When Molly finally woke back up, I was just entering my room with a tray of soup for the two of us. She smiled sleepily, trying to stretch without hurting herself. I set down the tray.
"Hello." She mumbled.
"Hi." I replied, smiling at her chocolate brown eyes.
"I had the strangest dream."
"Oh?"
"Mmm. I woke up, in the dream I mean, and we talked, and you said-"
"I love you, Molly Hooper."
"Yeah, that. It was a nice dream. Wait. How did you guess? Do I talk in my sleep? I guess I must. Still. Good dream." She smiled, closing her eyes again.
"It wasn't a dream, Molly." Her eyes snapped back open.
"It… What?"
"It wasn't a dream. I really do love you, Molly."
"Whoa, this is like Inception. If I go to sleep in this dream, will I wake up properly?" She mumbled to herself, and I smiled.
"You're not dreaming now, either." I whispered, leaning over her and tilting her chin toward me.
"This is real, and I do love you." I murmured, pressing my lips to hers. After a few seconds, when Molly finally worked out that this wasn't imaginary, she responded, moving her mouth against mine. We kissed until we needed air, and when we broke apart, I rested my forehead on hers, noses touching.
"I love you too, Sherlock." She whispered.