A Long Night

It had been a nice night. Having invited John over for dinner, Molly made dinner for the four of them, having invited Mrs Hudson upstairs for the meal. John had seen how Sherlock had eaten the meal prepared by Molly without a single complaint, seeing that the consulting detective was actually enjoying the meal and not eating it to spare Molly’s feelings. He was right though, John thought the meal delicious and perhaps had one too many servings of it. He could not deny it though, Molly was the best thing that had happened to Sherlock and now they were dating it was so much more clear.

The way he looked at his girlfriend was unlike anything John had ever seen from him before and he knew that without a doubt this was real. Sherlock Holmes was entirely smitten with Molly Hooper. The three stayed up late, sharing bottles of wine until John decided he was far too drunk to make it home safely. It did not matter then either way as Mary was away for the weekend and she would not expecting him home at all.

Trudging up the stairs to his old bedroom, he looked around when he entered to see it had been done up since he had last been here. The space was clearly Molly’s considering the desk tucked into the corner was quite tidy and there was the occasional cat post it note stuck onto something. John did not mind though as he saw it as a sign that Sherlock had clearly moved on with his life as he’d allowed Molly to take over some of this space. The room was clearly a spare bedroom now as the sheets were plain and comfortable enough for anyone to sleep on if they were to stay over.

Taking off his outer layers, John left on his singlet and underwear merely for the sake of Molly before he climbed into the bed and tried to settle down though. He c...

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...nd of something hitting a wall.

Perfect… Just bloody perfect…

John could not even resort to using ear plugs as those had moved out with him years ago and he was sure that Molly would not have any reason to keep them up here now. They’d drunk as much as he had so it would be contributing to what was going on downstairs and he had to hope for Mrs Hudson’s sake that they were only this loud when drunk. She would have to put up with this god knows how often and this was his first time.

And last if I can get away with it.

Finally all became quiet again after a long while, with John knowing in unfortunate detail of what had been happening downstairs and who had had to help whom out with what. Just when he thought that the happy couple downstairs had finally fallen asleep, the sounds began again with a low groan of displeasure from John. It was going to be a long night.