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Molly woke up to the feeling of arms curled around her waist. Sherlocks arms. As she tried to get up, he just pulled her closer. Molly decided getting up could wait for now.
Sherlock woke to the feel of his petite pathologist curled up in front of him. She looked so peaceful while she slept, her features relaxed and beautiful, not that they weren’t always beautiful. He pulled her closer before drifting off to sleep again.