A/N: Wow, okay. It's been a while. A few days. But yeah. Enjoy! As always, I do not own a thing.
There was a moment where it seemed that both of them froze, and then Molly dashed out of the kitchen and locked herself in the bathroom.
After sitting there silently, trembling, for fifteen minutes, a quiet knock came on the door. Molly didn't move, as if by not responding she could make the last ten minutes go away.
"I shouldn't have asked you to say that." Sherlock's voice came through the door. Molly didn't move. "I did promise you that if you told me, I wouldn't be mad or hate you or anything like that."
Molly waited a moment and then sniffed. "I said love. I didn't mean to say love. I didn't, it just came out."
Sherlock laughed. "Oh, Molly Hooper. I thought you'd have understood already."
Molly frowned. "Well, I don't." She told him.
"Must I really spell it out? You know how I hate doing that." He leaned against the door frame, still speaking to the shut door. "Why do you think I wanted you to tell me how you really felt?"
"Because you're an arrogant prick who wants to make fun of me?" Molly asked, but there was humour in her voice.
"Perhaps, but even I wouldn't do that." Sherlock said dismissively. Molly gave him a look, which he couldn't see, but her silence was understood. "I wouldn't!" He protested. After a few moments' pause, he spoke again. "You're going to have to come out of there eventually."
"No, I'm not." Molly said, but Sherlock heard a scuffling at the door and the pathologist appeared. "I could still lock myself in the loo if you're trying to pull one over on me." She reminded him, but it was with a smile.
Sherlock laughed. "I'm not, I promise."
"So, what do we do now?" Molly asked, walking into the living room and falling to the sofa.
"What do people usually do?"
"Well," Molly began hesitantly. "They, er, date, I suppose?" Her voice rose hopefully at the end of the sentence, which made her blush and curse her deceitful emotions.
Sherlock smiled a bit at her blush. "Well, I've never really dated before." He admitted. "We could... try it, I suppose."
"Oh, god, I mean, if you don't want to, then of course not." Molly stumbled over her words in her haste to get them out.
"No, no that's not what I meant. I'd really like to date, actually. But..." He sighed. "Well, you've met me. I'm not always the most pleasant person to be around." Molly chuckled at this, and Sherlock continued. "You said yourself that I can be an arrogant prick."
"While that may be true, I've been in love with you-" There was that word again. Love. Damn it. "For two years. If I've put up with you for that long, I think I can do it a bit longer." She smiled.
"Oh, Molly Hooper." Sherlock chuckled, and then fell silent. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed her. Not the platonic peck on the cheek of Christmas, but tenderly on the lips.
A/N: Okay! Well, that's it! I think. I mean, unless you'd like me to write more. In which case, let me know and I'll see what I can do. It's been a pleasure to write, and your enthusiasm and wonderful comments and follows and favorites brightened my day. Cheers! M