Short one this time, guys. Sorry! It's a bit of a steamy one. All the feels. Let me know if you have any ideas about the date (Molly was very specific). Hope you like it!

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"Oh god. I had this whole speech planned out." Molly said nervously "About how… I didn't… I mean I did! But you know, you don't know how to have a relationship! Not that I was thinking about having a relationship. But-"

"Molly." Sherlock said, "I want a relationship."

"Yes, I know. But- Wait. What?"

"I… want a relationship. With you, Molly Hooper"

Molly laughed "No you don't. You want what you think is a relationship"

"I know what a relationship is," he said as if Molly had said something unbelievable.

"Oh yeah? So what is it?"

"It's… you know…"

"Yes I know, Sherlock. You don't"

"It's dinner…" he said, looking at Molly quizzically as if it was almost a question. She looked back a little bemused at his answer. "And… cuddles" he said the word almost with disgust. Molly opened her mouth to speak. But Sherlock wasn't going to let that happen. "It's laughter and interest and waking up in the morning to the person you love. With messy hair and no makeup and-"

"What did you say…?" Molly said, unable to tell if she was distraught or overjoyed. "Did you say… love?". She was barely able to maintain eye contact with Sherlock and so was instead looking at his ribcage in absolute shock. She watched him come closer to her. He gently laid a finger on her chin and lifted it so their eyes met. It was electric. The heat was pulsing through Molly's body and she heard her heartbeat in her head. Her lips were parted, still unable to keep a poker face. Sherlock, however, was very capable. His face was unreadable except for the tiny glimmer in his eyes, in which sparkled hope, fear and:

"Love. Yes, love, Molly. Because what I said to you on the phone. It wasn't a lie. I thought it was but I did mean it. With all of my dark and tiny heart. You're the purity inside of me. The angel to my devil. You are what makes me a good man, rather than a great one."

"You can't mean that."

"Yes! Yes, I can" Sherlock's tone was raised. Even close to tears "I swear to you. It's not a game. I love you"

Molly laughed and cried, digging her forehead into his chest.

"Say it again?"

This time it was Sherlock's turn to laugh.

"I love you. I love you! My god, I love you with every human part of me"

"I love you too, Sherlock Holmes"

"Have dinner with me?" Said Sherlock after a few minutes

"No."

"What?"

"I don't want a normal, boring relationship, Sherlock. I want you and everything that comes with you. And besides, we won't last more than three minutes if we're just normal"

"So… what…?"

"Think of something. Something amazing and crazy. Something that'll inspire me and take me out of my comfort zone"

"No bodies?"

"If I wanted bodies, Sherlock. I'd go to work."

Sherlock laughed. It was like she was a new person. Not shy Molly Hooper who examines corpses. Someone who knows what she wants. Someone searching for the thrill in life. God, it was sexy. Another thing that Sherlock had never really seen in her (to be totally honest). She was standing there, in her oversized jumper that juxtaposed her skinny jeans and her hair was loose and wild, cascading down her back and shoulders. He needed her. Now.

"Oh, Molly. If you wanted thrill you should've just asked."

Molly gasped as Sherlock pulled her close to him and kissed her. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Sherlock began making his way down Molly's neck and she let out a small moan.

"Sherlock, have you ever-"

"Yes. Don't worry"

Molly smiled, taking in the moment and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"Naughty girl. A little hasty, are we"

"Shut up, Sherlock" she replied, kissing him

He carried her to his room and shut the door behind him. Let's hope John doesn't swing by anytime soon.