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"Molly what if, rhetorically speaking, we got married."

Molly Hooper almost choked on the noodles she was eating at the small, but nice Italian restaurant that Sherlock suggested they go to tonight. Nobody was around. It was just the two of them and the cooks in the back of the restaurant. But Molly didn't think anything of it. Nobody really came here anyway.

"Sherlock...Are you...?"

"I'm speaking rhetorically of course." Sherlock interrupted.

"Right. Rhetorically. Well I think you would have to propose."

"And how might one go about doing that? Rhetorically."

Molly thought about it. "First, you would have to bring me to my favourite Italian restaurant. Then you could possibly bring up the subject of marriage. Rhetorically of course."

"And then what would I do?" Sherlock asked. But this time he didn't say rhetorically.

"Well, you might want to make sure you have a ring. Then I think, rhetorically, you would propose."

Sherlock stuck his hand in his pocket. "Would I have to get down on one knee like this?"

At this point Molly started crying out of how ridiculous, overwhelming, and unreal this was.

"Yes I imagine it would go something like that."

"And would the ring, in perspective, look like this?"

Now Molly was really starting to cry and laugh all at one time.

"Yes that's a very good ring to put in perspective."

"Un-rhetorically, Molly Hooper, will you marry me?"

Molly placed her hand around her mouth to stop herself from sobbing uncontrollably.

"Un-rhetorically, yes." Molly practically lifted Sherlock off the ground, grabbed the middle of his shirt and kissed him. Molly didn't even care where she was or who was watching. All she cared about was Sherlock. And all Sherlock cared about was Molly.


Sherlock laid down on the couch in Baker Street as Molly climbed on top of him. For the first time in a long time, she opened her lips, letting Sherlock explore every inch of her mouth Molly unbuttoned a few of the buttons on Sherlock's shirt, but stopped after the first few. She wasn't ready to go so far. Sherlock wasn't ready either, so he was glad when she stopped at the second button.

"I love you Sherlock." Molly smiled as they both touched noses.

"I love you too Molly Hooper."


"Sherlock! I have the-" John stopped in his tracks when he saw two people lying on the couch. John was just about to set the things Sherlock asked for on the kitchen table and leave when he saw a shiny ring on Molly's finger.

"No." He whispered. John couldn't believe it. John ran outside to meet Mary.

"John! What is it?!" Mary said as John came down the stairs laughing.

"You will never believe what I just saw."