drabble request from rooneykmara on tumblr: "I'm not your boss? Well then who is?" Post-ASiB, total canon divergence.
"Molly I need those thumbs now," Sherlock demanded.
"Not right now, Sherlock," she replied.
"Molly," he said with a warning tone.
"You listen to me, Sherlock Holmes! You are not my boss and this is my lab as long as I am employed here," Molly scolded him.
"Oh? I'm not your boss? Well then who is?" Sherlock challenged.
"Mike Stamford, you daft-"
"Molly! How's my favorite pathologist? Are those tests being ran?" Mike asked, bursting into the lab.
"Yes, they're being ran right now," Molly informed him, turning to flash a quick glare at Sherlock who huffed in annoyance.
"Wonderful, thank you," he praised her. "He's not giving you trouble is he?"
"Oh no, not at all," Molly laughed. Mike exited the lab, leaving the quarreling 'lovebirds' at it. He always thought there was a fire between them.
"Thumbs?" Sherlock asked.
"No," she said firmly.
"Alright fine," he pouted. "I'm sorry for being an arse, Molly." Her face softened, but she wasn't trusting him completely.
"Go on," she encouraged.
"I am aware that I have hurt you more on Christmas night than you let on," Sherlock sighed. "I truly am sorry. I don't want the thumbs. Never did."
"Then what do you want?" Molly asked. He stepped closer, the gap between them almost nonexistent.
"An entirely different set of body parts," Sherlock told her, his voice almost a whisper.
Wh-what would that be?" she inquired nervously.
"Your lips," he murmured before leaning in to brush his lips gently against hers. After the initial shock wore off, Molly responded quite passionately, carding her fingers in his dark broke the kiss and looked into his eyes which were now a stormy blue.
"Sherlock," she whispered, but could not form any words beyond that.
"That's the kind of Christmas you deserved, Molly Hooper. And thank you for the scarf you made me," Sherlock told her, his voice soft. "I will make sure to wear it often." She threw her arms around him and kissed him again, pushing him against the wall. Today, she was his boss.