For you I'd eat tofu, and I don't like tofu, but you make me so HAPPY sometimes!

"Are you sure you don't want some?"

Sherlock looked away from Toby in his lap as his girlfriend (as much as he hated to admit it, calling Molly his girlfriend was actually a great advantage and pleasure) sat across from him at the kitchen table in her apartment. He smiled as her hair was still a bit ruffled up from last night, because she didn't bother fixing it, since her work only started in later hours, and she looked rather adorable wearing his white shirt that was buttoned up only so she could cover up all of his favorite parts on her body – he still didn't understand why, since she had no wish to hide her body last night. Or the night before that, or the night before that ...

He only barely glance at the plate with spaghetti in her hands and sighed.

"Molly, I've told you before, I don't ... Mmph!" He was cut off by a fork, covered in pasta being shoved inside his mouth. He tried to cover up the disgusted look on his face as he chewed the spaghetti, but he didn't do a very good job, since Molly giggled as he swallowed.

"I'm guessing you're not a big fan of tofu, then," she commented jokingly.

"This is what it was?" he asked, joining her giggle with a deep chuckle. After two weeks in the relationship he gave up on trying to keep sentiment away from his cases.

Molly nodded. "Spaghetti with tofu sauce," she explained. "I know I'm not much of a cook, but this is what I like to eat and it's quick to prepare, so I eat I most times."

She rolled the pasta on her fork and carried it to her mouth, but was surprised by Sherlock, who reached over, grabbed her hand and carried the fork to his own mouth. This time he expected the taste and he was quick to acknowledge it, so this time he didn't show any signs of disgust.

"Hm, it gets better with every bite," Sherlock stated after he swallowed and smiled at his Molly. He smiled even more at that thought and at the way she giggled. She was, indeed, his. And he loved every second of it.

"You won't fool me, Sherlock Holmes," Molly smiled, not oblivious to the adoration in his eyes. "You don't have to eat tofu just because I like it."

Sherlock let out a sigh of relief.

"To be honest I would much rather take a bullet for you," he smiled sheepishly. Molly giggled again and blushed at his statement, though he's been saying sweet things like that ever since they were together.

Sherlock smile widened. In that exact moment he decided nothing in the world could make him happier than Molly Hooper.

(A/N: here it is! A little epilogue and a hopeful request (you don't need to read this, but I'll consider you as saints if you will) ... I got an idea for three different Sherlolly stories and I can't devide which one to write first! One is similar ot this one, just that I'll take disney songs (four, to be exact) for an inspiration, the second one has a lot to do with fainting (on Molly's part) and the last one is my (sherlolly themed) hope, inspired by the teaser. Which one would you like to read (first)? I'll be more than grateful for your answers!)