Tag Me a Good One
Rating: T
Author's Note: Mr. Invincible: *sigh of relief* I was so sure I got John completely wrong. Thank you for the reassurance! Oh, and thank you for the brilliant comment! Rocking the Redhead: Look, Look I fixed it! Thank you so much for telling me! I'm so glad I made you laugh. Sassine: Thank you! Nowsusieq: You bet it did, Molly can't do that to save her life in this story and John would be too busy trying to cozy up to Mary before she even watches the video. Thank you, I do my best to write cutely! Crimson and Chrome 42: YES, more laughter! I tried, I honestly did! Arty Diane: Did you really? I'm so glad, I was very worried. I'm so happy I made you crack up!
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The Husband and Wife Tag
All that could be seen on the shaky screen was Molly's bottom lip being chewed as she adjusted the angle of the camera.
"Ooh, I've got it!" Molly took a step back and she bent over to wave cutely into the camera, "I think I'm getting better at this, dear."
Sherlock's gaze landed on her bum. He merely hummed to assure her he heard what she said. This was certainly much more fascinating than some stupid-
"Sherlock! Were you just-?"
"And if I was, Molly?"
Molly cautiously looked over the camera before beginning to remove her thin, grey, cardigan.
"Sex on camera? How scandalous, I haven't pegged you as the type Molly," Sherlock's eyebrows rose in mock-horror and Molly paused from fumbling with her buttons to huff and smile uncomfortably at the camera.
"He's joking, people!"
"Am I?" His voice was unbelievably low to her ears, she wondered if the camera picked up on it. She could feel the goose bumps prick at her flesh and sent Sherlock a glare when she heard him chuckle.
She finally got the cardigan off and she tossed it over the camera to shield it from capturing anything.
All it picked up was a chastising whisper of what could only be assumed was Molly and a thwack like sound.
"Really, that wasn't necessary."
Sherlock tentatively touched his red cheek and flinched when it stung him. Molly's small hands were indeed venomous.
Molly now had her cardigan wrapped around her waist and her feet curled underneath her on the bed she shared with her clueless husband. She sighed and snuggled against him, kissing his cheek.
"Better?"
"First, no, not better, because I'm not an idiot, second-"
When Sherlock noticed Molly's look he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips.
"I love you?"
"Maybe without the question mark next time, love," Molly scrunched her nose up at him and stretched her neck to give him another kiss.
(She did have to pinch Sherlock when she noticed he was trying to take it too far.)
"Woo, tag number two: the boyfriend tag!"
"Molly don't say boyfriend, I didn't go through this whole mess for you to call me your boyfriend," Sherlock spat the word out in disgust.
Molly chewed on her lower lip, feeling a bit guilty.
"Sorry this was messy for you…" she muttered.
Sherlock realized his mistake and wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close to him reassuringly.
"No, that was wrong of me to say. The process was a mess, yes. But I couldn't be happier with you by my side."
Molly smiled softly and nuzzled his neck lovingly.
She was glad the camera could not pick up on her loud thumping heart beat.
"Okay, the first question is…" Molly grabbed a previously folded piece of paper with a smile that was the polar opposite of Sherlock's annoyed face, "Where did we first meet."
Molly nudged at Sherlock to answer, praying he got it right.
Sherlock's eyes narrowed at her obviously concerned face, "I didn't delete it, Molly. I remember."
"Good…" Molly nodded, eyes drifting back to the camera for a bit before flickering back to her husband, "Then you should have no problem answering it."
"Fine," Sherlock stared at Molly for a moment before answering. His answer was for Molly, not for the insipid people who were going to watch this later on, "Our first meeting was in the women's section at some store, deleted that, probably dull, you were buying woman's underwear and you noticed me. You blushed furiously, it was obviously very uncomfortable for you which made seeing me at your new workplace, Bart's, later that day made you try to avoid me as much as possible, which wasn't much."
"You were buying woman's underwear, too."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, "I told you it was for an elasticity experiment."
"Mhm," Molly patted his bicep and looked over to the camera, a beaming smile plastered on her face, "He doesn't wear woman's underwear," she assured the audience with a slight giggle.
Sherlock glanced over at the paper and continued with the video.
"Where was our first date, Molly?"
She turned her front to face the camera better to answer, "He took me on one of his cases. We ran around London, found clues and then ordered take out after we solved the case, though it did take days. The Ball Pit, I believed John called it."
"You read his blog, too?" Sherlock furrowed his brows in surprise.
"Of course, I love all of John's writing!" Molly turned to the camera with a bubbly attitude, "The only reason he's not here is because he didn't want to know our secrets."
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
This could not end any sooner.
"When did you meet my family?"
