drabble request from stephanniesissues on tumblr: "Don't touch me. We're fighting."
"Do you even hear yourself, Sherlock!?" Molly asked. He puzzled over it a moment until realization hit him.
"A bit not good?" he questioned.
"Yeah," Molly scoffed, her arms crossed. She was refusing to look at him and Sherlock shivered from the cold front Molly was putting up.
"Molly," he half whispered, walking up and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Don't touch me. We're fighting," Molly whined, shrugging him off. Her eyes pierced his in anger.
"But I don't want to fight," Sherlock replied, his voice breaking. Molly's entire face softened. She admitted to herself that they were both being a bit unreasonable. His gaze was cast downward, unsure of what to do until a pair of small arms enveloped him.
"I'm sorry," Molly muttered.
"I'm sorry too," Sherlock apologized, pressing kisses in her hair.
"I don't want to fight either," Molly told him.
"Forgive me?" Sherlock asked.
"Always," Molly smiled.