?'

'Is anybody ever ready Molly? But if you're worried, yes I've thought it through and yes I'm sure.' She saw a flicker of a thought pass over his face and his expression changed to one of sadness.

'Of course, I will understand if you wouldn't want to have my children.'

'No, I do...why would you think I wouldn't?'

'Well, there's always a risk that any child we have, with my genes, could be like Eurus. It must have crossed your mind.'

'Honestly...no, but if that was to happen we'd cope, we'd find a way. Anyway, they'd be diluted with my genes so probably won't be a genius.' Molly giggled, lightening the mood.

Sherlock rolled them a little so he could kiss her but before he did he brushed her hair off her face. 'I hope they are more like you. I want my children to have a life and to know love, I want them to be happy like you.'

Molly brought her hand up to his face and bit her lip, looking and feeling concerned. 'Are you not happy Sherlock?'

'I am now, more than I ever thought possible but I wasn't for so long. You're the one that's changed all that...well, John too but I don't want to have sex with John.' He smirked quickly before being serious once more. 'I want them to be happy throughout their lives, I want us to be happy but I worry that I'll mess it up. I'm not a good man Molly.'

'Yes...yes you are, you're just driven and focused and single minded when you're on your cases but I know all that and I love you just as you are. I don't expect you to change for me, just to send me a text when you're off on your adventures with John so I know where you are and that you're safe. I love you, Sherlock Holmes, just as you are.'

He bent his head and kissed her and Molly lost herself in his kiss, feeling his hand holding her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head deepening it. Their tongues moved together as their bodies and limbs tangled together, skin on skin. It wasn't a sexual kiss, not yet, not so soon after their last coupling but it held the promise of more to come and Molly, for one, couldn't wait.

Epilogue

Unsurprisingly Sherlock seemed to know before Molly did that she was in fact pregnant. They married two months later in a quiet ceremony in the church closest to Sherlock's parent's house and their honeymoon, or sex holiday as Sherlock insisted on calling it, was in the holiday cottage that they'd broken into when they were on the run. That had been Molly's idea, a way to remember how they had finally got together as well as a way to help repay the owners for the hassle they had caused them, not that they ever admitted it was them that had broken in.

The pregnancy was surprisingly easy physically for Molly but not mentally. As soon as Barts found out she was taken off autopsy's and placed on desk duties which drove her mad with boredom and she had a new found sympathy for Sherlock having to find ways to keep his brain occupied.

As for life living with Sherlock it wasn't easy or quiet but she loved it. He seemed to come and go at all hours, spent what felt like days playing his violin at times and regularly threw things at the wall or the television if he was feeling particularly bored. The one thing that didn't change however was his love for her and his concern for her wellbeing and that of the baby's through the pregnancy. As the birth approached he threw himself into reading up on parenting and labour and she pitied the midwives and health visitors who would have to put up with him.

At 3.10am on the 2nd June their son William Hamish Holmes was welcomed into the world and Molly didn't think she had ever seen a more beautiful sight than the look on Sherlock's face as he held his son for the first time. She didn't have many positive feelings about Sherlock's sister but the one thing she had done was to bring her and Sherlock together and for that she would always be grateful.

And there we shall leave them. I hope the last chapter was a fitting enough end, please let me know as I love to receive every one of your comments.

Last but not least have you had enough of PregnancyLock!? I hope not because thanks to a prompt from mychakk my next fic is full of it. I'll be posting the first chapter later in the week and I hope you'll all enjoy it as much as this one.