"Molly, I think I'm going to die." Molly practically launched herself at Sherlock. Her arms flew around his neck faster than lightening. His lips made the first move, Molly soon sunk into Sherlock's warm embrace. Molly's Tongue carefully parted Sherlock's lips and her tongue ventured inside a once forbidden cave. Sherlock never went up to Moriarty on the rooftop, and no-one was shot.
Chapter 1 -
"Sherlock!" Mrs Hudson shouted "Molly's here!" It was the Baker Street Christmas Party, but this year was different, Sherlock and Molly were together. John had settled down and got married. Lestrade had finally got his divorce settled, and Mycroft was still the British Government.
Sherlock practically jumped down the stairs, where Molly was waiting. She was wearing a navy blue dress that just brushed her knees. One Sherlock had bought her just 3 weeks earlier. She was wearing matching shoes and a black cardigan.
"Molly, You look stunning!" Sherlock managed to blurt out before pulling her into a kiss. They headed up to the flat, Molly looked around at all the Christmas decorations put up by Mary (John's Wife) and Mrs Hudson. They stopped in the doorway of the flat. Both Molly and Sherlock looked up, to see some well-placed mistletoe.
"Mistletoe." Molly whispered.
"Sound analysis, Dr Hooper, though I had hoped you'd go further." Molly placed a gentle kiss on Sherlock's lips. He raised his eyebrows.
"is that a challenge, Mr Holmes?" Molly asked. Sherlock nodded. Molly pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, She melted into Sherlock's embrace, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Sherlock walked to his armchair and sat down. They parted, and Molly started to giggle.
"what?" Sherlock asked, starting to laugh himself.
"Nothing" Molly managed between giggles. "I love you, Sherlock Holmes."
"I love you, Molly Hooper" Sherlock then turned his attention to Lestrade. "Lestrade, could you pass us that bag of presents from the doorway." Lestrade obliged. This year, Molly and Sherlock had done joint presents. Sherlock had something very special planned, but hadn't told anyone, fearing that they would tell Molly. Mycroft had obviously worked it out, being a Holmes.
"and finally, my present to Molly" Sherlock said as he stood up and walked over to where Molly was sitting. He slid to one knee and took Molly's hands in his.
"Molly, my darling, I know this is all very sentimental, but I couldn't help myself. Will you marry me?" Molly broke into tears and nodded. Sherlock stood up and pulled Molly up too. He pulled her close and whispered into her ear.
"Hello, Mrs Holmes."