Hey, I'm back with the final chapter and I am so glad that you guys have enjoyed it. I'm sorry if I haven't been very good at responding to reviews recently but I've been back at work and the start of term is always full on. I have read every one though and your continued support keeps me writing so thank you xx

Chapter 17

He put down his cup and stood up before making his way around the breakfast bar to join her in the kitchen.

'I'm so sorry that I was such a dick to you when we got back here. I have no excuses. It was me being childish and stubborn and stupid and I'm sorry that I hurt you.'

Molly could feel tears threatening to fall at hearing him saying those words that she'd always longed to hear from him...and also to hear how contrite he was about how he'd hurt her.

'Does this mean that you aren't ashamed for your friends to know that we're together?'

He smiled at her. 'So we are still together then? I haven't lost you?'

She rolled her eyes and put her hand against his cheek. 'No of course not. You could never lose me...never...you're stuck with me whether you like it or not.'

'I like it...I definitely like it.' He swept her towards him with one arm around her back and as he bent to kiss her Molly felt herself relaxing for the first time in almost two days. She hadn't been with him for long but already it had felt wrong to be apart for so long.

The kiss deepened and Molly knew she could easily let it become something more but she could also feel the scrape of stubble under her palm and it made her remember just how tired he looked. She also recalled John saying he probably hadn't slept last night and she didn't want his health suffering for the sake of a quick shag.

'Come on, you need some sleep, you might as well stay here.'

She picked up her hot chocolate and took his hand and started to make her way to the bedroom with Sherlock grumbling behind her.

'Do we have to? Your bed is uncomfy and I hate your duvet covers...they always have kittens on them. Anyway...I can think of other things I'd rather be doing.'

She smiled back at him. 'I know you can but you look like you're about to drop. I'm not going anywhere so you can wake me up however you like once you've had some sleep.'

Sherlock scrunched up his nose but he didn't protest any further and Molly knew that was a sign of just how tired he was now. The adrenaline of the case and his jealousy had carried him this far but he didn't have any more reserves left.

They both got ready for bed, Molly already in her nightdress and Sherlock just shrugging out of his clothes and sliding into the bed temptingly naked. She rolled onto her side and Sherlock folded himself around her hugging her to him and as she fell asleep she couldn't ever remember feeling happier.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

She awoke the next day just after eight. Sherlock was on his back with his face turned away from her but she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest and even though she was tempted to wake him up, given how tired he had been, she decided to let him carry on sleeping and getting some rest.

As carefully as she could she slid out of the bed and caught hold of her dressing gown before quietly making her way out of the bedroom and pulling the door shut behind her.

She spent the next hour drinking tea and catching up with reading her book and she was just starting to think about having a shower when she heard Sherlock leaving the bedroom and making his way to the bathroom.

She couldn't help the swoop of her stomach at the fact that he was awake and she made her way into the kitchen to stick on the kettle for his morning coffee.

She'd just sat back down on the settee whilst she waiting for it to boil when she heard Sherlock coming into the front room. What surprised her though was that he was both angry and stark naked.

'What? What's the matter?'

He stalked over to her. 'I'll tell you what's the matter...the matter is I woke up alone. The matter is that you didn't wake me when you awoke.'

By now she'd stood up and he was right in front of her but what she didn't expect was for him to scoop her legs from under her as he lifted her bridal style and started to march back towards the bedroom.

She let out a squeak followed by a giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck loving the look of stern determination of his face.

'I didn't think you'd want me to disturb you...I thought you'd want more sleep.'

His face finally softened and he raised an eyebrow. 'Well you thought wrong.'

He finally let her down onto her feet once they were back in her bedroom and as he pulled her close he bent his head to kiss her. His body felt lean and muscular and strong against her own and it sent a trickle of lust snaking down through her body. She opened her mouth to him and he immediately used his tongue to twist around her own eliciting a moan of pure need that she hadn't expected to make.

He must have felt or heard it because he slid his hands down to her backside and then picked her up making her instinctively wrap her legs around his slim hips. She could feel him hard between her thighs and it just made her want him even more.

Carefully he took a step forward and he eased them both down onto the bed until she could feel the weight of him pressing onto her. A moment later she felt his hand between their bodies, his long fingers starting to delve and explore her quim.

'Mmm, you feel so wet.'

He kissed down her throat as he let two fingers slide into her whilst the heel of his palm pressed against her clit...she felt him rocking his hips against her simulating sex and before too long it all became too much for her and she came, noisily crying out his name knowing that he loved hearing it.

