I had soooo much fun writing this one. I still own nothing.
John tried not to make eye contact or any sudden movements. He didn't want to spook Sherlock. "You think you love her?"
The detective turned to face the doctor. "Yes John that's what I said. Do keep up. You know how I hate repeating myself."
"This isn't exactly what I was thinking when you said get to Baker Street now."
Sherlock gave him a dirty look.
"Soooooooo you love her."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I think I love her but I don't know how to be sure."
John smiled.
"You look like an idiot when you do that."
John stopped smiling. "Well. How about you tell me how you feel about her."
John's friend fidgeted he was clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm just trying to help Sherlock."
Sighing Sherlock sat in his seat opposite John.
"So how do you feel about Molly?"
Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he stared at his friend. "I like her?"
"Are you asking me if you like her?"
"Of course not. Like isn't... enough."
John nodded. "Go on."
"I care for her. My pulse quickens when I see her. I trust her. I want to protect her,." He stood and started pacing. "When she's not with me I want her to be. Whenever another man looks at her I want to punch them in the face." He was on a roll now. "Every time I go into my mind palace she's there John, every time. I always want to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her, too make her smile." Stopping dead in his tracks he looked at his friend. "What does it all mean?"
"If I said all those things to you about Mary what would you say."
"I'd say that you should feel that way because she's your wife and you lo." He shut his mouth.
'"I what?"
"You love her."
"Yes."
"So that means..."
"Yes."
"That means that I love her. I love Molly."
"I'd say so."
Sherlock looked at his friend shocked.
"You're happy about this right?"
"I've never loved anyone before."
"That's not true."
"Romantically John. I've never loved anyone the way I love Molly."
John smiled. "Scary right?"
"Terrifying. Do I tell her?"
"Definitely."
"How?"
"How what?" John was enjoying this.
"How do I tell her I love her?"
"Well there are two ways."
"Go on." Sherlock sat back in his seat.
"You can either make a grand statement; dinner, flowers."
Sherlock pulled a face.
"Or you could just tell her. Don't blurt it out. Trust me she wants to hear every one of those three words. Just wait until she comes over next and tell her."
"Just tell her?"
"Yeah. Easy."
Sherlock scoffed. "This will possibly be the hardest thing I have ever done."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing. It's just that you have nothing to worry about."
"How so?"
"You have nothing to lose; you already know she loves you."
Sherlock was about to retort when the door opened and Molly walked in.
"Hi guys. John, Mary and Lydia are waitng for you downstairs."
"Thanks Molly." Johm kissed her cheek and left.
Once her bag and coat were hung up she made her way over to Sherlock. "Hey you." Placing her hands on the arms of his chair she leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips toched his. He didn't kiss her back.
With wide eyes she pulled back. "What's wrong?"
"Sit." He motioned to John's chair. "We need to talk."
She breathed in sharply. "Okay." With shaking hands she sat in the seat.
The room was silent for a few minutes.
"Sherlock?"
His eyes snapped to hers. "I was talking to John and he made me realise something?"
Molly nervously wrang her hands together. "What did you realise?"
"I realised something that I have suspected for a while now."
Oh god. He's going to break with me. Oh god. Just do it. Please. Let me leave with my diginty in take. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Molly."
Opening her eyes she saw Sherlock squatting in front of her.
"Breathe. Breathe Molly."
Opening her mouth she gulped in air. "Sorry. Keep going."
Nodding he sat back in his seat.
"Like I said I've been talking to John and I realised something. That despite that fact that I am arrogant, absurd, unfeeling and annoying you love me." He smiled.
"I do."
"When John was here he asked me how I felt about you."
"What did you say?'
"That I want to protect you, that you're always in my mind palace. Basically I rambled about you."
Molly giggled.
"But all this made me realise one thing."
"What?"
"It made me realise that." He frowned. "It made me realise that I love you."
"You love me?"
Standing up Sherlock grabbed Molly's hand and pulled her to standing. "Yes. Molly. I love you."
She smiled brightly. " I love you too."
Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him softly. The kiss soon turned passionate. Sherlock's arms engulfed her and pulled her close. Needing air Molly pulled back causing Sherlock to kiss her neck.
"I thought that you were going to break up with me."
He stopped kissing her and stared at her. "What on earth made you think that?"
"Well." She ran her fingers through his hair. "You didn't kiss me when I kissed you."
"I was thinking."
"And you said we need to talk."
He frowned. "But we did need to talk."
"Aw sweetie." She bit her lip at the pet name "People usually say we need to talk when they are going to break up with someone."
"Ah."
"Didn't know that huh?" Molly laughed when he didn't reply. "Say it again."
He frowned. "Say what again?"
She pressed herself closer. "Say it."
Bowing his head he placed his lips near her ear. "I love you Molly. Very much."
Molly shivered. He repeated the words once more before kising her neck again.
"Sherlock?"
"Mmmm."
"Bedroom now!"
I hope that this chapter is okay.