I Don't Like Your Bed
Sherlock: I don't like your bed.
Molly: Well, you have a nice big, unoccupied bed at home just waiting for you, you know.
Sherlock: *shifts around* How do you sleep in this thing?
Molly: MY bed and I like it.
Sherlock: It's too small.
Molly: Hey, I'm letting you share my bed out of the goodness of my heart so you don't have to sleep on the couch again. I won't get into the fact that this is actually really awkward.
Sherlock: Why is it awkward?
Molly: Take a wild guess.
Sherlock: I sleep here all the time.
Molly: No, you don't.
Sherlock: Well, I suppose you are a heavy sleeper...
Molly: Wait, what?
Sherlock: *gets up* This isn't working.
Sherlock: *grabs overnight bag*
Molly: You're packing a bag for me?
Sherlock: *sarcastically* Well observed, Molly.
Molly: Are you kicking me out? I know you like to use my flat as your bolt hole, but you can't just kick me out of my own home!
Sherlock: I'm not. *rummages around the flat*
Molly: Sherlock!
Sherlock: Anything else you need?
Molly: *annoyedly* No! You were very thorough including that slightly disturbing reorganization of my unmentionables drawer!
Sherlock: It was a rat's nest. Honestly, Molly.
Molly: *fuming*
Sherlock: Well, let's go then. I've left Toby enough food and water for the weekend.
Molly: And, where exactly are we going in the middle of the night?
Sherlock: Baker Street, naturally. My bed is much more comfortable.
Molly: *blinks* But, why do I have to go too?
Sherlock: *confused* How else will we spend the weekend together? It's not often you have weekends off.
Molly: ...
Sherlock: Look, I am trying to be an attentive boyfriend here. I loathe that word.
Molly: *eyes wide* B-boyfriend?
Sherlock: Do keep up, Molly.
Molly: *giggles*
Sherlock: *laces fingers with Molly and pulls her out the door*