Sherlock and Molly sat behind their respective microscopes in the lab, analyzing samples. A comfortable quiet had settled over them in the last few hours. Sherlock was the one to break the silence.

"I'm glad your engagement is over."

"What?"

"I said, I'm glad your engagement is over."

"And why exactly is that?" Molly forced out through gritted teeth.

"It was getting quite exhausting to not think of you and Tom as cats," he replied, simply as if everything was exceedingly obvious.

"What?"

"Surely you know female cats are called mollys and male cats toms?"

"Really. And what you thought my relationship was turning me into a cat?" she asked with her signature nose scrunch.

"Even my mind wanders into the ridiculous, Molly."

The silence returned, as they looked back at their samples. Ten minutes passed with little more noise than required by the tinkering of changing slides and adjusting the focus on their microscopes. Sherlock's voice once again broke the plane of quietude.

"Female cats are also called queens."

"Okay…"

"I think that would be a more accurate description of you than female cat," his face suddenly serious.

Molly's lips turned up into a wide, teasing smile.

"So now I'm a queen?"

"You're my queen, Molly Hooper."

They both blushed and got back to work.

A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first fic in awhile (almost three years) and I was inspired by something I saw on Buzzfeed to write a little drabble about one of my ultimate OTPs. This is my first published Sherlock/Sherlolly story, so sorry if the dialogue is OOC, I just really wanted to write this. Maybe it'll help me finish writing the other Sherlock stories I have in the works.