Author's note: Written for mollymatters on Tumblr.

Sherlock had been at the microscope for ages in the kitchen, studying samples and meditating on their significance, until Molly had had enough and pushed the microscope away from him. He startled and glared at Molly. She said nothing but leaned closely and kept his gaze. Something behind her eyes sparkled; something in his eyes gleamed. He gripped her wrist, compelling her to follow him to the bedroom. Reaching it, Molly used the leverage of his grasp on her wrist to throw him to the mattress.