Hi, I just read everything you wrote on ao3 and I love your writing style. You are a very talented writer! Are you still taking prompts? If so, 26 "I'm stuck! Help me!" and/or 37 "I had a dream about you". Thank you!
I combined these two with a request from an anon; they just kind of all flowed together in a way that worked. ETA: Thank you <3
âIâm stuck! Help me!â/ âI had a dream about youâ/ âTake off your shirt.â/ âYouâre never this quiet, whatâs wrong?â/ âYou donât hate me, quit lying to yourself.â
âYou want me to crawl in there?âMolly repeated flatly.
âThat is what I said, yes. Torch.â Â Sherlock held out said torch with one of his crinklysmiles.
âItâs official. Â I hate you.â
âYou donât hate me, quit lyingto yourself.  Itâs perfectly safe, I would have phoned Archie, butheâs got some kind of sports⌠match⌠thing, and youâre the nextsmallest person I know.â
Molly grabbed the torch with a scowland crawled into the dumbwaiter. Â "If I get trapped, you betternot forget and leave me in here until some workman finds my skeletonin twenty years.â
âYou wonât get trapped, up yougo,â he said, pushing on her bum rather unnecessarily. Â Git.
*
âSo I meanâŚâ
âJust needs some oil,âSherlock grunted, pulling down on the door of the dumbwaiter with allhis weight.
âAnd you donât carry that withyou, too? Â Youâve got everything else in your coat, itâs likeBatmanâs utility belt. Â Probably have shark repellent in there,âshe muttered the last bit to herself.
*
âYou should be able to wiggle outthrough the opening. Â Once you get your arms out Iâll help youthrough,â he said, peering in at her through the eight-inch gapin the doors. Â The oil had helped a little bit, but obviously notenough.
âYouâre kidding me, right?â
He looked at her blankly.
She resisted the urge to shine thetorch in his eyes. Â She sighed; nothing for it. Â She handed him herphone and the torch and went out arms-first, managing to get her headand shoulders through the opening.
âIâm stuck! Help me!â Â
Sherlock pulled on her arms, but shecouldnât get past her chest, the irony of which was not lost on her. He opened his mouth and she gave him a look that promised eternaltorment if he said any variation of what she knew he was going to.
âTake off your shirt,â hesaid instead.
âIâwhâ?â
âYour jumper, itâs too bulky. Back in you get, hand it out to me and try again. Â Shoes too. Â Andtry facing up this time, not looking at the floor.â
*
âOil.â
âYes. Â Iâll get your back, you canget your, um,â he gestured vaguely to his chest.
âThis is a new bra, Iâve only wornit twice!â
âGoing to need to lose that, too. We want gravity to work with usâŚâ he cleared his throat andlooked away.  "Probably the trousers, too.  I hesitate to saypants as well, but your bottom is rather⌠round, so preparing forthe eventuality ofââ
âShut. Â Up. Â Give me the goddamnoil,â she gritted out, passing her bra out through the opening.
*
âSo you stripped to your pantsbecauseâŚâ
âMy shirt cost ÂŁ200,Iâm not going to ruin it. Â Iâm not even going to bother telling youwhat the suit cost.â
âWhenI get out of here, Iâm going to murder you. Â Violently.â
âIsnow really the appropriate time for flirting?â he deadpanned,wrapping his arms around her ribs just below her breasts and pulling.
âIhad a dream about you. Â In it, you shutup,â she grunted,the edge of the dumbwaiter door scraping the skin of her bum ratherpainfully. Â
*
âYouârenever this quiet, whatâs wrong?â
âIâmsitting in a cab wearing only a sheet that smells like dust and catwee after recreating the birth experience from an infantâsperspective.â
âYoucouldâve got dressed again.â
âIâmcovered in cod liver oil from a bottle that Iâm fairly certainmanaged to make it through both wars. Â My wardrobe might not cost thesame as the GDP of Micronesia, but I rather like my clothing anddidnât want to have to bin it.â
âWell,at least we solved the case, thatâs the important thing,âSherlock said, very deliberately looking out the window.
