"Just because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair!" John shouted incredulously after Jim(from IT) exited the room.
"Oh, don't be coy, John! We use different products than just hair-oriented ones, particularly when we're in the bedroom, and that alone is proof enough that your aren't straight...," Sherlock trailed off with a shit-eating grin. Molly stood limply beside Sherlock, opposite of John, with a pale face and wide eyes. John stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned away, a blush crawling up his neck and staining his cheeks, but also a scowl on his face. Then, that scowl was turned on the detective.
"Oh, come on, John: saying any differently than that would be a lie," Sherlock muttered, some of the felicity draining from his smile at the look John was giving him. "And we wouldn't want to lie to Molly here, now would we?"
As Sherlock turned his head to the pathologist behind him, she merely squeaked, a bit like a mouse, as she stuttered,"No...no-I want to know the tr-truth..." But when he turned to the soldier, all he got as a response was a murderous glare that said, say anything more and you die.
"Well, um-I better be g-going: there's a new-body coming in...today," Molly explained smally as she speed-walked to the door.
"Sherlock!"
"Oh, come now, John," the detective started, turning his gaze from the door Molly just exited to the doctor. "It was just a bit of fun. Isn't that what people do?"
At John's disapproving look, Sherlock's hesitant smile fell from his face. "Not good?" he quired, frowning slightly.
"A bit not good, yeah."
Sherlock looked back down to his microscope slide with a soft whisper of, oh, as he fiddled with the instrument's knob. Almost immediately, he looked back up to John and asked,"So...no sex tonight?"
The soldier pulled out a chair beside the detective and leaned forward so he was right in front of Sherlock, his breath ghosting over his face. He sighed a thoughtful, hmmm, before smiling widely and responding,"That would be a bit of a harsh punishment, wouldn't it?"
Sherlock grinned back, swiftly ducking his head to peck John's lips. "Indeed it would be..."
"But seriously, you do need to apologize to Molly..."