#drunk!lolly

[toyboy-molloy]

*3.14 am, Mollys flat*

-knocking-

Molly: *rushing to the door; pulling on her dressing gown*

Molly: *opens the door; rubbing her eyes* Yes? What do you want?

Man: *grumpy* Is this yours, ma’am? *gestures at Sherlock slumped against the wall, snoring*

Molly: *confused* Um, well, I know him...

Man: *shrugs* That’s good enough for me *wakes Sherlock roughly* oi, lover boy! We’re here.

Sherlock: Mmm *opens his eyes; grins* Mollyyy... *drapes himself over her*

Molly: *struggling to stand, supporting him* How did you find me?

Man: He just kept mumbling your name and address, love. Said he was your husband.

Molly: *blinks* H-husband?

Sherlock: *mumbles into her shoulder* Yes, wifey...

Molly: *blushes* Thank you. How much do I owe you?

Man: *waves a hand* All taken care of ma’am. Big brother, you see.

Molly: *nods* Right...thanks *closes the door*

Sherlock: *sighs deeply* ...thought he’d never leave.

Molly: *rolls her eyes; heaves him to the bedroom* Shut up, you idiot *chucks him on the bed*

Sherlock: *half-asleep; grins* Y’know I like it rough...

Molly: *folds her arms* Sherlock, how did you get THIS drunk?

Sherlock: *mumbles* Case. Had to stay in character.

Molly: *sighs* Well I’ll take the sofa then *rolls him over* and for God’s sake stay on your stomach.

Sherlock: *pouts* Stay wimme.

Molly: *raises an eyebrow* What?

Sherlock: *slurs* We’d make the prettiest babies.

Molly: ...

Sherlock: *giggles* Cute mini science-tists.

Molly: *smiles* Is that right?

Sherlock: *yawns* Mhmm.

Molly: Right, shall we get started now, then?

Sherlock: *sleepy* Uh-huh.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: Was that good for you?

Molly: *shakes her head* Get some sleep, you moron *tucks him in; kisses his forehead*

Sherlock: *smiling* Still got it *snoring*

[justatrashpanda]

So, I have a prompt, if anyone wants it... Was watching the Wedding Planner, and the scene after she sees her ex-fiance is always my favorite, where he's walking her drunk ass home and takes care of her while she rambles on. Was wondering if anyone could write a Sherlolly fic, where Sherlock takes care of his drunk Molly, but with a better ending than her kicking him out. Lol Please and Thank you!

[toyboy-molloy]

*221B*

Molly: *lying spread-eagle on the bed*

Molly: *smiling lazily* Pretty, pretty...preeeetty. Prettyyyy, pretty, pretty.

Sherlock: *removing her shoes* So you've said.

Molly: 's true *clumsily pats his face* so pretty.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* At least call me something more masculine.

Molly: *thinking* Pretty man.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: Thanks.

Molly: *sighs* I bet you're a good shag, too.

Sherlock: Well, you should know.

Molly: *frowns* How?

Sherlock: *sighs* We're married, Molly.

Molly: *lifts her head; shocked* Are we? Huh *drops her head down* how'd I manage that?

Sherlock: *smiles* Far too easily.

Molly: *sleepy* I love you, baby.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I love you, too.

[toyboy-molloy]

*221B*

Sherlock & Molly: *slumped on the sofa, beyond wasted*

Molly: *waving a whiskey bottle* ...'nother one solved.

Sherlock: *scoffs* No thanks to 'strade.

Molly: *elbows him* Give 'im a break. He was nearly shot.

Sherlock: *pouts* I WAS shot.

Molly: *knocking back another shot* By Mary...

Sherlock: *waves a hand* Ahh, she didn't mean it. And, and I could tell...she MEANT it. She meant to not mean it.

Molly: *smiles* C'mere

Sherlock: *scoots closer* Wassrong?

Molly: *whispers in his ear* I wanna kiss it better.

Sherlock: *grins like the Cheshire cat* Do you?

Molly: *nods; giggling* Yep.

Sherlock: *nods* Okie doke *unzipping his trousers*

Molly: *confused* I thought you were shot in the chest.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: Noooope.

Molly: *grins* Alrighty then.

[toyboy-molloy]

Keys and Locks

*Molly's flat*

Molly: *bored; lying on her sofa, eating crisps*

News Reporter: ...two men were later arrested in connection with the brutal murders. Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his companion, Dr. Molly Hooper - dubbed Sherlolly - declined to comment-

Molly: *inhales crisps and starts choking*

Sherlock: *hands her a glass of water* Here.

Molly: *wheezes, eyes streaming* Thanks *gulps the water; turns to Sherlock, alarmed* how long have you been sitting there?

Sherlock: *shrugs* Five minutes.

Molly: *brushes crisps off of herself; grumpy* Could've said something.

