A/N: M-rated Sherlolly chapter. I was going for sweet with a little heat.

Chapter 32

London

John was waiting for them at Baker Street. He embraced Molly warmly while glancing over at Sherlock, who surprisingly seemed happy. "Molly, it's good to see you. I'm so glad you're okay."

"It's good to see you too," she hugged him back. "I'm sorry for all the worry I caused."

Leaning in to whisper in her ear. "He really loves you, Molly."

She smiled at Sherlock over John's shoulder. "I know." She pulled back and looked at John. "Are you okay with this?" She asked him quietly.

"Yes. I've always known how you felt about him, and I know why you didn't tell me he was alive." His genuine smile lightened Molly's guilt.

"Thank you, John. I mean it."

She kissed John on the cheek as Sherlock cleared his throat impatiently. "Alright, alright, that's enough with the kissing and hugging of my future wife." He waved his hand dismissively in front of him, making John and Molly laugh. John stepped away and Sherlock put his arm around her waist possessively.

John motioned over his shoulder towards the kitchen. "Mrs. Hudson left some food for you. I have to meet Mary, but I just wanted to welcome you home, Molly." John headed towards the door. "And Sherlock…please remember what we discussed."

"How could I forget with all of your incessant nagging?"

Molly elbowed him in the ribs.

"Sorry," Sherlock said apologetically, with only a touch of annoyance. He was too busy staring at her lips while he circled slowly to her front.

John just shook his head and winked at Molly. As he closed the door, he called back, "Have fun you two! Condoms are on the nightstand."

Molly giggled at the thought of John having to take care of such mundane yet personal things for Sherlock, but she guessed he'd always been in charge of the day to day needs for the pair. Now that John had moved in with Mary, Molly realized she would have to take care of all of those little details of life for Sherlock. She found herself strangely looking forward to it.

"I thought he'd never leave," Sherlock said, throwing his coat onto a nearby chair. He pulled her up against him and captured her lower lip between his. Feeling her relax into his embrace, he deepened the kiss and slipped her jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His fingertips lightly brushed over the sides of her neck, then her shoulders, then over the sides of her breasts as he watched the sensations play across her face. Sherlock was quite pleased to see her pupils dilate and her breathing become rapid and shallow. The smile he gave her was hungry and full of the certainty that he would soon have her. He pulled her shirt up and over her head while they both kicked off their shoes. "Now would be a good time to tell me to stop if you have any reservations," he said, running his thumbs across the soft skin of her waist as he pulled her flush against him.

"Mmmm… probably should. I need a shower." She disentangled herself from his grasp and sauntered off towards the bathroom, letting her jeans drop to the floor on the way. Sherlock stared at her, incredulous that she would deny him, but she paused at the bathroom door and crooked her finger at him, smiling. "Aren't you going to join me, Sherlock?"

He covered the distance in a few short strides. "You're teasing me," he nearly growled into her ear as he captured her hips in his hands and kissed her, his tongue delving into the depths of her mouth.

Once his lips moved to her neck, she said, "of course I am. The anticipation makes it better." She spun around and turned on the hot water, which exposed her back to Sherlock's touch. His agile fingertips traced long lines up and down her skin, then deftly popped the clasp of her bra, which fluttered to the floor. He pulled her back against his chest and inhaled the sweet smell of the skin between her neck and shoulder. Being significantly taller, he had an unparalleled view down the front of her body, including how her nipples tightened with the lightest of touches. Molly rested her head back against his shoulder, giving him full access to her breasts as she sighed and closed her eyes.

"I take back every unflattering comment I ever made about your body. I was wrong to ever say so. You are perfect."

