** The aphrodisiacs idea came from another fanfiction I read and enjoyed the idea. I am not taking any credit for this idea. I have changed my writing style and tried to update the other two chapters however it isn't working so if anyone knows how to fix this please tell me. **

Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes had been "casually dating" for six months. In those six months Sherlock had solved 15 new cases, given to him by Lestrade, readers of John's blog and the occasionally case from Mycroft. He would also frequently visit the morgue. It would usually be to examine a victim's body again and yet he always managed to be distracted by Molly Hooper.

It was 3pm on a Friday afternoon and Molly was working in the lab upstairs. She had examined the last body of the working week and discovered that the cause of death was due to internally bleeding. Molly was signing some paper work to confirm that this was the cause of death when Sherlock entered the lab. Molly didn't look up, she expected him to go straight to the microscope (which he usually did upon entering the lab) however he strode over to Molly confidently and placed a hand under her chin lifting her head upwards. He leaned in close to her before kissing her gently on the lips. She mumbled something against his lips and he chuckled. "I'm working, Sherlock. If I don't do this I won't be going home with you tonight." He smiled at her, "Actually, Plans have changed" as soon as he said this, he saw the disappointment in her eyes; "I would like you to meet me at the bleeding heart restaurant." She stared at Sherlock, his profession even showed through his choice of restaurant. Thinking about it however, Molly noted that the restaurant was supposedly very romantic. She had never been there herself as men usually didn't have the courtesy to take her to a nice meal but Sherlock was different and his romantic side had definitely stared to show in the last six months, as had his sentimental and emotional side. "Why am I to meet you there?" Molly asked curiously. He tapped the side of his nose and kissed her on the cheek before leaving the lab again.

As Sherlock left St Barts he pulled out his mobile phone, "John, I have informed Molly of the change in plans and I need you to go out and by me some lilies" John sighed down the phone, "and why can you not do that yourself?" he asked Sherlock, rather rudely, John was annoyed that Sherlock was interrupting his time with Mary, his wife, Mary and there child Amelia. "I have to buy something else entirely that is much less trivial than a bouquet a lilies, however I am informed that women like flowers." Sherlock than proceeded to end the call leaving John rather confused. He then walked down Hosier Lane and headed towards Hatton Garden.

Sherlock realised there was one tiny thing he had not told Molly, the time to be at the restaurant. He quickly decided to text her whilst he ran the rest of his errands, which included by the lilies since John has so rudely refused.

It is a 7pm reservation at the restaurant.

-SH-

Molly stared down at her mobile. She was utterly confused as to what Sherlock was planning. There relationship had been going rather well and he had even met her brother Christopher and his wife Susan. Sherlock had admitted to Molly later that evening how he had enjoyed the conversation between him and Christopher, this was mainly because they talked about Sherlock and his profession however it was still a good sign. Molly didn't let herself think anything that seemed utterly ridiculously though and she certainly didn't let her mind wonder to the place she wanted, He's probably just treating me to a nice meal. I shouldn't think anything of it. She told herself.

Molly left St Barts at 4.30pm and took a cab to her flat on Warren Street which was conveniently placed just five minutes away from Sherlock's flat in Baker Street. She paid the driver and went into her flat. There was a lot to do before going to the restaurant and she wanted to look her best. She had a shower and washed her hair, leaving it to dry naturally as she searched for something to wear. She wanted to impress Sherlock however it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so as her wardrobe was very much outdated as she never had the time to go shopping or many friends to go shopping with. She finally pulled out a blue dress she had bough years ago whilst "dating" Jim. She never wore it and found it to be appropriate for the night's activity. She hung the dress up not wanting to ruin it whilst applying her make up. She decided to stay rather simple as natural beauty is something she knew Sherlock liked.

