drabble prompt from the lovely Mychakk on Tumblr: #8, "the floor is lava." a bit of tipsy!lock.
Sherlock spun Molly around as they swayed lazily to Glen Miller's Moonlight Serenade. They had had one too many glasses of wine which resulted in clumsy kisses but Molly didn't mind. He was much more affected by their choice of beverage than she was and it amused her greatly. Suddenly, he lifted her up onto the sofa.
"What are you doing?" Molly giggled.
"The floor is lava, Molly!" Sherlock exclaimed, stepping up onto the coffee table in front of her. She leaned in to kiss him but he began moving from the table to the desk, knocking a stack of papers over. She followed laughing the entire time. When her short legs couldn't reach over the distance to the desk, Sherlock picked her up and set her down.
"You are the silliest man I've ever known," she told him.
"Well, I hope that's a good thing," he chuckled before placing kisses all over her face.
"Very good thing," Molly mumbled. Suddenly she jumped from the desk and onto his chair, swaying slightly.
"Budge over," Sherlock said before joining her. She swayed once more when the chair dipped with his weight. He held her to him to balance the both of them. "I won't let you fall."
"I always catch you when you fall," Molly murmured as she kissed his neck.
"Mm, I know. I lurrrve you, Molly," he slurred adorably.
"I lurve you too," she laughed warmly.