Sherlock slipped into his borrowed bed, he didn't see a point in messing up Molly's if she wasn't there with him. He tossed and turned for hours before he gave up and threw the blankets off and trudged to Molly's bed, he got under the covers and grabbed her pillow, wrapping his arms around it, he scent filled his nose and he felt instantly relaxed, but not yet sleepy. He sighed. He pulled the thickest blanket off of the bed and joined Molly on the bathroom floor. He pushed up against her and wrapped the blanket around them both, hoping she'd be well again in the morning.

Molly shivered on the cold bathroom floor, she must have rolled out of the blankets some time during the night, she searched around for them blindly with her fingers, but instead came across a muscly torso, it too, deprived of blankets. She opened her eyes and rolled over to see Sherlock sleeping soundly next to her. The blankets were pooled at his ankles, she reached down to pull them up over them and as she came back his eyes flickered open.
"Feeling better?" He whispered.
"More or less, yeah", she smiled half-heartedly.
"Good" he smiled and closed his eyes.

Molly spent the next hour deliberating whether or not to get off the floor, she knew as soon as she did she'd realise she wasn't sick anymore and she'd have to drag herself to work in three hours. She reached over for her phone, only to see that Sherlock was texting on it.
"What're you doing?" She slurred.
"Letting your boss know you're not going to work today"
"Sherlock, I've had more days off in the last week then I'd had in the past three years!"
"Well that's hardly my fault…" He sniffed.
"Oh, I think it's your fault entirely" she rolled back over on her side.
"Well, I can tell your all back to normal", he leaned over and softly bit her earlobe.
She turned back to face him and kissed his warm lips, "You will be the death of me, Sherlock Holmes", she pushed herself up against him, he reached around and cupped her ass, pulling her as close as she could possibly get to him.
"Should we move to the bed?" she mumbled against his lips.
"Mmph", he grunted in response. He pulled her on top of himself and lifted them both off the ground in one movement. They crashed into walls and bumped into tables on their short little trip to Sherlock's borrowed bed, it was considerably closer to the bathroom then Molly's. They stumbled onto the bed, he lay on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around him.
"Molly. I'm about to say something to you and I don't want you to react at all", Sherlock whispered, letting himself lean down on top of her.
Molly stared into his icy, blue eyes, trying to get some kind of read on his emotions, "And that is?"
"I think-", he paused, biting his lip, thinking of what to say, "I think I love you, Molly Hooper".
"I-Um-" she began stammering.
"Shh!" He hissed, stopping her from talking with a quick peck, "I didn't want you to react in any way, I just wanted to know what that would sound like out loud", he smiled softly.
She gave him a quick peck back, "I hope you know that I'm going to work tomorrow", she said and he raised his eyebrows.
"Well that's still hours away, My Molly", he smirked, "What could we possibly do to fill the time?"
Molly giggled as he pulled the sheet up over their heads.

Molly woke up to Sherlock reaching over her and pressing snooze on her alarm, "Sherlock Holmes! How many times have you pressed snooze this morning?" She groaned.
"This is the third time", he rolled back over, "How on earth you sleep through that is beyond me", she knew that he knew exactly how she could sleep through that, years of living with siblings teaches you how to sleep through anything. She kicked off the sheets in a huff and dragged herself to the shower.
The warm water warmed her to her core, the steam filling her head and dulling her senses. She sighed, all day in the shower seemed like a pretty good idea. She heard the door open and close softly, through the shower curtain she could see Sherlock's silhouette. He brushed the curtain aside and stepped into the shower with Molly. His hands followed the trickles of water down her chest; he kissed away any droplets that found their way onto her face.
"While this is amazing, Sherlock", she gasped as he softly bit her neck, "I am still going to work…"
He pulled away and scowled at her, "You ruin all my fun".
"I need money. Unlike you I can't go days on end without food!" she laughed and pushed on his chest lightly.
He huffed and went back to kissing her neck, "Well in that case, we'd better make the most of the time we have left".