*
âSoit was actually dwarves?â Greg asked. Â Always better to letSherlock do the weird ones, he thought; even if he didnât get thecredit, at least he didnât get a reputation for being out there.
âIthink âlittle peopleâ is the preferred term. Â And yes, secret passagebetween floors. Â Lord Fitzsimmons was famous for keeping trainedprimates of various species, used them as servants, built a networkof passages all through the house for them. Â Rather ingenious, thoughprobably wouldnât go over too well with the animal rights crowd thesedays,â Sherlock said.
Mollycleared her throat; she stood in the doorway between the kitchen andthe lounge with a sour look on her face, her hair wrapped in a toweland swimming in one of Sherlockâs t-shirts and a pair of his boxershorts. Â She held up a tube of ointment and glared. Â
Lestradelooked between the two of them. Â "Well, Iâll just, ah, go getthis written up, then,â he said, backing towards the door. Â Hedidnât have the full story about how she got out of the dumbwaiter,he was sure, but he had a very good idea that it hadnât beenpleasant. Â Much as heâd like a front-row seat to Sherlock taking hislumps, he didnât want to inadvertently get caught in the crossfire.
âYes,seems I have rather a lot of arse to kiss after today,âmuttered, seeing him out.
âLiterallyor figuratively?â Greg shot, hoping to catch him off-guardenough to get a candid answer and finally answer thatquestion. Â The betting pool wasnât as big, but twenty quid was twentyquid.
âIcan hear you both, you know,â Molly said. Â "And so help meGod if you insinuate one more time that I have a big arseââ
âFiguratively,then,â Greg said, just before Sherlock gave him a tight smileand closed the door in his face.
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When John was giving sherlock the relationship speech it all fit Molly, sad that he always misses something isn't it? HC until sunday: the "I love you" was sherlock finally taking John's advice!
Woudnât that be nice? Somehow I think it has more to with Eurus than with Molly, though.
So I just couldnât think of anythingfunny for this one. Â I tried. Â Instead, a kind of navel-gazey/ultra-fluffy vignette from the Tom-verse happened. Â Iâve been pickingaway at another big relationship piece (slowly, because of theficlets and lack of direction) and I was having serious Janine feelstoday.
âIâm not the jealous type, I swearâ/ âNobody needs fake friendsâ
âSo I couldnât get any reallythick callouses, but I did get some heel skin, which is comparable intexâoh, sorry, I didnât know you had a client!â Molly said,backing out the door.
âNot a client,â Sherlock saidloudly enough for her to hear on the landing while she let herself inthrough the kitchen. Â "Old friend.â
Molly shoved the bag in the biohazardsection of the fridge and unlooped her scarf as she went into thelounge to at least say hello to this friend before she disappearedback into the bathroom. Â 2.0 had been tap-dancing on her bladder theentire way from work to Baker Street.
"Oh,â she said, unable tohide her reaction. Â
It was Sherlockâs ex. Â The Bridesmaidwith curves like a road through the Alps, not Belle de Jour. Â ThankGod.
âHi!â Â She smiled and waved,looking like sheâd just stepped off this monthâs cover of Confident,Successful Women Every Man Alive Ever Would Want To Shag And ThenMarry. Â Molly feltfrumpy, swollen, and very tired.
âMolly, Janine, Janine, Molly,âSherlock introduced. Â He didnât look particularly uncomfortable,though maybe a bit impatient.
âI remember. Â From the papers,âMolly said. Â She realized how snippy she sounded as it came out. âAnd we um, met at Mary and Johnâs wedding that time.â
âOh, right, your ah, date hadtheââ she mimed overhanded stabbing ââmeat knifetheory.â
Sherlock rolled his eyes so hard hiseyelids fluttered; for some reason he still took Tomâs good-naturedidiocy as a personal affront.
Molly took off her coat and laid itover the back of Johnâs chair. Â Janineâs eyes went wide. Â "OhGod, you arenât still with him, are you?â she blurted, eyeingMollyâs third-trimester belly.
