that's an attractive shirt

  • Sherlock: *picking Molly's lock*
  • Molly: *sighs* It's open.
  • Sherlock: *pauses* Why?
  • Molly: *giggles* I was expecting you.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* I'm still working the case.
  • Molly: I know.
  • Sherlock: *suspicious* No funny business?
  • Molly: *innocently* You don't trust me?
  • Sherlock: Molly!
  • Molly: No funny business.
  • Sherlock: *opens the door and stops dead; groans* What is that?
  • Molly: *glances down* What? Is there something on my dress? *slowly twirling*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *pouts* You promised.
  • Molly: It's just a few drinks with Greg.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* It's not going to work, Molly.
  • Molly: *smirks* I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
  • Sherlock: *setting up his laptop; frowns* It's for our own good. The case will never get solved if I...keep indulging myself.
  • Molly: *whines* It's been three weeks.
  • Sherlock: *mumbles; frantic typing* You are not the only one suffering.
  • Molly: *annoyed* Are you going to let me go out?
  • Sherlock: No.
  • Molly: And you're not going to shag me?
  • Sherlock: *less certain* No.
  • Molly: *sighs; gets an idea* Right...
  • Sherlock: *still typing, trying to ignore her; watches as she saunters to the bathroom*
  • Sherlock: *high-pitched* What are you doing?
  • Molly: Having a shower...honestly, you're supposed to be a consulting detective.
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat; blinks at the screen*
  • Sherlock: *hears the running water*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *scowls* Damn it *hurries to the bathroom, throwing his jacket on the way*
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Ty, stay in your lane boy….