Hello! Welcome to this story! It's just for fun. It's a bit suggestive but really, there's nothing smutty about it. PG rated movies go into far worse detail than I did. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this because I had fun writing it up!
I do not own any of the characters from the BBC series "Sherlock", bleh blah bloop.
"What?" she giggled drunkenly. "The infamouss Ssherlock Holmes has never had a girl?"
"Oh, I've h-had a girl before, MisssssHooper." he stumbled slurring his words.
"Oh yeah? Who!?" she said taunting him, as she swayed back and forth trying to find her hips to rest her hands on.
He reached out his arm, extending his index finger and watched as it wavered unsteadily in the air. "You!" he exclaimed, finally pinpointing her.
She removed a hand from her hip and blinked a few times to clear her vision. She dipped forward, closing her eyes and stabbed herself in the shoulder with her finger. "Oh no, Mr. Holmes," she grinned cheekily, "You would have remembered me!"
His eyes widened, giving a clumsy smile.
Molly reached out and nabbed Sherlock by the scarf. She tugged him down the hall where he closed the bedroom door behind them.