"Oh no, noââ
âItâs mineââ Sherlock andMolly answered at the same time.
Janine was speechless for a moment,then laughed. Â "Congratulations, then. Â Who knew ya had it inya, Sherl?â
"Well, I actually putit in her, thatâs how these things happen,â Sherlockmuttered, annoyed, raising his eyebrows and looking away beforegiving Janine a tight smile. Â "Thank you,â he said.
"So, ah, what brings you here,anyway?â Molly asked, one hand absently dropping to her bellyand the other pressing on her lower back as 2.0 decided to do asomersault. Â
âBack in town for a businessmeeting and thought Iâd get a bit of a top-up on my revenge for Sherlbeinâ such a bastard,â Janine said brightly.
âBecause making piles of money bydragging me through the tabloids wasnât enough, apparently.â
Molly caught herself making a face asJanine looked at her; she blurted, âIâm not the jealous type,I swear! Â Itâs, ah, itâs all in the past, anyway,â she tittered.
It was a lie; she still thought abouthow good Sherlock had looked with Janine and how Mollyherself should have been the one joined at the hip with himthat day and how much fun they could have had and it wouldnât havebeen a sad, miserable experience for either of them. Â She tried notto think about those what-ifs, though. Â And she really tried not tothink about all the lies that had been in the papers and what peoplethought they knew about him. Â She was in a good place with Sherlock,together in a proper, affectionate, committed relationship (well,sort-of) and two months away from parenthood.
Janine laughed it off; mirthâeithergenuine or at least convincingâseemed to be her default. Â "GuessI wonât be writinâ that book, then,â she joked.
"The Unauthorized Biography ofSherlock Holmes, sure that would be a scintillating read,âSherlock muttered.
ââS funny, though, ya really findout who your real friends are after ya have your fifteen minutes,âJanine said, tilting her head and widening her eyes a bit, makingthat kind of face women everywhere made when something actuallyreally hurt and it wasnât something to be denied or made light of,but it was the expected thing to do anyway. Â
Molly felt a pang of sympathy despiteherself. Â "Nobody needs fake friends, anyway,â she said,bizarrely feeling the need to show some kind of solidarity with theother woman (who was, in her mind, still kind of The Other Woman;nothing was ever simple). Â Molly lost almost all her friends to herbreakup with Tom, even if there wasnât really any animosity oranything after the initial split. Â Being alone sucked.
After the lull went on for just a bittoo long, Molly excused herself to the loo; she took a bit longerthan was necessary just to do a little bit of tidying in case Janinehad to use the toilet before she left. Â Not that she had to impressher or anything, it wasnât even her flat and therefore didnât reflecton her as a woman at all. Â Except it did, it always did, and it wasjust silly.
*
"You could have texted me,âMolly said after she heard the front door close.
âI didnât have time. Â You wereprobably walking out of the station when Mrs. Hudson let her in.â
She levelled him with a Look.
âFine, yes, Iâm sorry, I shouldhave warned youâfor all the good it would have doneâand shouldanything similar happen again I will do so,â he said, soundingjust as annoyed as she felt.
She really didnât want to start a row. It wasnât really his fault (well, not Janineâs visit, everything elsewas still complicated, though). Â She could either let it bother herthe rest of the night or she could start the process of unwindingafter a long day made unexpectedly longer; she chose the only optionshe had the energy for.
He must have seen her posture shift andhe walked over to her from where heâd been hovering near the door ofthe lounge. Â He bent down and kissed her hello and laid a hand on herbelly, a thing theyâd been doing for months now but still hadnât gotold.
*
âYou were lying earlier,âSherlock murmured after theyâd settled into bed. Â
Theyâd decided it wasnât worth the tripback to her flat just to sleep and she had clothes and things there;there probably wouldnât be many more nights like this after the babycame. Â They hadnât discussed it, but it was fairly obvious theyâd beliving out of her flat, since that was far and away where they spentthe most time anyway.
