and you're smoking again

  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *exits her bedroom, wearing a red dress; gestures quickly at herself* Well?
  • Sherlock: *typing on his laptop*
  • Molly: *huffs; turns around and goes back into her room*
  • *several minutes later*
  • Molly: *dashes out of her bedroom, wearing a short blue dress; brushing herself down* Okay, this will have to do. I'm running late.
  • Sherlock: *still typing*
  • Molly: *irritated* A veterinarian, Sherlock. He saves animals for a living. In boyfriend terms, that's up there with Tom Hardy... *mumbles* and, you know, detectives.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *checking herself in the mirror* Okay, wish me luck.
  • Sherlock: *stands up and approaches her; takes her hand and begins pulling her towards the bedroom*
  • Molly: *confused* What are you doing?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Molly, did I ever tell you the story of how I rescued a deer whose leg had been trapped under a fallen tree branch? *inclines his head towards the bedroom*
  • Molly: *grins*