drabble prompt from Mychakk on Tumblr: #32, "I thought you didn't like cats." A bit of a post-TRF AU.
The first time Sherlock used Molly's bedroom as a bolt hole was the day he faked his death. He was to stay with her for at least a week before setting out to take down Moriarty's network.
"Toby?" Molly called out quietly. The consulting detective was asleep in her bed and she couldn't find her cat anywhere. As she tiptoed into her bedroom, she saw Toby curled up atop Sherlock's mass of onyx curls. Stepping closer as softly as she could, Molly reached out for the feline. "Come on Toby, Sherlock's not gonna be happy about this," she said in a whisper.
"Why wouldn't I be happy about it?" he asked, opening his eyes to see her leaning over him.
"Well, I thought you didn't like cats," was all she could manage.
"Your feline companion doesn't bother me," Sherlock replied. "But I'd rather have a human companion at the moment." His eyes gazed into hers intensely. She couldn't look away. "Stay with me?" Molly nodded and promptly removed Toby from off of his head and placed him in his tiny bed on the floor. She then slipped under the covers next to him awkwardly. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest. Molly immediately relaxed in his embrace.
"I'm gonna miss you," Molly spoke solemnly.
"I'll miss you too," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss in her hair.