Positively Filthy
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darnedchildSummary: Molly gets dirty.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Mud" for Sherlolly, from @penaltywaltz.
Positively Filthy
“I smell like sewage.”
Sherlock tilted his head for a moment to consider it, then nodded. “An accurate assessment, Molly.”
“I smell like sewage because you made me crawl through a partially clogged stormwater bypass,” she hissed as she stormed up the stairs to 221b.
“You were the only one who could fit through the intake pipe,” Sherlock reminded her as he followed her into his rooms, only just managing to dodge the sopping wet jacket she threw at his head. “What are you doing?”
Molly continued to wrestle with her nasty clothes as she stomped toward the bathroom, dropping items onto the floor the second she managed to remove them. “I’m taking a shower.”
He froze in place as she pulled her shirt over her head. “Here?”
“I’m filthy.” She put her hands on her hip and stood there in only her bra and mud-caked jeans. “Surely you don’t expect me to wait until I get home to wash up?”
Sherlock blinked. Then blinked again. Then grinned. “You’re right. It’s my fault you got dirty.” He began to pop open the buttons on his shirt. “Therefore, it’s my responsibility to make sure you get scrubbed clean, don’t you agree?”
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Mud" for Sherlolly, from @penaltywaltz.
Positively Filthy
“I smell like sewage.”
Sherlock tilted his head for a moment to consider it, then nodded. “An accurate assessment, Molly.”
“I smell like sewage because you made me crawl through a partially clogged stormwater bypass,” she hissed as she stormed up the stairs to 221b.
“You were the only one who could fit through the intake pipe,” Sherlock reminded her as he followed her into his rooms, only just managing to dodge the sopping wet jacket she threw at his head. “What are you doing?”
Molly continued to wrestle with her nasty clothes as she stomped toward the bathroom, dropping items onto the floor the second she managed to remove them. “I’m taking a shower.”
He froze in place as she pulled her shirt over her head. “Here?”
“I’m filthy.” She put her hands on her hip and stood there in only her bra and mud-caked jeans. “Surely you don’t expect me to wait until I get home to wash up?”
Sherlock blinked. Then blinked again. Then grinned. “You’re right. It’s my fault you got dirty.” He began to pop open the buttons on his shirt. “Therefore, it’s my responsibility to make sure you get scrubbed clean, don’t you agree?”