A/N: Enjoy this K+ rated alternate version of "Dramatic" that came to me in the shower this morning!
"Hooper, we've been working together, quite well, I believe, for many years now, despite your prickly attitude and quite frankly unnecessary belligerence..."
Molly quirked an eyebrow at him. "Really, Holmes? This is how you wish to start this conversation, whatever it might be?" She harrumphed through her faux moustache, quite pleased at how it hid the amused twitching of her lips.
Holmes frowned. "Really, Hooper, sometimes you can be so deucedly difficult!"
"Pot, give your greetings to Kettle," she retorted, really starting to enjoy herself. Honestly, Holmes could be so easy to wind up now that he knew her true self - and had, rather bashfully, begun giving every indication that he wished to court her.
It was rather sweet, actually, a word she'd never have expected to associate with the usually arrogant Consulting Detective standing across from her. The fact that this conversation - whatever it was about - was being held whilst she was entirely clothed in her "Hooper" disguise and standing across from him over a corpse she was about to dissect only added to her delight.
Holmes's frown deepened; indeed, it threatened to turn into a rather childish pout! "Fine," he snapped, digging into the pocket of his Ulster. "Have it your way! Hooper, would you do me the very great honour of agreeing to marry me?" He held out the ring he'd unearthed, practically shoving it under her bewhiskered nose.
Before she could even think of a response, both were distracted by a shocked gasp from the vicinity of the door. Both whipped their heads around to see a wide-eyed, gasping Phillip Anderson staring at them...and both watched in a combination of pity and amusement as he slowly crumpled into a heap and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
"Oh my," Molly said after a moment. "How...dramatic."