A/N: Thank you, dear readers, for staying with me until the end. Your reward is that the rating has gone up. ;)

It would be another two years before Molly saw Sebastian again, but she always felt his gaze on her. She developed a habit of seeking him out whenever she was in a crowd but she never found him.

He made his presence felt in other ways. On her first birthday after the Fall, she found a single yellow rose on her desk at Bart's. There was no card but she knew immediately who it was from. On the second birthday, it was a gold and diamond pendant – an abstract version of a snail. This time, there was a card.

For my Schnecke.

Finally, Sherlock came home. He'd nearly given her a heart attack appearing behind her in the women's locker room at Bart's, but she was happy to see him. She was even happier when he told her that no one was going to press any charges against Sebastian.

"Thank God," she muttered. She had been worried his past would catch up to him. "But, where is he?"

Sherlock smirked. "Waiting for you to get off work, no doubt."

The rest of the day was the longest shift of her life. The cab ride home felt even longer. Her flat was dark when she let herself in and she clamped down on her disappointment. She walked into the sitting room, turned on the light, and gasped.

Sebastian was sitting on the sofa, grinning at her mischievously as he got to his feet. "Hey, Schnecke."

Molly launched herself at him. He caught her easily then held her tightly to him as he kissed her hungrily. She kissed him back, reveling in the feel of his lips on hers, until they had to come up for air.

"D'you know," Sebastian said as he picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bedroom, "how bloody hard it was to watch you every damn day for two fucking years and not be able to talk to you? To touch you? It was driving me mad."

She giggled happily. "I could feel your eyes on me all the time. It made me feel safe, even though I couldn't see you." She removed one hand from his neck to finger her pendant. "Thank you for the gifts."

"You're welcome." He softly kissed her forehead then set her down beside the bed.

Molly wasted no time pulling his t-shirt from his jeans then pulling it over his head, Sebastian helpfully raising his arms. He returned the favor – unbuttoning her blouse then pushing it off her arms, followed by her bra. His large, rough hands immediately cupped her breasts, lightly squeezing them, his thumbs stroking her hardened nipples.

"Oh God," she groaned, her eyes closing as pleasure shot straight to her already-wet pussy. "Seb…" Her hands clutched his shoulders as her knees weakened.

He lowered his head to murmur in her ear, "Just keep saying my name, Schnecke. God, I want to just take you up against the wall, make you forget every other man exists."

"Yes!" Molly moaned as he nibbled on her earlobe. "Take me, Seb… Fuck me hard…"

Seb chuckled. "Such dirty language from such a sweet mouth." He quickly divested them of the rest of their clothes then he backed her up until she hit the nearest wall.

Molly wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her up, unable to help a groan when she felt his hands sliding under her bum and his cock at her dripping entrance.

"Look at me, Molly," Sebastian murmured.

She lifted her eyes to his, mesmerized by the warmth and heat in them. "Seb…"

He pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much."

"I love you too," she whispered. "And if that's a proposal-"

"It is."

"Then my answer is yes."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue surging into her mouth as his cock surged inside her, filling her and stretching her fully. Molly clung to him, breaking the kiss to bury her face in his shoulder.

"Oh God," she murmured breathlessly. "You're huge…"

Seb chuckled weakly. "And you, Schnecke, are tiny and so fucking wet and tight… God, I could come right now but I want to make this good for you."

"You already have." Her body adjusted to him and she kissed and licked his neck.

He took the hint and started to thrust in and out, slowly at first then faster and harder as her moans drove him on. She climaxed shouting his name just moments before he found his own completion, both of them left shaky and breathless.

"You, Molly Hooper," Seb murmured once he caught his breath again, "are going to be the death of me."

She grinned at him. "Does that mean you want to call off the engagement?"

He grinned back. "It means I want us to elope."

"Works for me."