A/N: A chat fic once again :)

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Saboteur

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Molly: *cheeks burning*

Molly: *eyes on the ceiling*

Molly: Every single time! How? How do you even know?

Sherlock: *flops down on the couch and puts up feet on the coffee table*

Sherlock: You're implying that this was a premeditated attempt to ruin your plans for copulating with someone who barely meets the criteria for being an acquaintance.

Molly: *tries to ignore drops of water glistening on his lean torso*

Molly: 'Implying'? Are you kidding me? You walked out of my bedroom naked and sopping wet!

Molly: What was Brian supposed to think with you parading around… waving your… junk about?!

Sherlock: It's been a hot day and I required a shower.

Molly: You don't live here!

Sherlock: Eyes up here and that's quite beside the point, Molly.

Molly: *blushes* And Robert? Michael? And what about Tom!

Sherlock: *stretches languidly * I've deleted it.

Molly: He crawled into my bed and found you instead. And again… Naked!

Sherlock: Ah yes. Unexpected and unpleasant. He has cold hands. And, a one track mind.

Molly: Is this the equivalent of a pissing contest to mark your territory?!

Sherlock: *gets up to turn on a fan* It certainly is a warm night, don't you think?

Molly: *tries not to look*

Molly: *tilts head as she looks*

Molly: *breathlessly* It's either that or you're an exhibitionist.

Sherlock: *looks squarely at Molly* You should take a shower.

Molly: W-what?

Sherlock: You could have heat stroke.

Molly: I don't—

Sherlock: *pulls Molly to her feet* Better safe than sorry.

Molly: But…

Sherlock: I'd better help you in case you get faint.

Molly: But, that means you're going to...

Sherlock: Oh, and Molly. No more dates. I don't fancy other men getting to bed with me while I'm waiting for you.

Molly: *realization dawns*

Molly: *smirks as he leans down to kiss her*