It was a bright and sunny day, and the sun shone through Molly's windows of her cramped apartment. Toby lay in her lap, but that was only because it was the only place the sunshine would hit. He curled in closer to her as she scratched the cat's tummy.
A book in her hand, Molly was much too absorbed in her reading to notice the sound of her door clicking faintly from someone entering. Footsteps neared her, though she paid no mind to them. She knew exactly who's they were. Her eyes floated up to see the detective standing in front of her, and a small smile began tugging at her lips.
Slowly and carefully, Molly removed the feline from her lap, and she was now standing in front of Sherlock. "And just what are you doing here?" Her voice was intentionally cold. She and Sherlock had gotten into a small dispute about something silly. Though she knew Sherlock had been right the entire time, the stubborn girl insisted he was wrong. It was fun, in her mind, to do such things, to get him all riled up for stupid little things. He was very particular at times, so it made it easy for her to do such things.
"I..." The detective trailed off, seeming to be fumbling for the correct words to say. "Molly, I am sorry. I was being stubborn, and I was wrong. Please do forgive me for my actions. John said I should get you flowers, but I thought that would be a rather dull thing to do since they would only die in a week or two anyways." Molly couldn't help but smirk as he continued on. "I didn't realize that what I was doing was wrong, and I truly am sorry, Molly."
"Well, I suppose I can forgive you," she started, "considering I was only doing it to get under your skin and get you all worked up."
This made him frown. He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "What a bad girl you are," he murmured as his hand grabbed her waist to pull her to his body. "and bad girls don't get want they want. No cuddles tonight, missy."