A/N: So because I'm doing this as a parallel with Wednesday and Joel in the Addams Fandom I'm going to alternate, so day two (cuddling) is up on the Addams Fandom and Day three is going to Sherlock! Occasionally I might spew out one for each but I like this idea for now!
Little cute one.
Day Three
Gaming/Watching a Movie
"Sherlock! Stop fidgeting!" Molly grumbled. Why she had let her insufferable crush around hers she hadn't a clue. Well she did know why. Because she was too much of a good friend to both John Watson and Mary Morstan – she wanted their date to go well, even if Sherlock hadn't.
"But this is pure rubbish Molly!" The detective was sulking; he had wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean but Molly had decided on Despicable Me.
"Look Mycroft had warned me about your pirate obsession but every time you have watched a movie it has been that, you need to branch out – expand that massive mind of yours!" Molly tutted and upped the volume so she could hear the babbles of the minions over Sherlock's huffing.
As Gru was zooming to rescue the three girls' Molly was distracted from the screen by a slight snuffle. Sherlock, in losing the choice of film, had commandeered the sofa and was now stretched out, head buried in the mound of pillows, fast asleep. Molly sighed in relief; normally his boredom drove him insane but thankfully it had just driven him to Morpheus instead.
"Thank God." She whispered, pulling the blanket from the back of the armchair she was sat on and tucked it around the exasperating man. Molly had expected him to huff and whine even in his sleep and was vaguely surprised, and warmed, when he snuggled in further, pulling the fluffy lilac blanket up to his neck. She smiled again as the blankets movements revealed he still had his shoes on; unlacing the black brogues she slipped them off carefully and then went back to the film. She was just in time to see the minion ladder and she giggled. Her giggles quietened as even in his sleep Sherlock grumbled and rolled over, facing the back of the sofa.
Finally when the film ended, Molly dithered over whether to leave him there and decided to, John and Mary would appreciate the night to themselves and he'd slept at hers before. A wicked thought occurred to her as she went to turn the last light off – this was beautiful blackmail. After snapping a couple of photos on her camera phone she made sure the detective was okay and padded off to bed.
If it wasn't Pirates of the Caribbean then Sherlock wasn't interested.
Bless him.
Pirate Sherlock.
It was that thought that helped Molly drift off into peaceful slumber. Her dreams were filled with yellow minions battling pirates that had dark curly hair and wore scarves.