âOh? Â What was I lying about?â
âYou are the jealous type.â
âTakes one to know one,â shesaid archly, craning her neck to look over her shoulder at him.
âI am not. Â Who would Ihave to be jealous of?â he asked breezily. Â
They flirted more now than they everhad before sheâd got pregnant. Â If they were any other couple and shehad to witness it, sheâd die gagging, but it made her happy, so shemade an exception.
âYou were so jealous of Tom yougot me pregnant through sheer force of will.â
âI believe youâll find I got youpregnant through sheer lack of will. Â And prematureejaculation.â
Molly laughed; it was true enough, butshe never had cause to complain about his performance.
âI overwhelmed you with mycharms,â she said dryly.
âYou did,â he said, droppinga kiss to her shoulder. Â "I believe Iâm finding myself a bitoverwhelmed right this moment.â
Molly turned onto her back with someeffort, smiling and pulling Sherlock closer. Â Sometimes a littlejealousy was a good thing, she thought as he kissed her. Â The resultsspoke for themselves.
âAre you alright?â Sherlockasked, looking up from his phone to see that Molly had gone pale,looking past his shoulder to the front of the cafe.
âItâs Tom,â she said.
âOh.â Â He thought for amoment it was something interesting, like a group of Russian mobsterswith automatic weapons or maybe a rampaging lion escaped from thezoo. Â "Is he with anyone?â
âSome bloke in a business suit,probably a client or a new employee or something,â she said,sliding down in her seat as much as she could. Â
âMolly, youâre not a heroine in arom-com, youâre going to slide off the chair and end up flat on yourarse on the floor. Â Here, hold my hand so he gets jealous.â
âDo you even listen to yourself?âshe hissed, straightening and lacing her fingers with his over thetable.
He let his expression soften intosomething affectionate, besotted; it was the way he felt around hermost of the time anyway, so it wasnât hard to fake. Â "Thereâs afine line between cliche and classic,â he flirted. Â "Youcould make a bit more of an effort.â
Molly gave him a flat look that spoketo just how unimpressed she was, which actually worked rather well inits own way because itâs a look heâd seen her direct at The Ex ratherfrequently.
âSo weâre actually doing this? You know this is exactly why he and I split in the first place.â
âNo, you split because he was aninsufferable dullard and quantity didnât make up for quality in thebedroom.â Â At her incredulous look, he added, âYour words,not mine.â
âMy words to Mary Watson,âshe gritted out. Â "Fuck-fuck-fuck, here he comes.â
"Thatâs what she saiââ Molly kicked him under the table. Â Hard.
âMolly, hi,â Tom enthused,loping over to the table like a poodle on stilts. Â "Sherlock,âhe smiled, sticking out his hand.
Nothing for it, he supposed, slippinghis hand from Mollyâs (rather conspicuously) and standing to shakeTomâs hand and be introduced to his very dull, boring,non-Russian-mafia-or-zookeeper shadow. Â Molly got a very quick,polite hug and a handshake from the [something finance, bankerâshours, has a car, boring boring boring] probably-school-friend.
Introductions; oh, your name is Tomtoo, oh Thom with an âhâ, haha; small talk small talk; yes, we werejust at the British Museum, Molly was looking over some bones with acolleague, even ancient murders can shed light on modern forensics;The Work is always interesting, always something new; oh, youâve beenkeeping up with the blog, John does so love to exaggerate, hahaha;yes yes, good to see you again. Â His face felt like it was going tofall off from all the plastic smiles. Â Tom and other-Thom moved tofind themselves a table and Molly almost collapsed with the relief ofit.
"You could have put your armaround me or something,â Molly said after they were safely outof earshot.