After applying her foundation, a small touch of blush, brown eye-shadow (to match her brown eyes) and pink lipstick (to highlight her lips), Molly got dressed. She slipped the blue dress over her head, not having anyone to assist her with the zipper. The dress was ruffled at the bottom half and had elbow length sleeves on the top. The neckline was rather low cutting which she felt was rather useful tonight. She went to find some blue heels when she realised she didn't have long to do her hair. It was naturally wavy so she decided to dry the rest of her damp her and emphase the waves using her hair brush. When she had finished, the waves bounced of her shoulders elegantly and she smiled into the mirror. She slipped on a pair of plain blue heels and went to wait outside for a cab to drive down the street. She had only 15 minutes before the dinner reservation, and her wonderful meal with Sherlock.

Meanwhile (whilst Molly had been taking a lot of care about how she looked), at 221B Baker Street Sherlock was already dressed. He had been planning this meal for a whole week and so he already knew what he was going to wear. He had put on his purple shirt, Molly's favourite shirt. He had noted this when he spotted her wearing it one morning whilst making coffee. He was also wearing a black blazer and black suit-pants. He wore his usual black shoes. Sherlock had left his flat 40 minutes early deciding the he would walk to the restaurant as to arrive three minutes earlier than Molly.

Molly arrived at the restaurant to see Sherlock stood waiting for her with bouquet of lilies. She smiled at him as he helped out of the cab and handed her the lilies. "They're beautiful" she told him, smiling happily at the good start to the evening, now to make sure he actually eats something, she though to herself. "As are you, Miss Hooper." He smiled charmingly at her. They entered the restaurant and took a seat in a secluded area. The table was covered in rose petals and a bottle of champagne had been placed on the table in an ice bucket. "Why are you making such an effort?" She asked him. He gestured to her seat and she sat down. "I just wanted to thank you for the past six months. They have been wonderful Molly." She smiled at him but then asked, "What do you mean by have?" Sherlock noticed pain in her eyes, "Are you going to leave me Sherlock?" she continued. He reached over for her hand and took it in is. "No, I am not going to leave you Molly. I am just simply telling you that since John and Mary married you've been wonderful company. If it wasn't for you slapping me in the face that one time, I would've never seen sense." At the moment a waiter appeared so Molly had no time to react with tears as it would have been embarrassing for her. She just smiled in awe at Sherlock. "Sir, Madam. I am here to present you with a menu" the waiter said in a slightly French accent. He placed a menu on the table and left so they couple could decide on what to eat. "Choose anything you like, Molly." Sherlock told her.

They both ordered vegetable soup for starter and even Sherlock had to admit that for soup, the taste was delicious. For the main meal Sherlock ordered Mushroom risotto with parmesan and pea shoots whilst Molly ordered Roast chicken with lemon and garlic herbs and winter vegetable risotto. As they ate they spoke about meeting Christopher and Susan for lunch next week, Sherlock told Molly that he would been delighted to. She could tell he was trying his hardest to be normal and sometimes, if she was honest she wished he would be slightly exciting again. After all, that was the man she fell in love with, one who struggled with his emotions and yet still made her feel special when he told her he needed her. Whilst they waited for their desserts to arrive they drunk champagne and talked about Mycroft and Anthea's relationship. "So, they're actually a couple now?" Molly asked Sherlock, he nodded in confirmation and she giggled. She never imagined Mycroft as the type to fall in love with one of his workers.

When dessert arrived, Sherlock had ordered chocolate truffles whilst Molly had opted for a chocolate fondant with ice-cream, they ate in silence. Sherlock was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do. He finished his dessert and drank the rest of his champagne. He cleared his throat and Molly looked up. "Molly", Sherlock took a deep breath still preparing himself, "the past six months have been wonderful and you've showed me that caring is not an advantage like I though so in the past, and Molly I care for you, so I wanted to ask you…" Sherlock put his hand in his blazer pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and asked her the question she certainly hadn't anticipated when she arrived this evening, "Molly Hooper, will you marry me?" She stared blankly at him for what must have been five minutes. She then placed the spoon she had been holding down. "I need some air." She told him before leaving the restaurant.

A/N: To see the dress molly hooper wore in this chapter go to this link closet-scoop-neck-midi-dress-bright-blue/p1339199?navAction=jump

To see what Sherlock wore go to this link: wardrobe/shirts-sherlock-holmes and this link wardrobe/suits-sherlock-holmes