He shifted to one side and she watched as he withdrew his hand and sucked his two fingers clean, closing his eyes and humming in delight and she giggled. She'd never had a guy be so vocal and open about enjoying the taste of her. He made her feel sexy and desirable in a way that she just hadn't ever expected from him.

She pushed at his shoulders indicating that she wanted him on his back and he duly obliged taking her with him so she ended up straddling him. She could feel the hard length of him under her and she teased them both by sliding herself along it as she undid the belt of her dressing gown.

His eyes as he looked up at her were hooded with desire and she knew she would never tire of seeing him like this, of being with him and having sex with him. He was everything she had ever wanted...even with his addictions and his faults. She knew him and still loved him.

She let the gown slide off her arms and she threw it to one side; then she squealed in shock as he surged up into a sitting position, bending her back slightly so his mouth could cover her breast. She could feel his breath hot against her skin through the thin material of her nightdress; the scrape of his teeth and the dampness of his tongue. It seemed to connect directly to her core and she could feel desire building once more and she knew she'd come again before too long. Was it that he knew her body so well or was it that she'd craved him for so long? She wasn't sure which it was or whether it was both and she didn't really care.

His hands pushed the material up her sides and he broke off his ministrations just long enough to remove it and discard it somewhere then his hands were back on her now naked skin. She loved how they seemed to span her waist or cover her breasts or her backside.

She didn't want to wait any longer and so she reached between them and took hold of him, raising herself up on her knees until she could feel him breaching her entrance and starting to fill her. She took her time, enjoying the slight burn as he stretched and filled her.

He fell back onto the bed and she leant over him starting to find her rhythm, his hands and his mouth alternating on her breasts. She knew that neither of them would last long but it didn't matter...they had their whole lives ahead of them. She was in no doubt now that that is how this would play out. She knew that their biggest barrier had been him discovering and then acknowledging his feelings and now he had she also knew him well enough to know that he would commit himself to her 100% just as he did with all his vices and passions. He would be as addicted to her as he had been to drugs.

One of his hands moved to the base of her spine pressing her against him so her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone and she could feel her orgasm rising. He seemed to sense the moment it started to break and he bit down on her nipple balancing between pain and pleasure in a way that made her mind explode as her climax washed over her in wave after wave. Her movements faltered and she felt him take over, thrusting up into her until he came with a loud cry.

Epilogue

It had been just over two years since Molly and Sherlock had returned from their self made rehab and Molly's life couldn't be any better. She reflected on this briefly as she looked down the aisle and tried to steady her nerves before starting the long walk.

It was however a wedding that she would never in her wildest dreams have anticipated and it was completely unlike her own wedding to Sherlock eighteen months previous which had taken place in a registry office close to Baker St with just John, Mrs Hudson and Mycroft in attendance. She chuckled as she remembered Mycroft's warnings about how angry Sherlock's mother would be but they'd just wanted a quiet, intimate gathering.

This wedding was huge, in a church with lots of people who were now watching as Molly started to make her way down the aisle.

It had all come about when she'd had her friend Abby come to stay whilst she still had her old flat. She worried that Baker St would be inaccessible and she'd promised to invite her old friend to London.

They'd had fun sight seeing and shopping. Molly had almost forgotten all the things London had to offer and it had been fun seeing it through the eyes of a tourist. On the day before Abby was meant to be going home she and Molly and Sherlock had gone along to a Scotland Yard booze up in one of the Westminster pubs. It had been there that Abby had met Anderson and the rest as they say was history. Their attraction had been almost instant and although Abby had left the next day she was back in London two weeks later, staying at Molly's flat initially but soon spending more time at Philip's until Sherlock had just rolled his eyes and commented that they should just get on with it and move in together. And so she had. Anderson had had his flat adapted to accommodate Abby's disability and although Sherlock had never said anything Molly knew he had helped him out financially to make the changes.

So here she was as bridesmaid following her friend down the aisle ready to marry Philip Anderson. She caught Sherlock's eye and smiled and she had to actively stop her hand from dropping to her stomach. She was ten weeks pregnant and it was still a secret that only the two of them shared...she liked that no one else knew yet but she knew they'd have to start telling people soon.

Sherlock had been drug free ever since their time away and she was confident that he would stay that way now. Since they had got together he'd been calmer, more resilient and less irritable (though double dates with Abby and Anderson had tested that to the limit somewhat). Love suited him...it suited both of them. She was as addicted to him as he was to her and she always would be.

And there we shall leave them. I hope you liked the little love twist for Abby at the end. I was a bit mean to Anderson in a previous fic and I wanted to make it up to him because I do like him really.

Anyway, send me some love and review and I'll do my best to return with another fic before too long...though I do seem to have a lot of WIPs and not much close to being finished at the moment. Until then...take care xx