"Thank you, Sherlock." His apology helped alleviate her lingering doubts. "Be glad I won't take back anything I ever thought about yours…"

After brushing the tips of his thumbs over her nipples several times, he was rewarded with a small moan. She raised her hands above her head, putting them around his neck as she pulled him down for a kiss, but she abruptly broke the contact when he began rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "Oh, God, yes," she cried out as he pinched harder, watching every nuance of her body telling him how much she wanted more. Her hips rolled back against his already rock-hard cock, but she arched her back into his hands as she surrendered her body to him. He'd never dreamed that his shy, innocent Molly could have concealed such a deep and wanton lust for him, or that he could ever make her react this way.

Steam poured from the shower as his fingers dipped below the thin piece of lace that was the last impediment to having her completely naked before him. He was delighted to find her panties soaked and her core dripping wet. "Oh, Molly…" he said in that deep, low baritone that made her grind her pelvis against his hand in the hopes of more contact. He accommodated her for a few seconds before he pulled his hand back and stepped away from her. She stomped her foot in frustration as she turned around, but Sherlock had already reached around her to turn off the water.

"What are you…" He cut her off by picking her up and carrying her swiftly out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He roughly pulled the sheets back before setting her down and carefully settling her head against the pillow, then he stood back and admired her there.

"Yes, you most definitely belong in my bed, Mrs. Holmes." He crawled up her body with a predatory look in his eyes. "I look forward to having you here many, many times in the very near future." He slipped her underwear down and off her legs, following them with his own.

"I hope so, but I think you've made me wait quite long enough, don't you?" Her hand closed around his length and she stroked him slowly from tip to base and back again. When he threw his head back and groaned, thrusting into her hand, she closed her lips around one of his nipples and sucked. She was rewarded with a few drops of precum which she brought to her lips.

Sherlock watched, fascinated, as she licked her thumb, obviously enjoying the taste. "You have no idea what you do to me, how much I want to be inside you." His hand found her wet folds and he watched her face as he slid first one finger, then a second inside of her. He began a slow rhythm that matched that of her hand on his cock, the heel of his hand against her clit, and once she began bucking her hips against his hand, he leaned down and captured a nipple with his mouth. He licked the peak before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking until she cried out and moved both hands to his head to hold him there.

"Please, Sherlock, I'm so close. Be inside me when I come." He looked at her questioningly, then at the box of condoms John had left for them, but Molly shook her head. "No need. We're good on the… ah…" He settled himself between her legs and kissed her deeply as he slowly slid into her, letting her feel every inch of him as he pushed into that tight, slick heat until he was completely buried within her.

Sherlock stilled, trying to control himself. He wanted this to last just a little bit longer for both of them. He took her hand and interlaced their fingers. When their eyes locked, Molly knew she was looking at the real man, the one behind all the walls, all the manipulations. "I love you," he whispered as he started moving, quickly building his pace as he gave himself to the overwhelming sensation. She was hot, and soft, and so desperate for him as he thrust himself into her.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her legs around him and matching his movements. They kissed deeply, searching each other's mouths until Sherlock felt her inner walls clamping down around him, "Please don't stop," she begged him sweetly, pushing him over the edge as he shouted her name. She followed a second later, holding him fully inside of her as she came undone. He collapsed on top of her for a moment to catch his breath, then rolled them both so that she lay on top of him, his softening cock still inside her.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, his voice shaky. "Please don't ever leave me again, Molly. Stay here and be my wife. Promise me you won't leave."

She knew at that moment just how hard it had been for him to trust, to expose himself to the possibility of pain and loss. She kissed him tenderly. "I promise, Sherlock, I promise."

The tension left his face, and he loosened his grip on her and closed his eyes, appreciating the feel of her in his arms. His sweet Molly.

"You're supposed to promise me the same thing, you know," she said, her fingertips playing across the muscles of his chest.

He held her face in his hands and brushed his lips across hers. "I will never leave you again. I promise. I am yours forever."

THE END

A/N: If anyone is interested, I wrote this story to Sara Bareilles' album "The Blessed Unrest". For those of you familiar with it, you may see the little references. For those of you not familiar with it, become familiar with it soon.