Prompt (from laalratty): Jim and Toby in an ongoing battle for Molly's affections.
Molly turned her key and pushed open the door to her flat, bag of groceries in hand. It had been a long, obnoxious day, running about for Sherlock on top of her own work. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep.
She nearly had a heart attack upon seeing another person on her couch.
"James! What have I said about surprise visits!?"
"That they're not good unless you're home and I should stop breaking in? We can fix the end part if you just gave me a key."
She sighed and went to the kitchen, dumping the groceries on the counter. "What are you doing to my cat?" she called through the wall cutout.
"We're having a staring contest."
Molly frowned and made a kissing noise. The tabby cat jumped from the coffee table to the floor, padding into the kitchen. He meowed as he brushed against Molly's legs. She turned to the fridge and pulled out a can of food.
"Sometimes I could swear you love that cat more than me," Jim sighed, lying back on the couch.
"Sometimes I do. Toby doesn't sneak in and scare me when I come home from work. Isn't that right, Toby?"
He cried again upon hearing the pop of the can cover.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me. I'm not supposed to be home until next week."
"Why'd you come back?"
"Because I finished the job early. And I missed you. Happy? I'm admitting something soft, just for you."
"I didn't think you were capable of missing me," she said absently, plopping cat food on Toby's plate.
"What? That's absurd. Of course I am."
"Missing me or missing the sex?"
He sucked in a breath. "That's a tough one."
"I'm kidding, darling. Of course I missed you more."
"Do you want more?" she cooed at the cat.
Jim sighed. "Molly, this is getting ridiculous."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm being neglected in favor of the fluffball."
"Toby needs my attention; I haven't seen him all day."
"You haven't seen me in two weeks!"
"So? You can take care of yourself. You don't need me to dote on you."
"But I want you to dote on me."
"Do you?" A wicked smile brewed on her angelic features. "You'll have to try asking nicely, then, James."
"Please will you pay more attention to me than that cat?"
"Ooh, sorry, not the right sentence, Jim, try again in an hour."
He growled, getting up. He caught Molly around the waist and pulled her close. "I am going to tie you up if you're not careful," he whispered into her ear.
"Last time I checked I liked being tied up. A lot."
He made a dejected noise. "If I tie you up and leave?"
"Come on, we both know you have the worst time resisting me in knots. Remember that one time with the red silks?"
"Oh my god, do I ever."
The cat cried.
"What's that, sweetie?" Molly slipped from his grasp and bent to pet Toby.
Moriarty groaned. "Molly, sweetheart, divine salvation of my dark existence. You're pushing my patience."
"Toby needs me, Jim. You don't."
"No, that's not true, I—I'm done."
"What was that?" she asked, standing.
"I'm done. I give up. I'm losing to a cat."
"This sounds highly unlike you."
"No it doesn't. Now I'm going to cheat." He scooped her up, throwing a protesting Molly over his shoulder.
"I fight dirty, Molly dearest. Surely, you know that by now. I take what I want, and right now, I want you." He carried her into her room, tossing her onto the bed. "And I really hope you want those red silks as well."
"What if I don't want them?"
He mocked thinking a moment. "Then that's too bad, I guess. I have to punish you for dismissing me somehow."
He shut the door and locked it. No blasted cat was going to interrupt his playtime.