for creating-genius
Sherlock: ...
Molly: *panting; sorting out her clothes*
Sherlock: Shhhh...
Molly: *frowns; whispering* Shut up...we were almost caught...
Sherlock: *smirks*
Molly: *still whispering* Are they still out there?
Sherlock: *listening* I can hear John...Mary...Anderson...jesus, that's all we need.
Molly: We could just...go out there.
Sherlock: *frowns; looks around the destroyed room* Oh, yes, that would be fantastic; we both step out of the supply cupboard at the same time looking like this. I think even John would be able to deduce what we've been up to.
Molly: Well, we can't stay in here forever...they're going to go looking for us.
Sherlock: *peering through the keyhole* Oh.
Molly: What?
Sherlock: *squinting* They've found your bra.
Molly: *mortified* Oh, great.
Sherlock: Odd. I thought I had it with me when you dragged me in here.
Molly: *pushes him out of the way* Let me see.
Sherlock: *shrugs* Tell them you planned a shower after your shift.
Molly: *looking* Yeah but that's going to be a little harder to explain.
Sherlock: ...the riding crop?
Molly: ...and the handcuffs sticking out of your coat *stands up; smiling* Handcuffs?
Sherlock: In case we had time.
Molly: *mumbling; wraps her arms around his neck* You're a kinky sod...at my work?
Sherlock: I don't care about location, Mrs. Holmes *kisses Molly passionately* I like that our marriage is secret.
Molly: You get off on it, more like. You just-
Mary: Are you guys coming out or not?
Sherlock: ...
Molly: ...
Sherlock: I told you you were loud.
