This was a prompt for the wonderful Zora Arian! I do hope this is what you wanted sweetie!
And as usual, I do not own Molly, Sherlock, or such. I wish I did, but I don't.
It was hot. Unbearably, miserably hot. All Molly wanted to do the minute she got into 221B was strip down and stand in the nice cool, wonderful AC. However, that is not what she was greeted with. Instead of a blast of cool air, the heat followed Molly up the stairs and into the living room. Sherlock was stripped down to his boxes with about five fans aimed at him on the couch. He was laying so that his entire body was taking up the couch, his hands steeple under his chin.
"You must be joking." She said dropping her items on the floor, not caring. Sherlock peered over at her barely moving.
"The unit broke this morning after you had left. I yelled for Mrs. Hudson but she didn't respond." Molly rolled her eyes at his antics.
"So this is your solution. Instead of walking down to see if she was home or to call the bloody repairman yourself, you got fans and stripped." She motioned to the sight in front of her. Sherlock smirked.
"It isn't like you do not appreciate the view." He responded smugly. Normally, he would be right. There were definitely times that Molly enjoyed coming home from a long day to a stripped Sherlock waiting for her. But, today was an exception.
"I would rather appreciate cold air!" She exclaimed walking into their bedroom. Slamming the door behind her, Molly changed into her shortest pair of shorts, a sports bra, and pulled her hair into her normal ponytail. She still wasn't cool enough. Molly made her way back into the living room, feeling the wonderful cool breeze from one of the fans every so often. Standing in between Sherlock and the fans, Molly nudged Sherlock's legs with her knee. "Budge up." She said.
"No" he said not even moving. Molly's patience was thin enough already.
"Budge. Up." She said, swatting at his legs. Sherlock didn't even respond and remain still as a statue. He was perfectly content with the way he was thank you very much. He had arranged the fans for optimal and consistent air flow. However, Sherlock had forgotten to include the extra heat source that was now sitting on his stomach. Opening his eyes wide, Sherlock peered up as Molly sat down on his stomach, arms and legs crossed. "Fine, be like that," she said, trying to glare at him. The twinkle in her eyes was not lost on Sherlock. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down to him. Molly squeaked as she quickly found herself wrapped up in Sherlock feeling his warmth on her chest and the cool breeze on her back. She cuddled closer. Suddenly, the heat wasn't unbearable anymore.
