Say You Won't Let Go.

Hay Fever.

"AAAACCHHHII!" Molly wiped her nose with a napkin, as her nose went red.

"God bless you." Sherlock said, without looking up from his phone.

"Thank you." Molly replied while sniffing, "AAAACCHHHII!"

"God bless you!"

"Thank you."

"AAAACCHHHII!"

Now Sherlock did look up from his phone. And as he did, Molly sneezed again.

"Hay fever?" he asked.

"Hay fever." she replied, followed by another sneeze. Sherlock got up from his arm chair, keeping his phone in his pants pocket and slowly walked towards Molly. She slowly massaged her temple, when she felt pulled in a hug and rested her head on Sherlock's chest to stop the dizziness.

"My sneezes must be annoying you." she said.

"It's alright, I wouldn't mind if your sneezes annoy me for the rest of our lives." Sherlock smiled.

"What?" 

"Did I said that out loud?" Sherlock, now a little surprised by his own action looked at Molly who was pulling back with a confused face.

They stood in silence for a few minutes, when finally Sherlock sighed.

"Okay, this is it, Molly would you stay with me and annoy me with your hay fever for the rest of our lives?" he licked his lips a little nervously.

"Oh my god, you are proposing." she said, utterly shocked. Even though his way of proposing was a little stupid, but she found it cute.

"Yes, I am." Sherlock said, "And I know it's not a proper way to do that, like I don't even have a ring," he rolled his eyes, "but will you marry me?"

A huge smile came on Molly's face, "Sherlock Holmes, I don't mind if this is not a proper way to propose or if you don't have a ring. Because, this is very special for me. And yes I will marry you." With that she pulled Sherlock in a passionate kiss.

The End.