A/N: I do not own Sherlock, no matter how much I wish I did. BUT OH GOOD LORD THAT EPISODE!
Sherlock sat on the sofa, reading a book Mary had given him, it was called The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. It wasn't half bad actually, he was quite enjoying it. He had just gotten to the part where Arthur was meeting Slartabartfast when suddenly the front door of 221B Baker street burst open.
"John?" Sherlock's voice called from the living room. "No, it's me." Molly's voice called, her voice seemed to shake, odd.
"I hope it's alright that I come here, it's just that I don't have that many real friends and John and Mary are out on a date and-" Suddenly she let out a sob.
Sherlock jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly over to the entryway where he saw Molly crying. He immediately wrapped his arms around her sobbing frame and she leaned into him, crying into his shirt. They stayed that way for a while until she had stopped sobbing so hard.
"How about we go into the living room and I'll make some tea. That sound good?" He said in a soothing voice. She nodded and he led her to the living room.
She sat down as he went to make some tea, he came back, moments later with two steaming cups and sat down beside her on the sofa, depositing the cups on the table in front of them.
"What's wrong?" He asked her worriedly. "Is it Toby?"
"No." Molly cried. "It-it-it's Tom."
She leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around her small frame.
"What's he do? If he hurt you I'll-"
"No, no, he didn't touch me."
"Good, but then what is it?"
"H-h-he's been cheating on me this whole entire time." She sobbed into his shoulder. Sherlock rubbed her back comfortingly. Why would he do that to sweet innocent little Molly Hooper?
"I-I thought I loved him Sherlock! And-and he had told me that he loved me too and he even proposed! He proposed to me Sherlock! Who does that when they're cheating?!" Molly exclaimed.
"I know, I don't like him either." Sherlock told her, wait a minute thought? Thought?!
"Wait a minute you thought you loved him?"
"Well yes, I mean I hardly saw you while you were dead, sometimes I thought you were dead because you hardly called or texted. But when you came back I realized that I wasn't over you and that I didn't love Tom as much as I l-love you." She said, bringing her face out of his shoulder and staring at him.
"You-you love me?" Sherlock said, taken aback. "Yes." She said, hesitation in her eyes.
Suddenly Sherlock lowered his head and met his lips with hers. Her lips tasted sweet against his, like cupcakes. He slipped his tongue out from his mouth and Molly opened her mouth slightly, giving him entrance. She reached her hands into his hair and started to play with his hair.
He was starting to get a little light headed from the lack of air, but he didn't want to stop, he snaked his arms around her and clutched her closer to him.
Finally the lack of oxygen got the better of them and they pulled apart, Their foreheads together, looking into eachothers eyes.
"Does this mean that you?" Molly asked.
"Yes." Sherlock said. "I love you Molly Hooper."
Suddenly they heard clapping and broke apart. They turned their heads to the sound and saw John and Mary standing at the doorway applauding them.
"Did you just see all that?" Molly and Sherlock asked in unison.
"Yep. Congrats mate." John said, clapping Sherlock on the shoulder and walking to the kitchen.
Molly and Sherlock turned to each other and laughed. "So…. Molly Hooper, would you like to go get some fish and chips?" Sherlock grinned.
"I would love to Sherlock Holmes." She laughed.
He kissed her quickly before they grabbed their coats and went out the door to the amusement of John and Mary.