A/N: Short one, because in all honesty I have no idea about scary movies. I don't watch them.
They scare me.
5. Scary Movie Marathon.
"Molly you don't like Carrie." Sherlock had come home, having ghosted up the stairs as always and making her scream.
"I know but it is Halloween, a Hooper tradition." He hung his coat up and unwound his scarf from his neck as he cowered behind her pillow.
"Your brother dared you to do it when you were eleven and that's how it became a tradition." Sherlock huffed flopping beside her, hiding a smile when she cuddled into him.
"How it started is irrelevant." Molly held the remote while he kicked his shoes off.
"How long left?" His arm snaked along the sofa behind her head.
"Twenty minutes and then it's Blair Witch Project." Molly pressed play.
"You hid behind the sofa for that last year." Sherlock fell silent as the film continued.
They were on Nightmare on Elm Street before Molly called it quits. She had every light turned on as she headed to bed and she waited until he was in bed before her side light went off.
"Molly." Sherlock's voice rumbled in the darkness. "Get to sleep sweetheart." He allowed her to wrap herself around him like an ivy trail, her nose buried into his neck.
"When I've made something happy up in my head I will." She took a deep breath of Sherlock's smell and closed her eyes.
"Okay darling." His chest rumbled beneath her ear and he stroked her hair absently. "You'd think after watching the same films every year you'd know what was coming."
"You know my imagination Sherlock, it scares me. The gore doesn't bother me which is why I don't find SAW scary, these films are apprehension and that's scarier." Molly mumbled into his collarbone.
"I know all of that but you still know what's coming." Sherlock twirls a strand of her hair around his finger.
"Guess it's just me Sherlock." Molly snuggles in closer.
"Let's have a sex marathon instead of a scary movie marathon next year." Sherlock murmured as he felt sleep claiming him.
"We can do that tomorrow." Molly mumbled.