Domestic Bliss?

"Oh bloody hell!" Molly exclaimed as she closed the door of her flat behind her, taking instant note of the Belstaff hung up nearby, "Sherlock! I really don't understand why you keep doing this! If you want to come home with me, than just come home with me!"

Insufferable man.

She switched on the light, revealing him stretched out on her sofa. She shook her head as she carried her Tesco bags into the kitchen. She heard him get up and follow her.

"It would be much easier if you would just come home with me, to Baker Street, permanently."

She spun around, facing him. He was standing in the doorway, one hand on the frame.

"I already told you, no! Not yet. I'm not moving in with you. I am not giving up my flat, not yet."

He moved forward until he was standing directly in front of her. She stepped back bumping into the counter. He placed his hands flat on either side of her, trapping her in. His face was directly in front of hers. Their eyes locked on each other's.

Damn him. Why does he have to smell so good?

"Why? I don't understand. Why? I don't like not knowing."

Hmm … that's new. Sherlock Holmes not knowing. Fascinating.

She broke away from his gaze, "Space." She stated flatly.

"Space?" He pondered this word, the inner workings of his mind trying to grasp onto what she meant.

"Yes, space Sherlock. I need space, and I know you do too. We've been together for less than a month! We shouldn't rush into anything. And moving in together, right now, is rushing."

He frowned, "But I want you with me. I need you. Baker Street is horribly boring without you! You hardly ever stay the night, why is that?"

She sighed, "Lack of food is one."

His frown deepened, "If I had food, you'd stay?"

"Yes. I would stay over more often. Not permanently though." She added that last part because his eyes had started to brighten; thinking that he had at last gotten her to accept his proclamation.

He huffed, "You really are extremely stubborn."

"Look who is talking."

His eyes narrowed, then suddenly she spotted a particular gleam.

Oh no. I know what that look means. You've caught on to an idea, haven't you? And I know exactly what it is!

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare get Mycroft to have his men remove my things to your flat! You think I can't see what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours Sherlock, but I can!"

He growled in annoyance, but she only smile cheekily at him.

"How about a compromise?"

Before she could continue speaking he spat out a definitive "No." He stepped away from her, walking out of the kitchen.

Great. The sulking five year old has returned! Honestly.

Stepping into the living room she found him curled up on the sofa, his back to her. She walked over, laying down behind him, and putting her arm over his waist, her hand gripping onto his wrist.

"Stop it. I can hear you pouting."

His only response was an indignant humph.

"Sherlock. Look at me."

He grumbled under his breath as he rolled over, facing her. She cupped the side of his face with her hand.

Damn you, you beautiful man!

"Why does it mean so much to you? My moving in to Baker Street?"

He leaned into her hand, "I want to take care of you."

Well, doesn't that beat all?

She fought back a laugh, "Sherlock, you can barely take care of yourself!"

His pout returned, "With you it would be different."

She raised her eyebrows, "Would it?"

"Yes."

She blinked at him, "If I did move in, IF, could I still keep my flat?"

"Whatever for?" He scoffed.

"To escape to when you get particularly annoying."

He rolled his eyes, "Fine."

Molly: 1, Sherlock: 0.

"And another thing …"

He sighed, but smirked slightly as she leaned in to him.

"No more severed body parts in the fridge."

He groaned.

"We'll get you another one specifically for that."

"Hmph."

"It's not sanitary, you dolt! But do feel free to continue with your experiments. I rather like the way you look with your safety goggles on."

His eyes widened slightly, before he slipped his hand over her waist and on to her lower back.

"Molly Hooper, do you have a science kink?"

She gave him another cheeky smile, "Don't you have a kink for me in my lab coat?"

He silenced her with a kiss.

"So you will?" His eyes were still filled with doubt.

Who is this strange, unsure Sherlock?

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Yes Sherlock, I'll move in with you."

"About bloody time."

He pulled her body flush up against his as he kissed her again.

I'd say that our score is now a tie.

All of her thoughts were quickly dismissed as he began to do away with her clothing.