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It was a particularly nasty night, weather wise, and nights like these that weren't completely swamped with cases, or chasing after criminals through murky alleyways, was usually overtaken with games. Now, it wasn't an issue with John Watson to play board games, or video games for that matter; the issue resided within his insane boyfriend with only two extreme settings for games. Sherlock Holmes was either a completely manipulative, competitive, and frankly sore winner, or he was so uninterested in the game that John was forced to play on his own.
One particular night, when the rain was pouring outside and the streets were nearly still, John walked over to Sherlock with a large, rectangular box in hand and plopped it on top of his lover, who was stretched out on the sofa in an Olympic gold worthy sulk. Sherlock opened one eye and glanced down at the box and commenced to roll said eye.
"Really, John? Sorry?" he moaned, not at all interested in the silly game.
"Well, we aren't playing Cluedo, and you've turned down all of my previous offers. Now, I'm bored to tears, and you aren't helping. Just play one game with me, and we can call it a night."
Sherlock huffed out a long-suffering sigh and sat up slowly, pressing his face against John's belly as he teetered forward. John instinctively tangled his fingers into Sherlock's thick curls and breathed out at the now familiar weight.
"Promise?" Sherlock's voice came muffled from John's jumper.
"Promise," John smiled, "and we can even go down for a bit of a cuddle. That alright for you?"
Sherlock nodded and slid back into the sofa, putting the Sorry! box on the coffee table and setting the game up while John pushed his armchair closer to the table. Once they were situated, the couple started the game. Sherlock looked up at John with a smirk and chuckled as they drew the first card.
The game went swimmingly for the first few minutes. Sherlock was far ahead on the board, but John was certain he'd get the right card soon. John was fairly good at these games, and had beaten Sherlock a few times before. It was only a matter of time before he got a good card.
Twenty minutes into the game, and Sherlock already had three pegs in the HOME circle and was pretty close to winning. John had half of his pegs in and only needed one Sorry! card to get ahead of the game. John's peg was right in front of Sherlock's HOME box, and the acclaimed army doctor was internally begging for that one card, because Sherlock was three spaces away from John's HOME box.
A few moments later, Sherlock looked up at John and smiled.
"What are you smirking at, Sherlock?" John asked, slightly irritably, due to the lack of luck at this bloody game.
"John, do you know how much I love you?"
"Sherlock, what…"
"Sorry!"
"What the…!"
Sherlock knocked John's peg out of the way and put it back in the START circle. John ground his teeth and gave Sherlock a murderous look.
"You utter bastard!"
"Well, I can hardly help it if I had more fortune than you, John."
"You didn't have to completely knock me off the board!" John growled.
Sherlock smirked and handed John his next card without looking at it. John took one look at the card and growled, putting it down on the used deck. He glowered at Sherlock and waited for the next turn.
"You know, John, this game really is relatively simple to win. You just have to play your cards right."
"Wait, you mean you actually devised a way to win this game?"
"It's really easy, John. I'm honestly surprised you haven't caught on yet."
"One more word, Sherlock, and you'll regret it."
"Please, John. Are you really getting upset over a silly board game?"
What happened next was not entirely pleasant, or mature of John Hamish Watson, but he'd be dammed playing a game like this against Sherlock Bloody Holmes. While John was busy throwing his pajama bottoms on (Sherlock was NOT getting a leg over tonight), Sherlock was busy untangling Sorry! pegs from of his hair.