Sherlock: *leans back; gestures at the TV* What do you think?

Molly: *awkward* Um...w-why are the press calling us that?

Sherlock: It's easier for their small brains to cope with.

Molly: *raises an eyebrow*

Sherlock: *sighs* Fine. I...like it.

Molly: *surprised* You did that?

Sherlock: *nods*

Molly: *frowns* Why not Mollylock?

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* It's stupid. We're not calling ourselves Mollylock.

Molly: *folds her arms* Well, I don't like Sherlolly.

Sherlock: *offended* Why not?

Molly: Sherlock, it sounds like a childish nickname for your... *blushes* you know.

Sherlock: *confused* My- oh *shifts closer; smirks* I call that the Sher-key to your Mollylock.

Molly: *giggles* Have you been drinking?

Sherlock: *shrugs* They wanted to celebrate the case. Well?

Molly: *blinks* Well what?

Sherlock: *leans over her* Welllll why don't we do some celebrating of our own. Sherlolly-style.

Molly: *shakes her head* Stop saying that.

Sherlock: *grins* Make me.

Molly: *snogs him*

[toyboy-molloy]

cute shippy starters: Tell me a secret

@biroba do you mind if I do this as a chat? if you want me to extend, I’ll happily do so. I hope you like it :D

*Molly’s building*Sherlock: *giggling*Molly: *heaving him upstairs* What?Sherlock: *sighs* You’re so cute when you’re mad.Molly: *stops outside her door; fumbles for her keys* Well, I must be adorable.Sherlock: *more giggling*Molly: *leads him inside* How much did you drink?Sherlock: *leaning against her; smiling lazily* It was for a case.Molly: *removes his coat* Mmm *pats his arm* Come on, let’s get you to bed.Sherlock: *groans* No, we can’t! *whispers* …you don’t know.Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Don’t know what?Sherlock: Shhhhhh *clumsily taps her lips* iss a secret.Molly: *eases him onto the bed* Really?Sherlock: *nods* Firefly.Molly: *undoing his jacket; amused* Sorry?Sherlock: *sleepy* You’re a firefly. Warm and…small.Molly: *trying not to laugh; hands him a glass of water* Is that the secret you wanted to tell me?Sherlock: *shakes his head, attempts to drink the water and misses his mouth completely* Nooooo! I love you… *smiles like a dork*Molly: …Molly: Of course you do.Sherlock: *clumsily pulls her beside him* My firefly.Molly: *rolls her eyes; smoothes his hair* I love you too.Sherlock: *mumbles* Good…don’t tell Molly. She’s mine… *starts snoring*Molly: *shakes her head fondly; stroking his face* Fool.

[toyboy-molloy]

*2.39am, 221B Baker Street*

Sherlock: *sprawled on the sofa; groaning*

Molly: *watching him, arms folded*

Sherlock: *shakes his head; trying to push himself up* Sod it...gonna do it.

Molly: *raises an eyebrow* No, you're not.

Sherlock: *struggling to sit up* Am. Gonna do it now.

Molly: *sighs* Sherlock-

Sherlock: *whines* Why noooot?

Molly: *rubbing her forehead* We've been married for six years, we have two kids; you really don't need to get a tattoo to prove how much you value our relationship!

Sherlock: *pouts* But I lurve you.

Molly: *smiles* I know *holds out her hand* C'mon. Let's go to bed.

Sherlock: *frowns* I'm a dad?

Molly: *nods*

Sherlock: *rolls onto the floor* Wanna see 'em.

Molly: *heaves him to his feet* They're sleeping. You'll see them in the morning.

Sherlock: *nods* Yeah *pauses* Does that mean we had *whispers* seeex?

Molly: *sighs*

Sherlock: *holding her as they walk* I lurve my Molly.

Molly: *leads him to the bedroom* You're terrible on daiquiris, you know that.

Sherlock: *climbing into bed; sleepily* Want my boys.

Molly: *smiling fondly; smoothing his hair* I love you, too.

[toyboy-molloy]

Molly: *folding her arms*

Sherlock: *on the floor; muffled* I'm shorry, I did- didn't mean tooo...

Molly: *running her hands over her face* Sherlock, it's three in the morning *sighs* So, you kissed someone else?

Sherlock: *groans*

Molly: *sighs* Look, it's okay, you were drunk-

Sherlock: *nodding hard* I couldn't help myshelf; she was sho pretty and nice. She smiled at me.

Molly: *frowns* When did this happen?

Sherlock: *points at the door* 'fore I met 'im. Err, John. *whines* Forgive me, Molly. Pleashe, I want you.

Molly: *giggling* That was me, you fool.

Sherlock: *lifts his head; squinting* Was it? *grins* Ohhh...yeah. Youuu were cute *drops his head* Thought she tasted famliliarly... *passes out*

Molly: ...

Molly: *glances down at her bump* He's your problem now.