actually sleep is my lover

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *sharing a takeaway; watching crap telly*
  • Sherlock: *remaining oddly silent*
  • Molly: *smiles, points at the TV* You know who the murderer is, don't you?
  • Sherlock: *bites his lip; shakes his head*
  • Molly: *sighs* Go on.
  • Sherlock: *smirks* The brother. He discovered his wife was sleeping around and murdered her, subsequently covering it up. Quite poorly if you look at his shoes.
  • Molly: *chuckles* I don't think the show is that clever.
  • Sherlock: Mmm. They're attempting to misdirect towards the headmaster.
  • Molly: *nods* Oh.
  • Sherlock: *smug* You thought it was the headmaster.
  • Molly: *giggles* Shut up *stretches; groans* I'd better get to bed. Early start.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yes. Goodnight *leans over and kisses her*
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *confused* I'm sorry, I-
  • Molly: *blushing* No, it's fine.
  • Sherlock: *sweating* You've been staying here...
  • Molly: *shrugs* Anyone would make that mistake.
  • Sherlock: *nods slowly* Right.
  • Molly: *gestures at the door, awkward* I should-
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Yes. Goodnight.
  • Molly: *leaves*
  • Sherlock: *ruffles his hair*
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Damn *hurries to the door; calls upstairs* Molly?
  • Molly: *peers around the door* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *swallows nervously* Stay with me.
  • Molly: *smiles* Okay.