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darnedchildSummary: A cantankerous ball of fluff with a broken purr.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Fluffy” for Sherlolly, from @221b-ean
Toby
The cat purred under his hand, a raspy sound that stuttered in an almost imperceptible rhythm.
Sherlock had been alarmed the first time Molly’s cat had finally deigned to crawl into his lap. He’d called out to Molly, convinced that Toby was in the midst of some sort of respiratory distress and needed to be taken to the vet immediately.
“Oh, no, he always sounds like that when he’s happy,” Molly had assured him.
Her words had left him momentarily speechless.
It was still a difficult concept for him to accept, that he could make someone else happy simply by existing. The cat demanded nothing more from him than a warm lap and a soft touch.
It took the cantankerous ball of fluff with the broken purr and a propensity to shed fur all over his trousers for Sherlock to fully realize that the simple moments he shared with Molly—her head on his shoulder as they watched crap telly, her playing with his hair while he got lost in his thoughts, the contented way she curled into his arms as they talked—held some of the deepest meaning.
He loved her, but just as importantly, he made her happy.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Fluffy” for Sherlolly, from @221b-ean
Toby
The cat purred under his hand, a raspy sound that stuttered in an almost imperceptible rhythm.
Sherlock had been alarmed the first time Molly’s cat had finally deigned to crawl into his lap. He’d called out to Molly, convinced that Toby was in the midst of some sort of respiratory distress and needed to be taken to the vet immediately.
“Oh, no, he always sounds like that when he’s happy,” Molly had assured him.
Her words had left him momentarily speechless.
It was still a difficult concept for him to accept, that he could make someone else happy simply by existing. The cat demanded nothing more from him than a warm lap and a soft touch.
It took the cantankerous ball of fluff with the broken purr and a propensity to shed fur all over his trousers for Sherlock to fully realize that the simple moments he shared with Molly—her head on his shoulder as they watched crap telly, her playing with his hair while he got lost in his thoughts, the contented way she curled into his arms as they talked—held some of the deepest meaning.
He loved her, but just as importantly, he made her happy.