So, tell me, how did we get to the end of yet another story? It amazes me as much now as it did when I finished my first multi-chapter fic. And I still have so many more stories I want to tell you all. Thank you so much for all your support, your kudos, comments, follows. They really do mean the world to me xxx

Chapter 18

For once in his life Sherlock was in no rush. His mind, which was normally so desperate for activity and craving action, was content to just concentrate on Molly and her reactions to him. Without even trying he was cataloging everything, storing it away in his mind palace. Every look, every gesture, every sound she made…the placement of any freckles and moles and marks on her body, the exact shading of her nipples both before and after he'd taken them into his mouth.

He wanted to learn everything there was to know about her body, he wanted to understand just what she liked and what turned her on…even if she didn't realise it herself.

He loved how vocal she was, and how demanding, as she wove her hands into his hair bringing his face back to hers for them to kiss once more, her legs wrapping around his hips. He knew what she wanted but he was content to make her wait, he hadn't even started with her yet. She pouted when he pulled away from her but he smirked as he saw the pout change to an open mouth as he slid down the bed and slowly removed her knickers, pulling them down her slim legs.

He spent a moment staring at her centre, one finger playing with the trimmed curls between her thighs and when his eyes flicked back to hers she was wide eyed and biting her lip and he knew just what he wanted to do next.

The moan that she let out as he settled himself between her legs told him how much she wanted what he was about to do. He couldn't wait to taste her, his mouth was watering at the mere thought of it and his cock was twitching and leaking. As he finally put his mouth on her she plunged her hands back into his hair making him groan as she pulled on it. God she tasted good.

He took his time using his lips and his tongue to slowly drive her crazy, seeing what she liked and needed but within five minutes she was crying out his name as she came, grinding herself shamelessly against his face and he loved every minute of it.

Finally she fell back onto the bed breathing heavily as he knelt up watching her and smiling as he wiped his mouth. As she saw him she blushed prettily and even looked a little embarrassed but it just made him love her more.

He leant over her with his hands either side of her head and looked into her warm, brown eyes, drowning in their depths and letting himself feel all her love for him. He had tried so hard to pushed her away and pretend that he didn't care or need her love and he'd been a fool, a damn fool. He should have embraced her and everything she had to give him the first time they had ever met but he always missed something.

'Molly….I need you to know…to understand just how much I love you. I promise I will never leave you or intentionally hurt you…although I suspect I'll manage it unintentionally.'

He saw her lips quirk up into a smile at that last line and she didn't even hesitate with her reply. 'I love you too Sherlock, I always have and I always will.'

Neither of them wanted to wait any longer and so he let his body rest lightly on hers as he kissed her and he felt her hands sliding down his sides before resting on his hips. The kiss was slow and deep and he found he was losing himself in it…just enjoying being close to another human, sharing himself with her and feeling her skin against his own.

She opened herself to him and reached between them to take hold of his erection and the feeling of her hand wrapped around his length had him pulsing and pushing his hips towards her. She giggled a little at his eagerness and he nipped lightly at her lips as he pulled back and let her position him at her entrance.

He watched her expression as he started to push into her, resisting the urge to just close his eyes and concentrate on his own pleasure. Her eyes were half closed and her lips parted and she exhaled as he finally filled her. He swore he had never seen her look more beautiful than in that moment. She slowly smiled at him and he felt his heart swelling in his chest and he was surprised at how emotional he felt. They'd had sex before but this felt different, it felt more than just physical. He truly felt as though he was connecting with her almost spiritually and that was a phrase he had never thought he would use or believe in.

He bent to kiss her again and closed his eyes just allowing himself to feel rather than think feeling her hands on his body, her lips against his own, his cock buried deep inside her tight, wet heat and he could feel his desire for her growing. He started to move, relishing the sensation of sliding in and out of her, hearing her soft moans knowing that he wanted to hear her come again before he let himself go.

He angled his hips so he was stimulating her clit as he thrust into her and her cries started to increase in volume. Her nails scraped down his back and then dug into his backside as she urged him on. He could feel his balls tightening deliciously, his mind starting to white out as physical desire drove him on, searching for that moment where his climax would overtake him.

His speed picked up and still she wanted more and he spoke to her, asking her to come for him, telling her how much he needed her, calling her name and then he felt it start. Her muscles tightening around him, pulsing against him and as she cried out in pure pleasure he came. His seed pulsing into her until he was finally dry but still he clung to her, needing to feel her wrapped around him, her heart beating hard against his own. He had never felt more sated or more content and this was just the beginning for them. They had so much life to share and love to give and receive. He wanted her there by his side and in his bed until the day that he died.

As he rolled to one side he pulled her against him, wrapping them up in the covers and he told her again that he loved her and felt her lips smiling as she kissed his chest and then she again told him that she loved him too and it felt perfect. It seemed to cleanse his mind of the guilt of pulling those words from her when Eurus had forced him into making that phone call. He knew that his life was going to be different from here on in but it was only going to change for the better and all because of a drug-fuelled one night stand…. and he didn't have a single regret.

