Another anonymous prompt fill. Basically, Sherlock + Horror Film = Sherlolly fluff. :)
"Are you sure about this, John?" Sherlock asked doubtfully, eyeing his best friend. "This does not seem like the type of film Molly would like."
"Trust me on this, Sherlock. It always works for me and Mary. Put this on and turn down the lights. Before you know it, Molly will be snuggled in your arms."
Molly laughed quietly to herself as she looked over at her boyfriend, who was currently squeezing the life out of one of her throw pillows. He was completely engrossed in the scene on the television in front of them.
"But why would they run towards the danger without adequate preparation? Really, Molly, this scenario is completely absurd! How can people stand this drivel?!"
Sherlock had suggested they watch a movie at her flat tonight instead of going out, and Molly had been thrilled, if a bit apprehensive at what film Sherlock would choose. When she had opened the door to let him inside and glimpsed the title he held in his hands, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. Leave it to Sherlock to select one of her favorite films. Although he had appeared a bit shocked at her reaction, he had happily reciprocated for a number of minutes.
Now, they were bundled up on the sofa, the bowl of popcorn lying forgotten on the table. It became very obvious after the first few scenes that Sherlock had never seen a horror flick before this, and Molly was enjoying his running commentary about everything that was happening.
"How on earth could they believe that was real blood? The consistency is hardly accurate!" Even as he spoke, he pulled his blanket tighter around himself, wincing as one of the unlucky teenagers met her untimely death. Molly suspected that his observations were actually a way to detach himself from the massacre occurring on screen, as he was too proud to admit that it bothered him.
Taking pity on her boyfriend, she crawled over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. His arms curled around her in response, and his head came to rest on top of hers. "Do not fear, Molly. It is only a fictional representation of events that are unlikely to ever transpire. If you would like me to stay with you tonight, however, in case your subconscious interprets the incidents as truth and produces terrifying images while you are asleep, I will do so. For your peace of mind, of course."
She giggled quietly again when he crushed her as the deranged killer appeared, evidently out of nowhere. "Of course. I think that would be best, Sherlock," she mumbled into his ear, placing a kiss just beneath his jaw.
He shuddered at the sensation but tried to hide the effect she was having on him. Apparently, terror was a rather strong aphrodisiac for the detective. Molly made a mental note to remember that in the future, continuing her assault on his neck while the movie continued to play.
"Molly….You're missing the end!"
"It's okay. We can finish it later," she whispered huskily. When he remained silent, she pulled back to look up at him. He appeared to be debating with himself before he sighed.
"There are only a few minutes left, Molly. Let's just see how it concludes!"
She unwrapped herself from him and moved back to the other side of the sofa. "Fine!" she exclaimed, frustrated, as she frowned and crossed her arms.
Sherlock, it seemed, had other plans, as he grabbed her arm and brought her back to his side, giving her an apologetic peck on the lips. She relaxed in his embrace, grinning up at him.
The next morning, Sherlock awoke on the sofa, still cuddled around Molly, and fired off a text to John to thank him for his idea. He would torture himself with that nonsense every night if it meant waking up next to his pathologist. He smiled at her and fell back to sleep.
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