Tumblr Prompt: Hiya! I've seen a few fics where Sherlock and Molly get it on in one of their childhood bedrooms. I would so love to see what your take on this. Thanks!
Slowly and quietly, Sherlock turned the doorknob, wincing as it creaked loudly in the empty hallway. He slipped inside the dark room andshut the door silently behind him. The moonlight caressed the small lump underthe covers on the bed, familiar curves he missed holding.
On tiptoes, he made his way to the side of the bed and gently pulled the covers back. The lump shifted at the cold air accompanied by a soft groan.
'Sh-lock?'
He slid onto the bed and immediately pulled the covers back up.
The lump turned over and he was met with the sleepy gaze of his girlfriend. 'Whatareyoudoing?' Molly mumbled softly.
'I missed you,' he pouted, slipping his hands around her and spooning his body against hers.
Too tired to argue, Molly sighed and closed her eyes again, chasing the sleep he'd woken her from.
Unfortunately, Sherlock had other things on his mind than sleeping.
The hand he held against her stomach began a slow, sensuous journey south. Just as he reached the band of her knickers, she woke up fully and slapped his hand away.
'What do you think you're doing?' She whispered.
'I told you I missed you,' he growled against her ear, his hand once more heading into dangerous territory.
'We are in your parents' house!' She hissed angrily and slapped his hand again.
Nibbling her neck, he persisted. 'They're asleep. And unlikely to wake up save a nuclear apocalypse.'
Molly groaned as he laid passionate kisses along her collarbone. 'Mmmm… wait, no! No, get off me!' She twisted out of his arms and turned to face him. 'This is why we had separate bedrooms!'
'Yes, and if my parents really expected us to stay apart, they would have put me in the spare room, not in Mycroft's.' He shuddered.
'Oh,' she whispered harshly. 'So as long as we have their 'unspoken' permission, we're allowed to do stuff?'
Blinded by his desire, Sherlock missed the dangerous tone in her voice. His eyes smoldered and he scooted closer, tracing a finger along the familiar curve of her side. 'Mmm, yep.'
Suddenly, he was alone in the bed and shivering. Molly stood over him, wrapped in the covers she'd yanked away, the moonlight shining around her like an angel. With a haughty flick of her hair, she stormed toward the door, covers trailing behind her.
Groaning in frustration, Sherlock leaped from the bed and stomped on the train of her covers. She stumbled as they slipped from her grasp, leaving her vulnerable to the cold air in an oversized tee shirt.
'Sherlock!' She hissed, scrambling to pick up the covers.
Taking advantage of her distraction, he swept her, blankets and all, into his arms. He waited until she stopped kicking before setting her back on the bed. Her arms were crossed and she was glaring at him fiercely.
Realizing he had been a bit 'not good,' Sherlock laid down beside her and wrapped an arm over her rigid body. He brushed an apologetic kiss to her cheek and was relieved to feel her relax a bit. 'I'm sorry,' he murmured.
'Sherlock,' she sighed and uncrossed her arms. 'I know being in a… relationship is new to you. And your libido is like that of a 15-year-old boy.'
He sniffed in offense. Molly turned on her side and laid her cheek against his bare chest.
'I never said that was a bad thing.' She smiled cheekily. 'But I'd really rather not… do… anything while your parents are within a five-mile radius. It feels… weird. Like they'd know. And I'd never be able to look them in the eyes again.'
'Very well.' He sighed dramatically.
They settled into a companionable silence. Sherlock's hand brushed up and down Molly's spine, a soothing rhythm. Her hand drew small circles over the scars on his stomach.
They were beginning to drowse when Molly mumbled sleepily against his chest, 'I'll make it up to you when we get home.'
Sherlock grinned wickedly as he glanced down at her. 'I'll hold you to that.'
'Mmm, I certainly hope so.'