A/N: Silly, slightly T-rated Sherlolly fluff and fun. Enjoy!
"I've waited for this."
Molly gave the man lying above her a teasing smile. "What, waited for little ole me?" She batted her eyelashes in outrageous imitation of the Southern Belle she was, apparently, channeling.
"You have no idea how long," Sherlock assured her, his fingers stroking the sides of her face as he shifted position. "I...I've never done this before." A faint blush dusted his cheeks at the admission.
Molly's eyes widened. "What, never? So this is your...first time?"
He nodded, the blush deepening. Just as his lips were about to meet hers, a voice piped up from behind them. "Oi, you two! Knock off the flirting and get your heads back in the game!"
Molly stuck her tongue out at Greg. "Spoil sport!"
With a pair of sheepish grins, she and Sherlock, conscious once again of the others in the room, returned their focus to the man calling the shots.
"Right hand, red!"