Title: Sleep With Me
Word Count: 1880
Summary: When Sherlock offered the sleepy pathologist his bed he really hadn’t intended on joining her…
An amused smirk twitched at one corner of Sherlock’s lips as he watched Molly fail in her attempt to stifle a yawn.
“Why don’t you just stop fighting it and go to sleep?”
“’m fine,” Molly mumbled around another uncontainable yawn.
“I’m not Rosie, you know,” Sherlock snapped mildly. “I’m not an infant. You do not have to keep an eye on me every second.”
Molly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, either in contemplation or to bite back a retort, Sherlock wasn’t entirely sure.
“Well, maybe… Maybe I will just kip here for a bit.” She put aside the book she had been reading and stretched out on the sofa, wriggling around for a moment to find a comfortable position.
“You can use my bed,” Sherlock offered, distractedly plucking at the strings of his violin. “You’ll be much more comfortable.”
Molly’s head popped up, her eyes slightly wide. “W-what about you?”
Sherlock huffed. “I highly doubt I will be doing any sleeping tonight.”
“Oh. Then maybe I should stay up and keep you company,” Molly purposed, looking unsure about leaving Sherlock on his own even if she would just be in the next room.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sherlock dismissed. “There’s no need for the both of us to lose sleep. Especially when you’re tired and I’m not. I’ll be fine.”
Molly sighed. “Okay. If you’re certain.”
Molly hauled herself up from the sofa and crossed the room. “Don’t hesitate to wake me if you feel any urges.”
Sherlock arched his brows at her.
“Oh you know what I mean,” Molly huffed, rolling her eyes, trying to appear exasperated, but the touch of pink tinting the tips of her ears gave away her embarrassment.
Sherlock smiled. “Yes. Will do, Molly. Goodnight.”
Molly sighed. “Night, Sherlock.”