i'm such a mood killer

  • *in their hotel room*
  • Molly: *giggling* I had a lovely day. They really thought we were married.
  • Sherlock: *pouring drinks; smiles* We didn't give them any reason to doubt us.
  • Molly: *giggling* When they asked how long we'd been married and we both said nine years. How did you think of that?
  • Sherlock: *offering her drink; shrugs* First number that came to me.
  • Molly: *takes the drink* Haven't we known each other for nine years? *sips her drink*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; scoffs* Now, Molly, that would be quite sentimental of me *downs his drink*
  • Molly: *shaking her head* I suppose so *pauses* So what's the plan for tomorrow?
  • Sherlock: *replaces his glass; steps closer* A breakfast meeting with the suspect, a stroll on the beach, shopping - I told him you needed new jewellery - then, a meal followed by dancing in the evening *smirks* Sound good?
  • Molly: *smiles* Lovely.
  • Sherlock: *gently brushes her hair out of the way* There is something else that just cannot wait until tomorrow *kisses her* Thank you for agreeing to be my wife, Molly.
  • Molly: *biting back her smile* Now, Sherlock, that's quite sentimental of you.
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Yes. The thing is, I don't care *kisses her again*