drabble request from theresadunn on tumblr: "Just don't buy a goat. I don't care what you do, just no goats." Retired!Lock.
Molly walked out to the garden where Sherlock was tending to the bees.
"Good morning, love," she smiled. "I brought you coffee."
"Black, two sugars?" he asked.
"Yes," Molly laughed. "The same way I've made it for over twenty years." He sipped the warm caffeinated beverage, looking around the wide open field that extended beyond their cozy cottage.
"Something's missing," Sherlock mused. "Maybe an outdoor animal."
"Oh no," Molly told him. "We already had this conversation."
"But wouldn't-"
"No," she said firmly.
"Please, darling?" he asked.
"Fine," she conceded. "Just don't buy a goat. I don't care what you do, just no goats." His face dropped.
"How did you even know I was considering a goat?" Sherlock asked.
"Because I know you, Sherlock Holmes," Molly teased. His face made that pouty kicked puppy dog look.
"Not gonna work," she sang. He pulled her to him and began to nibble playfully at her ear.
"Please, Molly?" he whispered.
"N-no." His lips moved to her neck, pressing soft, warm kisses against her skin. "Oh, fine," she sighed. He lifted his head to capture her lips.
"Thank you," he told her.
"Mhmm, but you're going to be responsible for it, not me. Only one goat, Sherlock," Molly said firmly.
"Agreed. Now, why don't I treat you to a very good morning?" Sherlock asked with a wink. She followed him excitedly into their cottage. The rest of that morning was spent in bed.
And a very good morning it was indeed.