âThat would oversell it, make melook insecure. Â Obviously I have nothing to be insecure about,considering I won. Â Iâm a gracious winner.â
âRight, because you never gloatabout anything. Â Like the time you won Uno. Â Or Snakes and Ladders. Or Battleship, which you only won because you cheated.â
âEveryone cheats at Battleship. Itâs like poker, itâs all about the bluff.â
She gave him another Look, so he tookher hand again. Â He was keeping an eye on the Toms-squared just tomake sure they were watching. Â They werenât. Â The Ex didnât reallyeven seem to care, too absorbed in his old school friend to noticemuch of anything.
She didnât need to know that. Â Shecouldnât see them, after all. Â "You could fawn over me a bit,âhe said.
"What about not overselling it?â
âWell I couldnât oversellit, but itâs almost expected of you. Â You want to show youâve movedon so youâll overcompensate to prove it. Â Itâs what you do.â
âDo I?â she asked, cockingher head an raising her eyebrows in a way that said he was skating onthin ice.
â'Jim wasnât my boyfriend, we onlywent out three times, I ended it,ââ he said, doing his bestimpersonation of her. Â It was actually rather good, he thought,almost as good as his John. Â Always harder to nail a falsetto,though.
âYou canât remember GregLestradeâs name, but you can quote something I said three years agoverbatim.â
Bollocks. Â He only remembered becausehis comeback had been particularly witty. Â And because heâdinadvertently committed as much of that day to memory as possible andreplayed it in the two years he was away, as it was a turning pointof sorts. Â Not that he was in any way sentimental about that kind ofthing.
âIt was about Moriarty, Iremembered everything about Moriarty in case it was useful.â Decent save.
âUh huh.â Â She stared at him.
âHe keeps glancing over hereââit was a lie ââyou should do something.â
âLike what? Â Iâm already holdingyour hand. Â Shall I come sit in your lap?â
Oh God yes please. Â "Idonât know, laugh or something. Â Look happy. Â Like you actually wantto be here with me. Â Or maybe just like you donât want to reachacross the table and strangle me.â
"Those three things arenâtmutually exclusive. Â Itâs pretty much its own state of being, theGermans probably have a word for it.â Â
Mollyâs thumb brushed over his, sendinga shiver down his spine that wasnât just from the too-light touch. He chewed the corner of his lip, thinking that now would be eitherthe best or the worst time for The Ex to actually look over at them.
âHave we sat here long enough forit not to be weird if we left?â Molly asked. Â
âYou havenât finished yoursandwich,â he pointed out. Â Really, now that he had the chance,he was going to make the most of it.
âKinda not hungry any longer. Iâll just take it home and finish it later,â she said, slidingher hand free from his to get her handbag. Â She produced an evidencebag and stuffed the rest of her sandwich and chips into it, then tookthe chips he had left on his plate. Â
He was pretty sure she wouldnât do thaton an actual date, but she would in a long-term relationship. Â Heshot a smug look to Tom-and-Tomtoo, but they still werenât payingattention. Â
After they stood, he held out his handfor her to take while Molly twisted and gave The Ex one last littledorky-polite wave (God she was so cute he couldnât stand itsometimes, he just wanted to chew on her head like a lion,whichâoddlyâseemed to be the theme of the day for him, maybe heâdask her to go to the zoo sometime). Â Molly interlaced her fingerswith his and he led her from the cafe with his own parting look toThe Ex; the thinned lips and narrowed eyes were every bit assatisfying as he thought theyâd be.
They didnât get a cab right away; itwas a bit overcast but not too hot for the height of summer andwalking seemed like the thing to do. Â He didnât let her hand drop andMolly didnât pull away; he wasnât going to let himself read too muchinto it. Â Theyâd both pretend theyâd forgot or that it hadnâthappened at all. Â That was alright, though; little victories.
List is here. So far Iâve received asks for 1, 19 23, 28, 38, 51, 77, 93, 102, 109, 122, 146 & 148
I went for the obvious with this one. Set during The Lying Detective, cue the angst. All statistics are entirely made up for maximum effectiveness so please donât feel the need to correct me.
Stress Kills
âI canât stand seeing you like this!âÂ
Molly turned her head and folded her arms tightly across her chest.
