drabble prompt from Mizjoely on Tumblr: #2, "Can you shut up for five minutes, please?"
Molly had been acting strange lately. Sherlock's mind worked overtime at night when he tried to deduce what could possibly be wrong. Had he said something awful? Had he hurt her in any way? He didn't think he had. Their relationship was in a wonderful place. For once, the great Sherlock Holmes was stumped, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
He found her in the lab sitting in his usual spot, using the microscope.
"Sherlock, hey," she greeted when he walked in.
"Molly, we need to talk. I don't know what I've done wrong or if I did anything at all but I am sorry if I hurt you in any way. Have I been neglectful or rude? I promise I will make it up to you, but you need to tell me why you've been avoiding me because I simply cannot-mmph!" She kissed his lips firmly, effectively silencing him.
"Can you shut up for five minutes, please?" Molly laughed. He didn't dare speak another word. "Look, I know it's probably an unusual turn of events but I need to ask you something." Sherlock waited for her to continue, encouraging her with his eyes locked on hers. "I've been thinking about this for a while as to whether it's the right path for us but I realized the only way to find out was to ask, so here goes nothing. Sherlock Holmes, I love you. Do you think-well, would you possibly consider marrying me?"
"That's what all of your strange behaviour was about?" Sherlock mused, unable to say anything else. Better to say that than to go into buffering mode. He chuckled then.
"What's so funny?" she asked. Molly watched as Sherlock dug into the inside of his Belstaff's inner pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
"What's funny is that I was going to ask you the same thing," he smiled.
"So is that a yes?" Molly questioned with a giggle.
"Of course. It was always you," Sherlock spoke softly, taking out the ring and sliding it on her finger where it would stay for the rest of their lives.