'You've got all of me.

I belong to you.
Yeah, you're my everything.'

- In Case You Didn't Know by Brett Young

After a couple of weeks, Sherlock took notice of the changes in his flat. It looked more lived-in than usual. Of course there was his usual mess, but now a lot of Molly's belongings were there as well. This would have alarmed his old self greatly, but he took comfort in the fact that she was subconsciously moving in with him, little by little.

Her favourite knit afghan lay across the back of the sofa and her Alice in Wonderland mug resided on the coffee table. Upon the desk, there was a clear separation of his paperwork and textbooks and her paperwork along with her laptop. Sherlock ventured into his bedroom, though now it could be called their bedroom. There was a photo of the two of them on his bedside table; a candid that Mary took of them. They had just been talking quietly together, him sitting in his chair and her in his lap. The conversation had only been about a case, but it was the way they looked at each other in that moment that caused Mary to snap the photo.

Her dirty clothes resided with his and his wardrobe contained some of her dresses and skirts. The once empty drawer in his dresser was now filled with jumpers, pants and lingerie. He blinked rapidly, attempting to get a grip on himself. How had he not noticed her lacy knickers being kept here?

The shower contained not only his products, but hers as well, including the strawberry shampoo he knew the scent of so well. On the sink's counter, her spare toothbrush was beside his and there was the bottle of lotion she always used after her showers. It smelled like honeysuckle and it was his favourite scent on her, as it heightened her natural scent as well. Molly's purple dressing gown was hanging beside his blue one on the back of the door. Just then his phone rang, her name lighting up on the screen.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Why do you always think it's an emergency when I call?" Molly laughed. "I just wanted to let you know I have to work overtime tonight, so I won't be home until late." His heart pounded in his chest at the sound of her calling Baker Street home.

"Would you like me to keep you company?" he offered. "I can bring takeaway for dinner so you won't have to eat in the canteen."

"I'd like that," she smiled, already excited to see him. "If you're going to Angelo's just get me the usual, please."

"I'll be there soon," he told her.

"Goodness, that fettucine alfredo smells heavenly," Molly remarked as Sherlock entered her office. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, honeybee," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She was wearing her glasses—a rare sight for him—but he adored how she looked in them. "Forget your contacts?" he asked as he sat down.

"Hm? Oh yeah, left them at my flat, so I didn't have them at yours this morning," she explained.

"Darling, maybe you should pick a place to live," he suggested. "Half of your belongings are practically at Baker Street."

"Sherlock Holmes, are you asking me to move in with you?" she smiled.

"Yes, but to be fair, you've already taken it upon yourself to start the moving process," he chuckled. Molly playfully smacked his shoulder in response. His jaw dropped in mock-seriousness, as if he couldn't believe she'd done that. He quickly snapped it shut when he felt her lips press against his neck from behind. She wasn't going to get away with it that easily, so as Molly walked around him to go sit behind her desk, he gave a light pat at her bum.

"Cheeky bugger," she giggled. Then they were both laughing at her unintentional pun.

By the time they had entered 221B, they were both pretty exhausted. Sherlock had been sleeping more often than he usually did—whether that was because he wanted to take better care of himself now or his sleepless nights were catching up to him, he didn't know. Perhaps, it was both.

For whatever reason, neither of them could actually sleep. Molly suddenly burst into giggles whilst thinking about the terrible joke Sherlock made earlier. She had allowed him to peruse the spare body parts for his next experiment. At the time, she was confessing how nervous she was about her upcoming presentation. Leave it to Sherlock to erase her worries by revealing the spine he had held in his hand and telling her, "I've got your back."

"What is so funny?" Sherlock asked, amused by her giggling.

"I've got your back," she laughed so hard, she snorted. Soon, they were both losing it, their overtired state making them a bit loopy. It took a while for their laughter to subside, but when it did, Sherlock pulled her close to him so that she was tucked against his side.

"God, I love you," he spoke softly before pressing his lips to hers so tenderly, Molly felt as if she could cry. Wait—a tear slipped down her cheek. Sherlock must have noticed because he kissed it away, tasting the salt on his lips. "Sleep now, my darling." It wasn't long before they drifted off peacefully.

Author's Note: I really love writing small, silly, sweet moments between them. My goal with this chapter was to show how deeply, beautifully intimate they were without any sexual intimacy.