Back when I wrote this little title prompt, I remember thinking of it as a bit of an AU of Winds of Change, by swapping Sherlock and Molly's roles in a way. Of course now I'm like, wow...how many times and ways can I use and abuse that original fic lol? XD

"Molly!" Sherlock exclaimed rather loudly as he opened the door and saw her standing there.

"Hi!" She gave him a cheery smile. "I had some uh, organ samples from the hospital today. Thought you'd like to have them."

"Yes, excellent! Why don't you just bring them in and set them in the kitchen," he said, ushering her into the kitchen and instantly past the living room.

"Oh um…ok," Molly agreed as she was given very little choice anyway. Sherlock followed her in as well and then began speaking in a whisper.

"I've got to get rid of my parents. They are driving me mad," he said through gritted teeth as he glanced over his shoulder toward the living room. "I need you to set up in the kitchen and then perhaps act as if you desperately need me to help you with some sort of experiment."

Molly chuckled. "I need you to help me with an experiment?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, well they won't care if it's my own experiment, will they?"

"Sherlock, get back in here! Or have you forgotten you have guests?" Mrs. Holmes called. "And could you bring that lemon in here for our tea?"

Sherlock took a deep breath and gave Molly a pleading expression as he grabbed the little plate of lemon slices and went back into the living room.

As the poor man went back to sit with his parents, Molly was incredibly amused to listen to the interchange. Not only was it always hysterically funny to simply hear how very typical a set of parents he had, but it was also especially amusing and surprising to hear them badgering him about being single. Molly had to cover her mouth multiple times as his mother and father picked on him about how many lovely things he was missing out on because he refused to share his life with another person. Although, she also couldn't help but pity him. She knew how he felt about relationships. And it seemed that he'd be unlikely to get his parents to see his side of the argument very easily. Probably a bit tiresome for Sherlock to deal with. Molly paused as she was setting the containers of samples on the table. Was it possible that she could take this opportunity to rescue the poor floundering detective?

"This conversation is pointless," Sherlock finally said. "There is simply no reason for you to-"

"Sorry, Sherlock, I don't mean to interrupt but I just had to say hello while I'm here," Molly said sweetly as she came into the room. "I've been dying to see the both of you since this whole thing started!"

Sherlock frowned at her, clearly concerned that she wasn't pulling him away from this frustration, but was instead joining in and prolonging the problem.

"Molly I really don't think-" Sherlock was cut short and his eyes almost popped out of his head as Molly leaned down and pressed a kiss right on his lips! All three in the room were effectively rendered speechless when Molly pulled away and stood upright again.

Molly strolled over to Sherlock's awestruck parents and grinned. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes! It's such a pleasure to see you again, and this is so much lovelier than some of the other times," she said with a little laugh.

"I-it's a pleasure to see you as well," Mrs. Holmes managed to say. She looked at Sherlock. "Was there perhaps something you were going to be telling us, darling?"

"Oh!" Molly exclaimed, clasping a hand over her mouth. She looked at Sherlock. "My goodness, had you not told them? I know it's early days, but I just assumed…oh I'm so very sorry! I should have known he'd be a bit tight lipped!" She grimaced in embarrassment at the older couple.

"Oh, not to worry," Mr. Holmes said with a warm smile. "I do believe that the news itself makes up for the unexpected surprise!" He winked at his son. "Well done, my boy. It's about time!"

Sherlock chuckled nervously and stood from his seat as his parents began excitedly whispering to each other. "Molly, may I perhaps see you for a moment in the kitchen?"

"Of course, darling," she answered with a smile and linked their arms as they walked away.

"Molly, what are you playing at?!" Sherlock demanded in a hushed voice.

"I'm saving you," Molly said with a proud little smirk. "Wouldn't you like for your parents to leave you alone? Well perhaps they'd do just that if they believe you already have a girlfriend! Seems like the logical solution to me."

Sherlock huffed out a breath. "That couldn't possibly work," he said, but Molly could tell he was already mulling it over in detail in his brain and also seriously considering it.

"No strings attached," Molly said firmly. "Promise."

Sherlock stared at her, still silently considering.

"You can bring me to essential family gathering and occasionally use me as an excuse to get out of things," Molly went on. "All I ask is that you do not treat me badly and that you show some appreciation for the fact that I'm making your life easier, even though I don't have to. I'm simply doing you a favor…as your friend."

Sherlock seemed to be about to object again, but then he paused, took a breath, and opened his mouth again. "Fine…yes, fine, I'll agree. No strings attached?"

"No strings attached," Molly repeated and confirmed again.

Sherlock nodded. "Right, then let's do this properly, shall we?"

Molly's knees almost gave way when Sherlock suddenly took her in his arms and began very enthusiastically kissing the side of her neck. Molly was too surprised to form words, and could only utter a small gasp. Sherlock pulled away a moment later and pursed his lips as he examined her skin carefully. Then he nodded, looking satisfied with the results.

"Yes, I'd say that makes our private conversation in the kitchen even more believable." He cleared his throat and straightened his jacket. "Shall we join my parents again and see if they'll soon leave us to those organ samples? Surely they'll get the impression now that we need some time to ourselves!" Sherlock gave her a grin, looking far too pleased with himself, and headed back to the living room.

As Molly followed him on shaky legs, she could only mutter under her breath, "Dear Lord, what have I done?"