"Good morning, darling," Sherlock smiled as he swept into the lab. Molly was concentrating on the slide under the microscope until her concentration was broken by the feel of his full lips against the side of her neck. She immediately jerked away and a flash of confusion and pain washed over her. It had only been a week since the phone call, and though they had discussed the event of that night involving his sister, Molly thought it was clear she wished to only move on from it.

"What are you doing?" she asked with annoyance, despite the fact she was still in love with him.

"Snogging you," Sherlock replied matter-of-factly. "I thought it was fairly obvious." He paused a moment before handing her a to-go cup. "I bought you coffee, just the way you like it."

"Thanks," she muttered, accepting the cup hesitantly. Molly took a sip and turned back to her microscope, attempting to ignore the strange greeting she had received. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy having his lips on her, but the pain of the phone call was still fresh in her mind. She was still wondering if he had really meant it, but something in the way his voice caressed those precious three words the second time told her everything she needed to know. But still, she wouldn't let him just jump into this. She wanted to be chased a little.

Sherlock broke her thought process as he extended a finger, placing it beneath her chin and bringing her lips to meet hers. Molly reciprocated for a moment before pushing him away gently.

"What's wrong? Why don't you want to kiss me? Are you breaking up with me?" Sherlock rambled on, his calm tone laced with panic. She looked up at him and his face looked like that of a puppy that had been kicked.

"Sherlock, we're not even in a relationship," Molly informed him with a small laugh.

"But I love you and you love me," Sherlock told her. "Doesn't that warrant a relationship?" Molly's breath caught in her throat at how simply he said the words with ease. Then she laughed, harder than she had laughed in months. "Molly, why are you laughing at me?"

"B-because, Sher-Sherlock," she burst out in giggles, tears streaming down her face, "you assumed we were already in a relationship." Another lighthearted laugh escaped her lips.

"Hmm," he growled in defeat. He knew he had to do something. If they weren't together, then he needed to woo her. Sherlock knew exactly who to ask.

"Sherlock, what is it? This better be as urgent as you say it is," John told him, entering 221B with Rosie in his arms.

"I need…advice," Sherlock lowered his head with embarrassment. John waited for him to elaborate.

"Advice on?" John asked.

"Sweeping Molly Hooper off her feet," Sherlock sighed. "Apparently, we aren't in a relationship as of yet and I need to do something to make it happen." John chuckled heartily.

"God, Sherlock, just because Eurus forced that exchange doesn't mean you two are automatically together," John laughed. "Look, have you ever taken note on the kinds of things she enjoys doing? Her hobbies?"

"I don't suppose you have a better idea?" Sherlock asked Rosie who only gurgled in response.

"Do something unique," Mrs. Hudson piped in, after eavesdropping from Sherlock's kitchen. "Why don't you really sweep her off her feet?" She gave Sherlock a hinting look. It took a moment before the perfect idea crossed his mind.

"She has a lovely dress in the back of her closet that I distinctly remember her wishing she had a reason to wear it," Sherlock remarked.

"Okay, do I even want to know how you know that?" John asked.

"Probably not," Sherlock countered with a wave of his hand.

"That's the way to go," Mrs. Hudson praised him before leaving.

"So, what is it exactly you're going to do?" John inquired.

"I'm going to take her out for a night of dancing," Sherlock smiled.

Author's Note: thanks to writingwife-83 for allowing me to use the prompt idea she had! Chapter two is quickly on its way! :)