Sherlolly: Sherlocks secret

ch 6

Sherlock's flat the next night, 7pm.

221B had been completely transformed for Molly's arrival. All the furniture had been moved aside, and in the middle of the room stood a table big enough for two only. It had a black satin tablecloth pulled over it, and on top of it sat a single white candle, burning gently. Rose petals had been strewn across the floor, from the doorway to the table and round the seats. Sherlock's shirt was white and his tie was deep red to match the petals. He'd put a lot of effort into making it pretty enough for Molly. He hoped she liked it. He hoped she'd come. A quiet knock on the door drew his attention away. With a few quick breaths, he walked towards it and opened the door. When he saw Molly, Sherlock was shocked. His mouth popped open and he stuttered.

"Wouldyoutakeaseat?" he rabled, shaking his head. "Sorry. Would you take a seat? You look...wow."

Molly smiled and placed a hand on his chest. She'd missed him terribly. She couldnt help feeling giddy that he's complimented her so truthfully. She did feel beautiful in the dress, though. It clung to her slim figure, showing off her tiny waist and lifting up her bust. When she moved, the slit flashed her leg just enough for it to be sexy, not trashy. And the hels made her legs go on forever. She's put on deep purple eyeshadow to match her dress, and her hair fell in ringlets down her back.

"Thankyou." She kissed him softly on the lips and sat down at her seat.

Sherlock stood behind her and pulled something out his pocket. When he moved her hair to one side, Molly realised it was a pearl necklace made up of shining cream pearls. Once he'd clipped it on, she touched the pearls fondly.

"Oh, Sherlock, they're beautiful! This is all beautiful." She waved her hand at the flat. "Thankyou."

"Stop thanking me. You deserve them. They're sort of an 'I'm sorry I was such a dick' present."

"So they're not the surprise?" Molly looked at him, glad to see that beautiful face again. She'd missed his full lips and his cheekbones, and the way his hair tickled her face when they kissed.

"Them? No. The surprise is much better. And it's coming right now. Close your eyes. And don't open till I say so!" Sherlock warned her and smiled when she squeezed her eyes tight. "Open." he whispered.

When she opened them, her hand flew to her mouth. Sherlock was down on one knee infront of her, with a beautiful engagement ring inbetween his thumb and finger. The box was by his side, small, black and velvet.

"Molly Hooper, you say that you're not smart, beautiful or strong. Well, that's a lie. You're intelligent, and don't even get me started on beautiful. Have you even seen yourself tonight? I've never seen anything so beautiful. And as for strong... if you can put up with me for three years and not complain, that puts you ahead of almost everyone of the planet. Even when I gave you reason to hate me, you never stopped loving me. You've always stood by me, Molly, and always forgiven me when I hurt you. So I think that makes you the strongest woman on the planet. Besides, would I ever ask anyone less of amazing to marry me? You are truly brilliant, Molly. And it's all these little things; the way your nose crinkles when you laugh, how you tilt your head when you're confused, the stutter when you get nervous, and your never ending ability to care for everyone you meet, dead or alive, it's all of these that make me in love with you. So Molly Hooper, will you do me the honour of becoming Molly Holmes?"

"Oh my God, yes! Oh Sherlock, yes! I will!" Molly flung hher arms around him and hugged him tight. She couldn't believe it, Sherlock Holmes was her fiance! She felt like she could do a backflip. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, she'd never been so happy before in her life.

"Excellent. Here, put the ring on." Sherlock took her hand and slipped the ring on. It was a perfect fit.

"Oh my, it's gorgeous..." The ring was silver, embedded with small clear diamonds. In the centre was a larger jade jewell, glittering under the light.

"But not a patch on you." Sherlock brought his lips to hers, kissing her slowly. When she granted him access, their tongues brushed against each other gently. When he broke away for air, he laughed. "Oh, I have wanted to do that for ages."

Molly had a slightly dazed look about her, she seemed to be in a world of her own. "That was... that was good."

Sherlock chuckled and tilted her chin up. "Beth was the proposal planner, I was texting her to buy the dress and shoes for you."

"Oh, Oh God I feel like an idiot." Molly blushed and buried her face in Sherlock's chest.

He huged her gently. "Don't be. Besides, we have more important things to worry about."

"Like what?"

"Who shall we tell first?"