Sherlock entered the lab taking John with him as a witness to prove he DID mean it.

Molly*before he speaks with a smug smile*: so you do love me.

Sherlock*surprised*: Yes! Yes, I do.

Molly*narrowing her eyes*: Like in a romantic way?

Sherlock*with a smirk*: No, like in a platonic way.

Molly*smirks back*.

Sherlock*just to be sure*: And you still love me.

Molly: Yes.

Sherlock*slowly narrows his eyes*: Like a lover?

Molly*with sweet mocking voice*: Oh no like a brother.

Sherlock*twisting his mouth*.

Awkward silence.

Molly*unsure*: Now what?

They contemplated for a moment, looking to the ground before they nodded in agreement and talked in the same time.

Molly: We can go out on a date.
Sherlock: We can get married.

Both looked shocked to each other.

*Both in the same time*

Molly: Are you kidding me?
Sherlock: Are you kidding me?

Molly*mocking tone*: Marriage!
Sherlock*disgusted*: Dating!

Molly: I just knew you have feelings for me!
Sherlock: We know each other for years!

Molly: Not as a couple, it may not work!
Sherlock: I've always had feelings for you!

Molly: That you revealed only under threat!
Sherlock*shouting*: We practically living together!

Molly: We didn't even get out in a proper date!
Sherlock: NOT RELEVANT!

Sherlock: We go out and eat chips all the time!
Molly*shouting*: ENOUGH!

They kept silent for a minute to process what they've been told.

Molly*sighing*: We can't just jump to the final step when we didn't even begin to creep.

Sherlock pouted for a moment then looked annoyed.

Sherlock*announcing*: I'm coming to pick you at seven, if we have to go through this ridiculous process let's finish it fast.

Molly*annoyed*: You were born romantic!

Sherlock*alarmed*: I'm sorry, *smiling* would you give me the honor and go out on a date with me tonight?

Molly*smugly face*: I'll check my schedule and text you later, now get out I have a lot to do.

Out of the lab.

Sherlock*on the phone*: Hi, mummy.

John*frowning*

Sherlock: Yes nice to hear your voice too, listen, I want to ask you something, would you send me nanna's ring?

John*horrified after hearing a screaming coming out of the mobile*

Sherlock*grinning*: yes I will need it very soon.

John*raising an eyebrow*.

Sherlock*rolling his eyes*: Yes mooom you can plan the wedding.
He hung up.

John*shocked*: What was all this about?

Sherlock*frowning*: What do you mean?

John: I was there Sherlock, she said no.

Sherlock*smug face cocky walking*: Give me two weeks, this finger won't stay empty longer than that.

John*following him shaking his head then smirked*: Nanna?!

Sherlock*blushing*: Shut up.

Two months later.

Sherlock stormed from 221B door in his way to his room.

John*smirking without getting his eyes off the newspaper*: Still can't put a ring on it?

Sherlock*growling before he slammed the door*: Shut up John.

John*grinning*.