Molly shut the door behind her as she left for work; a soft little jab of pain hit him in the chest. What was that? Longing? Did he miss his Molly already? He had never had feelings as intense as the ones he had for Molly for anyone before. Sherlock was in love. He shuddered at the word; that was going to get some getting used to. John seemed to be in love all the time, with a different girl every other week. John. That's who he could talk to about this; God knows Sherlock didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

The taxi pulled up outside 221B, Sherlock closed the space between himself and the door in four long strides. He banged on the door relentlessly until a rather tired looking John swung it open, he looked as though he was about to punch Sherlock in the face. Sherlock glanced down at his phone, it was eight thirty in the morning.
"Late night was it John?" he said, pushing past him and beginning up the stairs.
"You know very well it was", he sighed, "Why do you even ask?"
"I like to be proven right. Now", he clapped his hands together, "I have something I'd like to talk to you about", he bounded up the rest of the stairs.
John followed him up the stairs slowly, by the time he opened the door to his flat Sherlock had already made himself a cup of tea and had made a nest of cushions and blankets for himself on the couch.
"Why do you not have a fire or something going John, it's colder in here then it was outside", a brief shiver made its way down his spine.
"Because I got home at four this morning and only just bloody woke up!" he raised his voice, "Now what the Hell do you want?"
"I think I love Molly Hooper", he said and stared at John flatly.
"Oh good Lord, Sherlock", he pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's too early for this".

Sherlock took the last sip of his tea as John brought himself and Sherlock a new cup, "What do you mean 'you think' you love Molly Hooper?"
"I mean, I don't know what I feel for her, as I have never been 'in love', I just know that I don't really like it", he set his cup down a little too hard, causing it to spill.
"Jeez Sherlock. How in the Hell did you think I was going to be able to help you?" John asked returning from the kitchen with some paper towel to mop up his spilt tea.
"You say you're in love a lot? I assumed you'd know something about it. Apparently, I assumed wrong…"
"Did you just openly admit that you thought wrong?" John raised an eyebrow.
"About something menial", he said defensively.
"Since when has that mattered? Wow, Moll's really done something to you", he smirked.
"That's just it! She's done something! Did I tell you that I had to completely rebuild my mind palace the other morning? Granted, I solved twelve cold cases and vanquished Moriarty's men, but still, that took a lot of time and energy John!"
"Did you solve the Bull-Character case?" He asked.
"Yes…" He said slowly.
"Oh. That's good", John sipped at his tea.
"John? I thought we were talking about me here?" He threw his arms up in the air.
"We were. But what you're describing seems to be a good thing! Don't fix something if it isn't broken Sherlock".
"But… But, I don't know how to do this John", He stammered and mumbled.
John set his cup down and sighed, "Have you told Molly any of this?"
"I told her that I think I love her, yes".
"And what happened then?"
"I told her to be quiet and then we had sex", he said flatly.
"Sounds like an alright reaction to me? Besides the telling her to be quiet part of course… At least she didn't freak out or anything. She didn't say it back then?"
"I asked her not to react. I just wanted to hear it out loud is all, see how ridiculous it felt".
"And?"
"Well, it didn't feel ridiculous".
"Well that's not helpful!" John muttered.
"Well you're not being very helpful!" Sherlock growled.
"My advice would be to sit down and have this conversation with Molly, and let her talk this time, yeah?"
"Thanks for that John, you helped very little", Sherlock smiled and pushed his way out the door and started back to Molly's flat.

Molly had spent her entire day at work thinking about Sherlock, to be completely fair, that was how she spent most of her time with and away from him, but today was different, she wasn't just thinking about how much she liked Sherlock, she was thinking about how much she loved him.

She stepped out of the cab and unlocked the front door to her building, bounded up the stairs two at a time and swung open her front door. The smell of roasting chicken and rosemary immediately filled her nose. She followed the scent to the kitchen and was amazed to see Sherlock bent down to the oven, checking if the chicken was cooked.
"Sherlock? What did you do?" She asked hesitantly, "You didn't kill my bird did you?"
He rolled his eyes, "Unfortunately not", he squinted his eyes at the bird cage hung up in the corner of Molly's living room, it was currently occupied by a small finch, "That bird has it coming though".
Molly giggled, "Then why the meal?"
"Why not?" he shrugged, "I was bored and you'd be surprised how many cooking shows are on during the day".
"Oh my goodness, Sherlock", she gasped.
"What?" He asked a little alarmed.
"I've turned you into a normal person!" She squeaked in mock horror.
He chuckled, "You wish!" He spun around and kissed her deeply.
"Oh!" Molly said a little breathless after he pulled away, "Aren't we in a good mood tonight?"
He smiled, "Molly Hooper, My Molly, I love you".
Her hand flew up to her mouth and she smiled, "Am I allowed to react this time?"
"Of course", he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
"Sherlock Holmes, I love you" she stood on her tip toes to reach his face and planted a kiss on his cheek.