"Remind me why I am doing this again?" Sherlock asked hesitantly as he stood centrally in 221B Baker Street. He stood on one leg, 3 books balanced on his mop of curls. His new wife Molly stood opposite him also demonstrating the art of balancing hard back books on her head. She giggled softly, being careful not to knock the books off of her head. "You said you couldn't concentrate on your case. This is my attempt at making you concentrate on something. Well that and to keep you from fidgeting." He rolled his eyes at her and breathed deeply through his nose. "You realise this is a competition?" He stated quizzically. She smirked at him broadly. "Oh I know." She commented.
Half an hour had passed and husband and wife were still stood in the living room. Both had a total of six books balanced on each off their heads."Molly, just concede already! We both know I am going to win." Sherlock sneered. Molly snorted. "Pl-lease! You couldn't keep still enough if your life depended on it! I predict you will drop your books after you place the seventh one on your fragile skull. Hold all seven for an hour and I will do whatever you want for the rest of the afternoon." He raised his eyebrows in mock amusement. "Is this a challenge?" He implored. "Yes I believe it is. But you didn't let me finish. If you drop the books before the hour is up, you do what I want for the rest of the day." She finished. "I'll just have to win then or else I'll be stuck watching chickflicks until tomorrow with you weeping on my shoulder."
[57 minutes to go until the hour drew to a close]
Molly sat anxiously on the sofa as she watched Sherlock stand completely immobilised in deep concentration. She had hoped he would drop the books before now so she would win her end of the bet; she had wished to watch romance movies with him without complaint. However now it seemed he would definitely win this challenge. She just wondered what an earth he was going to subject her to for the rest of the evening. As the timer on the coffee table sounded that Sherlock had indeed won the bet, Molly stood up and removed the heavy books from Sherlock's form. He grinned at her triumphantly as she staggered over to the book case to replace the books on their rightful shelves. When she only had one book in her hands, she turned said, "Well, you have control of me for the day. What would you like to do?"
He stood and stared at her small form for a minute. A sly smiled replaced his grin and he lurched towards her. He wrapped his long arms around her petite waist and pulled her flush against his body. She sighed as he captured her lips with his own. Molly's arms moved to clasp around his neck and her nimble fingers tangled unconsciously in his unruly curls. The book she once held had found itself pressed between their chests. The kiss lasted a brief moment before Sherlock pulled away. Molly whined in protest at the feeling of him pull away from her. She caught the book before it fell to the ground. She opened her eyes and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I know what I want to do." He whispered sexily. He watched as Molly's pupils dilated.
He suddenly stood up straighter and laughed. He took her free hand and pulled her into the kitchen. "I need you to help me with an experiment. There's a fresh liver in the fridge waiting to be dissected." He said collectedly. Molly frowned at him. Before she could stop herself she stepped forward and hit him in the chest with the book. "Tease!" She almost shrieked. His deep laugh rumbled through his now bruised chest. "I'm only joking Molly." He laughed. He moved forward to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. He lightly patted her on the arse. "Always so demanding." He muttered as he made his way to the bedroom. She giggled and whispered, "Just as you like me Mr Holmes."
FIN. -Jess