The sun penetrated the gaps in the navy blue curtains that hung in the notorious Sherlock Holmess nightshifts, as the said colleague had just left for maternity leave. Being the sweet and generous woman she was, Molly had agreed without protest to cover these long hours. This Saturday morning had provided Molly with a break, as she had just undergone the tedious task of maintaining a morgue for a solid 24 hours. Miss Hooper was undoubtedly exhausted.
At the hours of 1 and 2am the previous night, Molly practically fell into bed aided by her boyfriend. The use of her legs had slowly subsided as a side affect of the fatigue. Once entering the bedroom she stripped down to her underwear and slid under the covers. She had refused to let Sherlock leave by pulling him onto the bed with her and tucking herself tightly against his chest. Not that he had complained in the slightest. The pair drifted to sleep not long afterwards.
Sherlock had risen early as usual, not yet succumbing to the norm of domesticity or of sleep. He spent the morning busying himself with experiments and research at the kitchen table. The time approached 11:30 and Molly had not yet resurfaced from her slumber. Sherlock set aside the petri dish he was currently examining and made his way to their bedroom. He gently pushed opened the door and peered down at his sleeping partner. He could tell she was beginning to rouse due to her increased tossing and turning. When she finally woke she would most definitely be grumpy from the lack of sleep. He would have to lighten her mood somehow if he was to drag her off to assist him on the case Lestrade emailed him about this morning.
Reluctantly, Molly slowly opened her eyes and allowed her body to wake up from her much needed sleep. She rolled over in her drowsiness only to find the other half of the bed she occupied was empty. A frown spread across her small mouth and her brow furrowed. Raising her upper body so she was in a sitting position, Molly permitted herself to awaken fully. Only after her senses had unblocked did she realise there was a prominent and yet not over powering smell of coffee drifting through the ajar bedroom door. Just as she was about to jump out of bed a grab a cup of the delicious smelling beverage, Sherlock entered the room. He held two mugs of coffee in his hands. Carefully dropping down beside Molly on the bed, he handed her a mug, which she took hold of with a grin.
"Thank you." She smiled warmly at him, taking a sip of the drink. He followed suit. "No need to thank me. I wanted to." Sherlock replied. Molly leaned forward suddenly and planted a kiss on his cheek. A blush crept up his neck. Molly smirked at him with raised eyebrows. "What case are you demanding I assist you with today? Must be important as you felt the need to bribe me with morning coffee." Sherlock mocked shock at her question. "What made me so transparent?" He asked. She gently placed first her mug on the nightstand, before taking Sherlocks mug and doing the same. She moved to sit on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He responded by placing his large hands on her hips. She rested her forehead against his and whispered, "When you asked me to marry you." Sherlock took possession of her lips with his own. For a few moments the lingering taste of coffee tangled on their tongue's before Sherlock threw Molly into a day of catching criminals.
FIN. -Jess