A/N: musicprincess1990 on tumblr offered this Sentence starter: "Honestly, Holmes, must you be so dramatic?" so enjoy this fluffy TABverse Victorian!lock K+ rated fic!
"Miss Hooper, I am the world's only Consulting Detective, I am a reluctant public figure, and I am currently standing on a stage! I believe I am exactly the right amount of dramatic!" Holmes attempted to glare down his nose at her, but as she was currently perched on the edge of a slightly elevated 'Juliet balcony', he failed miserably.
Molly giggled. "Given those particulars, I withdraw my question." She hopped down from her perch and crossed the wooden stage to stand directly in front of him. "So, Holmes, why exactly did you ask me here? Is there to be a murder?"
"Only of the unfortunate Bard's words," he replied somewhat sourly, darting a quick - but penetrating - glance around the darkened theater as if summing up the potential of the actors who would presumably be occupying it come evening.
"Then why did you ask me here?" Molly questioned, a small smile dancing on the corners of her lips.
He gave an impatient huff. "You know why, you fiendish woman. You always see right through me." He fumbled in his waistcoat pocket for a moment, then thrust the ring he procured from its depths under her nose. "Would you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife?"
Molly's eyes widened, her lips parted in an entirely unfeigned 'O' of surprise (because, fiendish woman or not, she'd certainly not surmised the purpose of Holmes' summons this morning!) - and for the first time ever in her life as either 'Molly' or 'Hooper'…she fainted.
Quite dramatically.