Sherlolly prompt - Tom shows up drunk on Molly's doorstep, wanting her back, but she has company in the form of a naked (save for a sheet around his waist) Sherlock.

"A Tug On My Heart"

Sherlock stood by quietly, in the small, yet cozy parlor of Molly's apartment at two in the morning, as she spoke to an obviously drunk and lonely Tom at her front door. They had been woken at this ungodly hour by his persistent banging at her door.

Sherlock was quickly losing patience with the man. Molly was trying her best to be polite and trying to calm him and explain that it wasn't anything Tom did that broke them up, blah, blah, blah.

Sherlock initially had a minute amount of sympathy for Tom, after all he had lost Molly, but after ten minutes, Sherlock's patience was gone.

If it wasn't for his respect for Molly and this being her home, he would have answered the door himself and shooed Tom on his way. Then he heard Tom say, "I saw the way you used to look at that bloke, Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, for God's sake." Sherlock muttered under his breath as he walked up behind Molly and made eye contact with Tom. If looks could kill, this one mutilated and slayed. It took just a second for the stunned man to drop his eyes and scamper away. Molly stood in the doorway confused by Tom's behavior until she turned around to see Sherlock standing in the hall with only a bed sheet wrapped around his waist.

"Molly, I didn't say a word." Sherlock said defending himself as he walked backwards, trying not to trip on the folds of the long bed sheet. She stalked towards him with determination and a hint of mischievousness in her eyes. Sherlock felt a tug on the sheet as Molly placed her foot on one of the edges and it unraveled and slid off his body.

Her eyes raked over his lean, chiseled body before placing her palms on his skin. They both moaned at her touch. He was pleasantly surprised to find out how tactile Molly was after they started dating. She loved to explore both the soft and hard angles of his body. Her hands ran across his chest, then up his neck to plunge into the thick curls of his hair.

"Sherlock, take me back to bed." She whispered before he picked her up and carried her to their room.