Sherlock, who had shucked his coat and sprawled across the gurney as soon as the ambulance doors were shut, blinked rapidly and smirked. âThen sit down,â he said, waving toward the padded bench on the opposite side of the narrow space.
She tightened her fisted hands, fighting the urge to slap the snarkiness out of him. Taking a calming breath - and then three more, each just about as effective as the first - she turned around, lowering her hands to her sides. âFine,â she said through clenched teeth. âLetâs get this, whatever-it-is over with.â
She was wrestling with a pair of nitrile gloves when Sherlockâs hand on her wrist stopped her. She met his gaze, saw what looked like real concern in his eyes. âMolly, you really need to stop worrying so much. Stress accounts for more deaths every year than drug use, did you know that? And I know what Iâm doing, I promise.â
She pulled her hand away, shaking her head sadly. âThatâs what every drug abuser tells themselves, Sherlock. They all think they know what theyâre doing, that theyâre in control, when itâs the furthest thing from the truth.â She didnât bother hiding the sorrow in her own voice as she spoke. âSherlock, I donât even need to examine you to know that youâre in bad shape. Whatever it is you think youâre doing, youâre not going to survive it if you keep on as you are.â
âJust a little longer,â he said, the words sounding very much like a promise - but not one that Molly could find it in herself to hold him to. âThis will all be over very soon. You have my word.â
She shook her head but couldnât stop the tiny flame of hope from flaring any more than she could stop loving the beautiful, heartbreaking man lying across from her.
âRight, then,â was all she said, finally managing to get the glove on her hand. âIn the meantime, letâs get this over with.â
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I'm sorry to ask two questions in a row. Have they announced an airing date yet or are we still guessing it's Christmas?
Nope, they havenât. I wouldnât think weâll get airdates until late October at the earliest, but more likely sometime in November.
Best guess at this point is that TST (wow thatâs honestly just weird to write) will air on New Yearâs Day, as thatâs when the show has premiered for the last three rounds. The 8th and 15th seem most likely for the other two episodes based on the patterns of the s1, s2, and s3, but we donât have confirmation of that.
The Six Thatchers is a case already written on John's blog. I think it was during the SIB timeline. What can this mean? :o
Yep, it is from the ASIB timelineâitâs actually the case Sherlock has pulled up on his laptop when he thinks that the 1895 on the blog counter might be the passcode to Ireneâs phone.
There are plenty of possibilities here as to what that could mean, and lots of speculation is already happening out there about it. The way I see it, there are three main categories of options hereâŚ
1) They revisit the case from the blog.
The most obvious option would be for them to revisit that case in some way. (If you arenât familiar with it, you can read it here.) In my opinion though, the case itself really isnât all that interesting/complicated/whatever to obviously warrant revisiting, and I donât really know whatâs there to build off of. Itâs a fairly straightforward caseâSherlock actually solves it before they even go investigating. It also doesnât seem to go with anything we saw for filming of the first ep. That doesnât mean there couldnât be some connection that we donât know about, but from what we saw it at least wasnât obviously connected with the case on Johnâs blog. However, maybe the connection to it is minimal and spurs something else that happens. Just because we didnât see anything about it from setlock doesnât mean it canât be connected at all.
2) They use the title for a different case about six Thatchers of some sort.
Perhaps they didnât know back in series 2 when they put up that blog post that they would want to use that same title for a separate case on the show some day. That would be similar to what happened with TAB, where they had previously referenced Ricoletti in ASIP. That could explain why none of the setlock stuff weâve seen seems to support revisiting the case from the blog. However, this isnât quite as straightforward as TABâs reuse of Ricoletti either, as The Six Thatchers isnât really an ACD canon reference. The ACD case is The Six Napoleons, of courseâif they had used that title both on the blog and here, Iâd say that it was probably just the same as reusing Ricoletti for TAB. But this is different because theyâre specifically reusing a title that they came up with for content for the show. Itâs not even just unseen filler content for the blog but something actually shown on screen in ASIB, and so I donât know that this is really quite the same as with Ricoletti/TAB. Would they reuse their own title for something else? I donât really know. Maybe.
