Molly at 221B

Molly was dozing.
Not totally asleep butnot fully conscious either. Somewhere lovely in between.
She made her eyes drift open and she was greeted by the warm glow of 221B. Sherlock sat on the sofa sideways, back resting on the arm rest, knees bent. ohn was in an armchair across the room, sitting with one leg crossed over the other and his nose in a book. Molly lay between Sherlock's thighs with her head resting on his chest and his fore arms propped on his knees holding a book, cocooning her.
However, his body was far too angular and toned to be comfortable.
"John," she called. The doctor looked up from his book. "Pass me that scarf?" He felt along the back of the chair untill his fingers met the soft wool. He bundled it intoa ball and chucked it across the room.
"What do you want with my scarf?" Sherlock murmured, his voice husky. He had put down his book and was now looking at Molly, bemused. Silently she arranged the soft blue under her head, making herself a Sherlock-scented pillow.
"Not comfy enough for you, am i?" He chuckled in a low voice. He kissed the top of her head gently. Molly reached behind her, around his defined face, so she could play with the soft curls that lay wherehis head became his swan-like neck. Thick and glossy they tangled around her fingers.
Sherlock angled hishead to he could lay a trail of soft,small,teasing kissed from Molly's inner elbow up to her shoulder, each more delicious than the last. His lips lingered ather ear lobe and nipped and tugged playfully. Molly squealed and tried to squirm away but he wouldn't subside. Eventually though, she tilted her head away from him, exposing her neck and giving in to the longing...

A door slammed shut and woke Molly with a start, alomst sending her tumbling off her stool. Sherlock Holmes' silouhette stood sharp against the bright lights of the morgue at St Bart's, followed by John Watson's smaller frame.
"Molly, we need a favour," called Sherlock. Molly blushed violently, remembering her blissful dream. "You've gone red," he noted, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing! Nothing, you just caught me sleeping on the job, that's all!"
Sherlock gazed at her for a moment. Not convinced.
Diamond eyes set on Molly's soft hazelnut ones.
Then he continued asking his 'favour' and the moment was gone.