sherlock's arms are weird

Old Habits Die Hard
  • *late at night, Molly's flat*
  • Sherlock: *pretending to sleep on her sofa*
  • Molly: *at the door with her date; whispering* Thank you again Chris, I had a lovely time. Um, I'd invite you inside but my flatmate's a tosser.
  • Sherlock: *smiles*
  • Molly's Date: *eager* Oh, can't you tell him to...you know...clear off?
  • Sherlock: *pretends to stir*
  • Molly: *hesitant* Uhh, I'm sorry. It's just, he's right there *gestures at her sofa* he really needs the sleep and I shouldn't disturb him.
  • Molly's Date: *disappointed* Okay, well, some other time, then.
  • Molly: *forces a smile* Mmhmm.
  • Molly's Date: *kisses her cheek; leaves*
  • Molly: *shuts her door and breathes deeply* Thank God for that. I can't keep doing this. It's exhausting.
  • Sherlock: *stands; stretching* You think it's easy for me? *takes her coat*
  • Molly: *wraps her arms around him; pouts* Can't we tell them yet?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Yes, it is about time they knew *kisses her* Good luck with it.
  • Molly: *laughs; folds her arms* Oh no. We're doing it together.
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Old habits die hard. Of course, telling John and Mary does mean we'll have less alone time. To ourselves.
  • Molly: *takes his hand* Well, we'll just have to make the most of it tonight, then, won't we?
  • Sherlock: *grins* Oh, God, yes *drags her to the bedroom*