If they did reuse it, this is where we get plenty of options about what the case could be. It could be something with Margaret Thatcher. (There were previously Thatcher references in THOB, so maybe itâs even connected to that somehow.) It could be something with another character named Thatcher. It could be six people who thatch roofs for all we know. Let the speculation run wildâŚ
3) They use the title, but itâs entirely unconnected to the case in the episode.
Letâs talk about HLV for a second. The title His Last Vow is a play on the ACD canon story His Last Bow. But the episode itself has very little to directly do with the ACD story itâs named for (which is about catching German spies near the start of World War I) and is more obviously connected plot-wise with the Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton. (His Last Bow does give us the east wind reference at the end of the ep but not much more than that.) The title instead points back to the show itself, referencing Sherlockâs âlast vowâ that he made in TSOT where he promises that whatever it takes, whatever happens, heâll always be there for John and Mary. So could The Six Thatchers be similar in that it doesnât point to the case seen in the episode but a reference to something in the past canon of the show? Possibly. It could be called The Six Thatchers but have little to do with the case on Johnâs blog or any case about six Thatchers at all. Unlike with HLV though, that isnât a reference a lot of people are going to easily get, as the case was shown on screen only for a few seconds and not even mentioned by name. And would it even be referencing something important? Sherlockâs vow in TSOT was significant. Is the case on Johnâs blog really that important? Eh, probably not. I think this is the least likely option, but itâs still a slight possibility.
If I had to guess, Iâm leaning toward option twoâthat theyâre stealing their own case name from the blog to use for an entirely different case on the showâbut thatâs really just a guess. It could still generally tell the story from The Six Napoleons, as the blog case does, but just with an entirely different situation and characters.
What I think will be interesting is to see what happens with that case on the blog over the next few months. In at least one previous instance, I know a blog post has disappeared, so itâs possible that this one could, too, or that it could be given a new title and have a few details altered so that it isnât directly connected to this episode anymore.
I keep seeing prompts where Sherlock is the one apologizing because he was wrong (which is statistically more likely), but I'd like to see Molly apologizing to him and Sherlock savoring the moment.
These two idiots. This following fic is established!Sherlolly, short and quite saucy.
âHm, I didnât quite hear that.â
Molly rolled her eyes and tugged at his shirt, letting the hem flutter over his trousers.
âYes you did, you git.â
He grinned, wolfishly. âI really didnât.â
âI said it three times. The last one just now.â
âIâve always preferred even numbers over odd.â
âAnd how about the number zero?â Molly muttered. ââCause thatâs what youâll be dealing with soon.âÂ
Sherlock only lowered his gaze, and eyed her fingers on his shirt buttons. She blushed when he looked back to her. Her mouth twisted into a poorly hidden smile.
âOh shut up.â
His hands brushed against her thighs and came to curl underneath her knees. His fingers traced small circles against her skin, and he kissed at her throat.
âExactly what did you apologise for? I forgot.â
She groaned. âI swear, Iâm going to leave this flat in a minute.â
âAlright.â He curled his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. He caught her mouth in a brief kiss. âBut I promise Iâll be extremely thankful.â
The meaning wasnât lost on her. She draped her arms around his shoulders, a knowing look in her eyes. âExtremely?â
âJust have to hear it once more.â
âHm.â She traced one hand against his torso, her gaze lowering. She shrugged. âI suppose itâs a fair trade.â
âOh, entirely.â
She laughed and kissed his nose. âThen Iâm sorry. Very sorry.â
âTechnically, that was twice.â
âThen Iâm sure youâre twice as thankful.â
Another grin, just as wolfish and wicked as the last, flicked across his lips. âDefinitely.âÂ
With his forefinger and thumb, he flicked open the button of her trousers and he dropped to his knees, sliding the soft material down and off her legs. Molly smiled down at her consulting detective. Perhaps she did, on reflection, need to apologise more often.