Molly smiled brightly at Sherlock's noticeable distaste on the subject.
"I met your brother about a month in our relationship."
"We were still in what would be considered our cupcake phase," Molly pointed out.
"Yes," Sherlock shook his head, "we were in… that. And that involves a lot of sex."
"SHERLOCK!" Molly pinched his arm and Sherlock flinched, soothing his arm, "Dear lord, again, we're on camera!"
"Molly, it's the truth, they know that. Anyway, her brother saw the front page cover of Molly and I then decided to… surprise visit."
Molly skin flushed red. She latched onto Sherlock's arm and hid her face in his lapel.
Sherlock's smirk was hard to miss.
"I'll leave the rest to your imagination."
"Weird habit of each other?"
Sherlock was smoothing Molly's hair with a gentle hand as she leaned against him. Molly hummed as she thought it over.
Molly lifted her head to answer the question, "You like to use my soap to wash your hands."
Sherlock sighed softly, "That's not a weird habit."
Molly nodded her head, lying back against Sherlock.
"Yes it is. It's for woman."
Sherlock's hand slid to her waist and brought her closer.
"I just want to have your scent when I'm away from you."
Molly looked back up and a lazy smile sprung on her face. Sherlock couldn't help but mimic her smile and lean in to find her mouth. Molly could not care less about the camera and snogged him soundly, her hand tangling in his hair.
"Do we have any traditions?"
Sherlock smoothed his hair slightly whilst Molly giggled. He smiled lightly while replying.
"We like to experiment together."
Molly raised an eyebrow, mimicking a buzzer. Sherlock scrunched his eyebrows, "What?"
"That is not a tradition as husband and wife. That is a 'tradition' for Dr. Hooper and Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock shook his head, looking into his wife's eyes.
"Do I have to say it?"
Molly visibly brightened and nodded.
Sherlock sighed deeply slowly turned to the camera, "We watch glee whilst feeding each other Chinese food and Molly…"
"Pets him like a cat," she finished with a bright smile. Sherlock looked defeated and Molly gave him a loud kiss on his cheek. She cutely titled her head and stared at him before he looked her way. Their noses lightly touched and Molly's smile was still held in place. He couldn't help but chuckle at her happiness.
"An animal that resembles each other?" Molly instantly replied, "A cat."
Sherlock wanted to object but Molly placed her fingers on his lips and shushed him.
"You're a cat, sweetie."
Sherlock huffed out of annoyance, "Fine if I'm a cat, you're-"
"I know," Molly forced out smile, "A mouse."
Sherlock blinked examined Molly's expression. He placed his hand on her knee.
"Is that such a bad thing? You are adorable and even if you are mousey what does that change anything? I…" Sherlock leaned closer to his wife, "I love you, you in all your mousy glory."
Molly almost wanted to laugh; she smacked his shoulder and shook her head.
"I love you too, you and your feline movements."
Sherlock ignored her last comment and squeezed her knee with a smile.
(Anyone watching this video would be certainly surprised to see Sherlock so happy for so long.)
"What 'pisses' me off," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Must be American."
Molly scrunched her eyebrows, "Alcohol?"
Sherlock shook his head, "No dear, they mean what makes me angry."
Molly nodded, thinking it over before she finally got an answer.
"Well, you hate it when I blast pop music in the house."
"It is disgusting and speaks utter nonsense."
Molly giggled as she began singing some Lady Gaga softly and Sherlock groaned.
"Nick names for each other? Um, not really nick names, I think."
"Not true, you've called me-"
Molly covered Sherlock's mouth with her palm.
"Not speaking about that."
"What colour are my eyes?"
Molly covered her eyes and waited for Sherlock to answer.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and made a mental note of how many times he's done that this video.
"Brown."
"What kind of cake would you bake for my birthday?"
Molly tapped her chin, "You don't like to celebrate your birthday but I know you have a love of chocolate so, a chocolate cake!"
"True. You would want a plain vanilla."
Molly reached over Sherlock and grabbed the crumbled paper from the dresser.
"Finally, what can I spend hours doing?"
Molly felt a pair of warm hands spreading heat along her lower back. She looked up to find Sherlock smirking; he trapped her.
"Sherlock…"
"Molly, if I answered that question you would just hit me."
Molly's eyes widened, "Sherlock!"
Sherlock leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on the back of her neck, humming slightly.
Molly sighed.
When can she get this camera off?
Molly smoothed her hair back into a ponytail and smiled at the camera.
"I hope you all enjoyed this!"
Sherlock's chin was in his hand and he reached over and removed her hair tie once more.
He smirked at Molly's frustration.
"I'm just going to,"
Molly got up and the camera got a close up on her concentrated face before it turned black.