It was some time later before they spoke again. They had moved up to the sofa and Molly was laying with her head on his still bear chest as she slept. Sherlock lazily ran his fingers through her hair smiling to himself after a very well spent evening if he did say so himself. Molly he was sure would agree too. When she woke up. But that would be later. For now rest was needed. Because when they awoke Sherlock wanted Molly to help him make a glitter bomb for Mycroft. She shifted against in and sighed his name. He bent and gently kisses her forehead. On second thought the glitter bomb could wait.
Perhaps they'd make terrific wedding invitations, he mused as he closed his eyes to sleep at last
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