I’ve had this in my ‘works in progress’ folder for months even though I finished writing it awhile ago. It just needed some edits here and there…you know how it is. Anyway. Enjoy some lazy, sleepy smut!
Edit: I’ve added this to AO3 and FF.net if you’d rather read it there
“The body is in full rigor mortis at this point.”
“Molly. Wake up.”
“Have you looked at the neck?”
“Yes. It’s nice.” Sherlock nuzzles his face into the crook of Molly’s neck and inhales deeply.
The nuzzling doesn’t work to rouse her; in fact, it has the opposite effect. A finger is unceremoniously jabbed in his cheek. He withdraws from his position just a bit, knowing full well how this will pan out if Molly continues to sleep talk. He learned his lesson long ago having suffered one too many night-time nosebleeds.
“It’s green blue. Blue green. Greenish…blue. It’ll spread to the rest of the body soon enough.”
“Molly.” He says it more forcefully this time - loud enough to startle her awake. Her body tenses as it makes the transition to full consciousness. He rubs at her bare shoulder to rouse her further and to assure her that she isn’t dreaming anymore.
“Mmph. What time is it?” she mumbles, pulling more of the duvet away from him.
Sherlock glances at the clock on the bedside table. “Half past two.”
“Why are we awake?”
“You were talking in your sleep,” he points out.
“So?” Despite her grumpiness at being jostled awake, Molly settles back against him, sighing in contentment. With her tousled hair and twisted pajamas she looks just as endearing to him as she always does, perhaps more so. A stirring in his own set of pajama bottoms confirms that yes, ‘more so’ is an apt phrase to use.