Sherlock rested his head on Molly's shoulder and left a tiny kiss on her nape. "What do you think about "darling"?"
Molly laughed and laced their fingers together in front of her. "Mm… no. Too… Peter Pan. Mm… Sweetheart?" she volunteered.
Her consulting detective snorted derisively. "Juvenile. Beloved?"
Molly turned to Sherlock and gave him an "are-you-for-real" look.
Sherlock just held her closer and shrugged, his nose nuzzling her fragrant hair. "Baby?"
His girlfriend smirked. "NOW look who's being juvenile," she teased.
Sherlock sniffed in indignation. "Well, instead of rejecting every single one of my propositions maybe you could deign to contribute!"
Molly leaned back against him and sighed. "Somebody sure has a bee in his bonnet today," She caressed his knuckles and drew little circular patterns up his arms.
Sherlock's head shot up as if he'd been hit by a brick. He then grabbed Molly's shoulders and planted a quick but passionate kiss on her lips. "MOLLY, THAT'S IT!"
Molly looked at him quizzically. "What's what?"
"What about 'honey'?"
Molly heaved a long suffering sigh before giving Sherlock a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, honey. Honey it is."