Epilogue - Three Years Later

The doorbell rang at 221b Baker St and Sherlock sighed pushing the goggles up off his face and standing so he could make his way down stairs.

'Remember, don't touch anything Matthew.' He threw the comment over his shoulder to his eldest son who was just coming up to three years old.

'Okay Dad, I promise.' Came the reply, one that Sherlock didn't believe in the slightest. His son was too inquisitive for his own good…a chip off the old block. He smiled to himself as he went down the stairs before he threw open the door and grimaced slightly at the figure waiting outside wearing her traditional light blue smock and trousers.

'Hello, you must be Mr Holmes. I'm Sue, your health visitor. You should be expecting me."

He sighed heavily. 'Yes, yes come in. My wife is just changing but she'll be ready in a couple of minutes. I see you're not long out of training…what are we? Part of your first caseload?'

He led the slightly stunned young woman up the stairs.

'I…err…yes, how did you know?'

'Easy when you know what to look for. Plus no one likes to come here after last time.'

The woman sounded genuinely concerned when she answered. 'Last time?'

Sherlock smirked to himself. 'Yes, not important. Right here we are.' He turned and shouted through to the bedroom. 'Molly, the health visitor is here to check on you both.'

Molly shouted back a quick OK and Sherlock slid himself back into place in front of his microscope.

The health visitor was still hovering and smiling brightly. She spotted Matthew sitting opposite his dad and she wandered over.

'Oh hello and who do we have….ugh…oh my God are those fingers?'

Matty smiled and held one up. 'Yes, but don't worry none of them are mine or dads. Mum brought them home for us.'

'Your…your mother? She brought you fingers?'

Sherlock glanced sideways and swiftly started to stand. 'Are you OK? Do you need to sit down? You've gone awfully pale.'

He pulled a chair out and picked up the bag of donated blood to move it out of the way. The health visitors eyes widened at the sight and Sherlock rolled his eyes at her reaction.

'Surely in your line of work you can't be squeamish about some blood. Just put your head between your legs and try not to be sick. I can't stand people being sick in my flat…or fainting.'

Matthew nodded. 'He really can't. He had to go and get Mrs Hudson whenever Mum had morning sickness. Mum said he was a right wuss.'

It was just then that Molly emerged from the bedroom carrying a tiny newborn baby girl. The smile that had been on her face slid quickly off as she took in the sight before her.

'Oh, what's happened? Are you alright?'

She passed the baby to Sherlock and knelt down in front of the young woman who was looking decidedly green around the gills.

'Y…your husband and son seem to be doing something to some severed fingers.'

Molly sighed in relief. 'Oh is that all. I thought it was something serious. Come on guys, time to put them away for a bit. Matty, make sure you wash your hands, remember what I've told you.'

'But Mum, I kept my gloves on.'

'I don't care…go wash.'

Her son huffed as he pushed away from the table and she turned back to the health visitor.

'Now, do you want to weigh Elizabeth? She seems to be putting on weight well. The breast feeding has gone so much better this time.'

Sherlock smiled and nuzzled his daughters face making her gurgle. 'Yes, she's hogging mummy's boobies aren't you and making daddy wait.'

The health visitor looked around at this bizarre family and tried to pull herself together but she couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from the collection of fingers and thumbs in a clear plastic bag on the table.

'He…he said you got the… those…' she waved her hand towards the bag. '…those things.'

Molly looked around to see what she was gesturing towards. 'Oh, the fingers. Yes, don't worry I'm a pathologist. My husband solves crimes…murders and things so he likes to experiment so he can better understand the way bodies react to injuries, particularly after death.' She laughed and it was such a normal, bright laugh. Sue saw this woman's husband looking at her as she did and she could see devotion written all over his face and even the baby smiled in response. It seemed strange to hear such a normal laugh juxtaposed alongside body parts and talk of murder. She felt her mind closing in on itself. A darkness at the corner of her mind starting to creep across her vision.

Molly continued unaware of the health visitor close to fainting at her side. 'You've had it easy I think Matty's health visitor was confronted with a bag of eyes. That didn't end well.'

Mr Holmes' voice was the last thing that Sue, the health visitor, remembered hearing before she fell off her chair in a faint.

'Call John Molly, looks like we've lost ourselves another one. Why they can't cope with a bit of a human body I'll never know?'

She heard them both chuckle as her world faded out to nothing.

And there you have it, an odd insight into life with Sherlock, Molly and their expanding family. I'm off on my holiday now, France here I come, but I'll be back and I've got two possible fics for you… a very smutty, sexy one or we could go with a fluffy fake girlfriend fic, which do you think you'd want next? I can't decide. Until then, take care and let me know what you thought of Molly and Sherlock's One Night Stand xx