Hello boys and girls. I just felt like writing some fluff today. This will be interest or more likly awkward. yeah I'm gonna lean more towards awkward. Hope you Enjoy.

Sherlock blink his eyes open. Massive amounts of sunlight where bathing his bedroom in a soft light. He looked down and saw his favorite person snuggling up close against his chest. Her beautiful hair cascading over his pillows and her eyes closed in a deep sleep. Sherlock smiled. This was one of his favorite sights, her close to him and him close to her. It was seconded only to the same scene but with her eyes open. Suddenly he felt Molly stir beneath him. She opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of Sherlock.
"Hi Sherly" she said. Sherlock frowned.
"Molly you know I hate that name. Mummy always calls me that name and I don't like it" he said sternly. Molly giggled.
"But I'm not your mummy can't you make an exception" she said. She nuzzled back into his chest and closed her eyes again. He sort of forgave her but it wasn't over. From the bedside table he heard his phone vibrate. Sherlock sighed and rolled over to pick up his phone. He slid his finger along the screen and examined the text.
"Who is it" Molly said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes. Sherlock groaned in disappointment.
"It's Lestrade. They just fished a wealthy business man out of the Thames who was wearing only his boxers" he said. Molly rolled over to Sherlock.
"Then I guess you need to get going" she said as she kissed his forehead. She moved away and sat up in the bed. She was wearing her favorite shirt, his purple silk one, and it suited her quite well.
"Molly I don't want to go" Sherlock whined. Suddenly a knock came at the door.
"Uh um Sherlock I just got a text from Lestrade. I'll be getting our stuff ready" said John from the other side of the door. Molly looked over at Sherlock.
"Looks like now you have to go" she whispered ever so softly. Sherlock considered the different scenarios in his head until finally he sat straight up in bed.
"*cough* *cough* John I'm feeling ill. *cough* *violent sneeze* just take your laptop and video chat me when you at the crime scene" Sherlock said with a fake hoarse voice.
"Oh um sorry Sherlock. I'll just leave ok. I talk to you at the crime scene" timidly said John. Then Sherlock and Molly heard a few quiet footsteps and after a while the sound of a door opening and closing. Molly lightly slapped Sherlock on the shoulder.
"Your terrible" she said. Sherlock smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You didn't seem to put up much of a fight" he said. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "You can't just ditch John when you want to stay in bed with me" she protested.
"Yes I can. In fact I just did" he said. This time kissing her softly on her mouth. He felt Molly's lips curve into a smile. Sherlock's hand traveled from Molly's waist up her back and he noticed something odd. He pulled away from their kiss with a little pout from Molly.
"Why are you wearing my shirt" Sherlock asked.
"Because I like sleeping in your shirt and you don't like sleeping in your shirt" she simply replied. Sherlock did in fact not like to sleep with a shirt. Pants yes. Shirt no. Much to Molly's disappointment. Molly started to get up and fling herself over the side of the bed. She then pushed herself over and walked over to Sherlock's dresser. She had only Sherlock's shirt on and her underwear, much to Sherlock delight and dismay.
"What are you doing all the way over there" asked Sherlock. Molly opened the doors and began to search through the clothes.
"I'm looking for some pants and a shirt so you may have yours back" she said pulling out a silly looking, ill fitting maroon sweater.
"Why on earth should you do that. I love it when you wear my shirt. You look beautiful like that just come back over here" he said to her. She looked at Sherlock and smiled as she shoved the sweater back into the wardrobe and walked back to the bed. She slid under the covers and back into Sherlock's arms. She rested her head in that spot between his head and shoulder. They laid in bed for a good ten minutes before Sherlock's voice cut through the silence like a knife.
"Where are we going" he asked. Molly looked up at him.
"What do you mean" Molly replied. Sherlock released her from his hold and laid his head down on his pillow.
"Are we just going to pretend that neither one of us exists" he said. Molly sighed and laid her head down on her pillow so she was looking directly at him.
"You don't want John to know about us. You don't want Mrs. Hudson to know about us and you especially don't want Mycroft to know about us. I would love to tell everyone I'm with you. Heck I hold myself back from saying it everyday, but your going to have to man up and tell the people you care about without worrying what they'll say" Molly lectured. Sherlock groaned.
"John and Mrs. Hudson will just demand that I be more romantic and crap like that and if I tell Mycroft I'll have to check my room for camera's everyday to make sure he isn't spying on us" he said. Molly lifted her hand and ran it thought Sherlock's mass of curls. Sherlock's eyes where closed in though and Molly didn't like to see him so distressed.
"I don't want you to act more romantic, because that's just what it is, an act. Also I don't think Mycroft would put cameras in your bedroom. I'm afraid he wouldn't risk seeing his baby brother in a 'compromising' position" she said trying to make him feel better.
"What about Lestrade, and Scotland yard. Especially that dope Anderson. They'll always laugh behind your back because your dating a sociopath" he said. Molly got closer to him.
"Anderson can stick his opinion where the sun doesn't shine, and as for Lestrade and Scotland Yard. I don't care about what they think, I only care that I'm with you" she said. She moved in closer and kissed his cheek. This made Sherlock smile. He suddenly opened his eyes and flipped over on top of Molly.
"Then it's settled we'll tell everyone about us" he said as he started to pay attention to her neck. They continued on until they heard Sherlock's computer sound off. It was John video messaging him. His computer was sitting on a desk with a perfect view of the occupied couple.
"Sherlock stop John will see us" Molly protested but Sherlock didn't stop and eventually Johns faced popped up on the screen. Johns face immediately turned bright red.
"OH MY GOD . I'm sooo sorry ill call back" he said. As he was about to click away Sherlock lifted his head. Lestrade poked his head onto the screen but once he saw the picture he quickly left.
"John for your information, Molly and I are dating and have been for the past 6 weeks. I would be more careful when video chatting this room in the future, because next time we may be further along" Sherlock said before he returned to his assault on Molly's neck. John shook his head and he screen went blank. Molly giggled.
"Sherlock you scared him, and what if Lestrade or Anderson where watching. You don't have a shirt on and I don't have pants on and we're both in a compromising position. I would die." She said.
"Molly, I know you can't see but Lestrade did see you so your fear is illogical" said Sherlock between pauses in his assault. Sherlock began to methodically remove her shirt, but Molly stopped him.
"Sherlock I didn't want to tell people this way. I didn't want them to see us shagging" she mumbled. Sherlock looked into Molly's eyes.
"Then I promise that when we tell Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft we will be fully clothed" he said as he restarted on her shirt. Molly giggled and enjoyed her morning with him. Some time later the young couple heard a knock on the door and Mrs. Hudson opened it and walked inside.
"Sherlock, John said you wer... OH MY OH IM So IM SO" she said as she ran out the door. Sherlock and Molly where in the middle of something really important. Molly sighed.
"Damn"

Well well well. Looks like Sherlock is human in some respect. Anyway I wanted to contribute to the Sherlolly fan base. I love this couple way more than Johnlock. I do love the crime fighting duo but not as lovers. Thanks for Reading.