So cumberbabeusa mentioned that she'd had a bad week, and that she wouldn't mind some Sherlolly goodness, so here you go ^^
When Sherlock woke up a smile spread across his face as he remembered just what had happened between Molly and himself last night.
He turned his head looking down at the small pathologist wrapped up in his arms, her head tugged snugly against his throat, and her even breath like warm honey drifting slowly through his bloodstream.
He was still drowsy, they had after all been up quite late, but he was content with watching her sleeping, although as she moved slightly against him, her soft, naked skin brushing over his, he got the sudden urge to wake her from her slumber.
There was a giggle, âyouâre thinking too loud Sherlock, and I need sustenance before Iâm up for another round,â her newly found courage around him, made him chuckle deeply as he watched her get out of the bed, letting the sheet drop, displaying the milky white skin of her bum.
She picked up his shirt from last night, the purple one, her favourite, and tugged it on before leaving Sherlock alone in his room, no doubt going on a hunt for some sort of eatable food.
Sherlock decided to get up and assist Molly on her quest.
He walked out of his room after heâd donned his robe, the blue one, it was the softest. He watched Molly from the door, puckering around, searching through the cabinets for a mug.
He walked up behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist, and his other arm grabbed out for the cabinet to the left of them, quickly procuring two mugs for coffee.
Molly turned in his arms, planted a chaste kiss in the hollow of his neck, and went to take a seat as she waited for the water to boil.
Sherlock moved to her side, gesturing for her to stand up so he could sit there as well, she giggle a little at his obvious attempt to cuddle, and even though he denied it, he knew he couldnât really hide anything from her, his Molly.
Theyâd been a long time coming, the two of them, but he knew theyâd needed the time, heâd needed it to actually figure out that he truly was in love with her, and sheâd needed it to turn into more than just a school girl crush.
Then heâd gone away, sheâd gotten engaged, and so many other things had happened.
Heâd gotten rid of Moriarty, once and for all, and again it was only due to Molly heâd been able to do so.
Sheâd been underestimated again, Moriarty hadnât bothered to tie her up when heâd taken her, nor had he bothered to bring one of his minions with him, Molly had given him a solid kick in the crotch, thrusted her hand upward, breaking his nose, and just for good measure, sheâd kicked him again.
So to be fair, he hadnât even gotten rid of Moriarty, Molly had.
Sherlock remembered getting a call from Lestrade, Sherlock had feared the worst when the only word he heard uttered from the DI was âMollyâ Sherlock had gone straight to NSY only to find Molly safely tucked into one of Georgeâs chairs, fast asleep.
In the end he had been so relieved that he simply pulled her out of the chair, and planted his lips solidly on hers.
Sherlock had heard Lestrade muttering âfinallyâ when heâd left with Molly, his arm wrapped securely over her shoulder.
Theyâd fallen into each others arms as soon as they stepped into Baker Street, and had ultimately been up very late, but eventually falling asleep so close together every little part of their bodies touched.
âWhen are you planning on moving in? I realise itâll take some time to pack all of your stuff, but iâll have Mycroft find someone to help. Iâll turn 221C into a lab; we really shouldnât have one up here when we have children.â
Sherlock went silent when Molly started giggling, âyouâve thought about that,â she said as she turned to face him, wearing a noticeable smirk, âhow many are we having, Mr. I donât do sentiment.â
Sherlock rolled his eyes, silencing Molly with a kiss, sheâd gotten her coffee, and if they were going to have the three kids heâd envision, theyâd better start as quickly as humanly possible, he decided.
