Spoilers for "The Sign of Three" in comments, probably.

[thewomanwhocounts]

You know, I think you're far too amused by the indication that I have a sex life. It's lovely and all -  the sex, I mean, not your amusement - but I'm a grown woman and so are you and so I really don't think all that laughing and carrying on was necessary. It's embarrassing. And probably also unhealthy.

I think I liked you better when you thought I spent most of my nights watching Glee re-runs with Toby.

... though I guess there was a small sense of satisfaction in knowing that I rendered Sherlock speechless for a few seconds. 

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I wasn't rendered speechless by the thought of you having sex, Doctor Hooper. It was the fact that you spoke so openly about it without stuttering.

[Well, Sherlock is Sherlock, after all. He offers a small smile, he's teasing, as much as he teases anyway.]

[thewomanwhocounts]

I would have hoped you weren't actually thinking of me having sex. That would probably make things a lot more awkward for the both of us in the future.

[She can abide the teasing, though the smile she offers him in return is a small one.] And a lot's changed since you've been gone, Sherlock. I sort of thought that was obvious.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[A slight twitch of his head.]

Are you saying that having lots of sex has fixed everything for you?

[Even if she starts to speak, he will talk over here.]

Because statistically, it tends to only fix things temporarily, then it causes more problems than what you had before...

[thewomanwhocounts]

Before the sex, Sherlock!

[Give her credit. At least she's not as red as she might've been two years ago.]

I'm not saying that Tom's... 'fixed' everything. It was time that did that. Though... I like to think Tom helped a little. Or more than a little.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh. I see...

[He shifts his weight slightly.]

Like John and I... only not like us at all, because we don't do... that.

[He makes an awkward gesture to indicate 'sex.']

[thewomanwhocounts]

[She wrinkles her nose a bit, but her lips twitch into an amused smile.]

Sort of. I mean... yes. Intimacy isn't just physical, after all. People change us. It's what they do.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I suppose. Though I suspect you mean that in a poetic sense, rather than logically.

[thewomanwhocounts]

What's so illogical about it?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

"People change us." Completely illogical. Only we can change ourselves.

[seesobserves]

The writers are going for a bit of a theme this series.

[thewomanwhocounts]

Theme? Not about my sex life, I hope.

[Yes, she's being willfully ignorant. Because she's moved on. Clearly.]

[seesobserves]

[Looking up like he's thinking about it.]

Nnnno.

[But that's all you're getting about that, Molly, because now he's thinking maybe she doesn't know about the Irene thing and how they actually showed the entire stag night and --

Embarrassment. Embarrassment was what he was going for, but anyway, moving on.]

Mundanes think about that sort of thing too much as it is. Although apparently not yours.

[thewomanwhocounts]

[She won't bring up your laughably low tolerance for alcohol is she can help it, Sherlock. Even if the worst she's ever gotten is a bit giggly with her girlfriends.]

My mundane thinks about more than I care to bring up, really. The number of times she hits pause to point and laugh and make half-baked 'deductions' is sort of ridiculous.

[seesobserves]

Well, if she's laughing about them, at least you can take comfort in the fact that she's wrong.

[thewomanwhocounts]

Oh, as though you've never had a gleeful laugh over your own deductions.

... um... not that that makes hers true, of course.

[seesobserves]

Exactly. I am delighted by truth, whereas she finds amusement in the results of her own stupidity. There's your comfort.

[thewomanwhocounts]

... it's supposed to be comforting to live in the head of a stupid person?

[silverfoxy]

Well, to be fair, it would probably render any bloke a bit speechless.

[thewomanwhocounts]

... it might not have been the most polite thing to have said, but you've got to admit that getting him to stop talking for a few moments is something of an accomplishment.

[silverfoxy]

Yeah, that's true.

And that's the only reason for you wanting to tell him something like that, yeah? Because you've definitely move on. How's ole Tom by the way? [He's grinning like the cat who got the canary. Oh yes, he remembers Tom's theory during the best man speech.]

[thewomanwhocounts]

[She's just giving him a Look. Because really, why does everyone seem to question whether or not she's moved on? It's been two years.]

Tom's just fine, thank you. We're going to meet some of his friends from out of town at a pub this weekend. You're welcome to come along, if you'd like.

[silverfoxy]

[Yeah, but come on, Molly - Tom? Really? You could move on with someone better than him, really, you deserve better. He just holds his hands up as if in defense, but is still smiling.]

I think I'll have to bow out of this one, actually, but thanks for the invite.

[thewomanwhocounts]

[It's not as though Greg had made any better suggestions before she'd found Tom!]

Oh? Please tell me you're not working! You always seem to be working these days.

[silverfoxy]

[Well, he's not exactly one of her girlfriends! And he may or may not have been working a lot lately.]

What? It's my job, Molly - can't help it if I'm a bit dedicated, you know. And anyway, with Sherlock back now... well, things have been turning up for the better. I can solve cases just fine on my own, actually, but you know [he shrugs a shoulder] it's nice having the extra backup again.

[thewomanwhocounts]

[No, but that doesn't mean he's not a friend! He's welcome to share his two cents about Tom; he'll be ignored, but he's still welcome to it!]

I know; I'm not saying you should just ignore your job. I'm the last person to say something like that, really. I just... well....

You deserve to have a good time, too. Away from the craziness we call our lives.