"Come on, Skye, please! Watch it with me! It's going to be so much fun!" Jemma begged her, it was important for her to share her passion with her friend. And now that Fitz was recovering at some secret facility, she needed someone to scream with or to hug when there was a goal.

"You said that about the opening ceremony and it sucked... big time!" Skye was arguing just for the sake of it, she couldn't really say no to Simmons. And it's not even that she didn't like soccer (okay, "football", Jemma had lectured her enough about that), she just wasn't that into it. Oh but she sure was into Jemma.

"Well... that's true... But this is different. I'm not even asking you to watch all the matches, just the ones that England plays." Hopeful eyes waited for the answer.

"Alright, alright, let's watch it, England better wins!" Skye smiled at her.

"That's the spirit! Thank you, Skye!" She hugged her and Skye knew she made the right decision.

Simmons put on her England shirt (in which Skye thought she looked really hot), they grabbed some snacks and settle into the couch. Skye had all this thing planned where she was going to get closer and closer to Simmons as the game progressed, but she was immediately disappointed when Trip found out they were watching the game and decided to join. Soon after it began Coulson, May and Koenig were also there. Simmons was happy to have them all there, rooting for England because of her.

The game began and a few minutes in, England was in full force. Jemma was already on the edge of the seat and Skye find every reaction amusing. She was getting to know a new side of Simmons and she was beginning to wonder if there's anything about the British woman that she wouldn't like. Thirty minutes had passed when Italy scored and Jemma was shocked, Skye reached out to grab her hand in comfort. Jemma smiled a little without taking her eyes off the screen and Skye thought that that was enough for now. A few minutes later, England scored and Jemma jumped out of the couch screaming goal and looking to her sides, clearly searching for someone to hug and before Skye could react Triplett was there, as happy as Simmons was, and in that very moment Skye hated his guts. What the hell? He wasn't even British, but then again, she'd be that happy if she was hugging Jemma too. In any case, she made a mental note to stand up as soon as the next goal came and be the first to be there for Jemma. The first half of the game ended in a tie and everyone took the opportunity to get more drinks and go to the bathroom. Everyone but Simmons and Skye.

"Are you enjoying it?" Jemma looked at Skye with sympathy.

"Oh yes, these guys are awesome and I want them to win more than before! And I love seeing you get all crazy like that. Plus, the Italians are hot." Skye smile brightly and Jemma returned it.

"Thanks Skye, it's amazing that all of you are watching and getting excited with me. It means a lot."

"For you, always." Skye smirked and everyone got back to their seats, leaving Jemma a little confused for the look on the other woman's face.

Skye noticed how anxious Jemma was at the beginning of the second half so she reached for her hand again and was glad to feel that Simmons tightened the grip. When Italy scored their second goal Jemma was furious so Skye began to rub her back to calm her down. "The way they're playing, I'm sure it's just a matter of time for them to tie." She said reassuring her. Jemma showed a little smile and Skye was really liking the idea of being the one that made do that.

The game ended 2-1. May, Coulson, Billy and Triplett went to do their thing talking about how England deserved at least one more goal. Jemma was just sitting there looking blankly at the screen. Skye didn't know what to say to make her feel better, she didn't really know how much this affected her or much it didn't. She just was there waiting for Simmons to react one way or another.

"It's just a silly game, isn't it?" She still didn't move, not even her eyes.

"It's okay if it's not." Skye said and Jemma finally turned to look at her, confused. "I mean, it's okay if you feel sad because your team lost. It's a world cup and it seems like it's a pretty big deal to you… so I don't think it's silly."

"Oh Skye! Thank you. This whole thing reminds me of a time where life wasn't life-or-death situations all the time. It reminds me of the way my whole family came together to watch the matches with such passion! I haven't seen that many world cups with them, I remember about three, and one of them not that clearly, because I came here to study when I was very young… But I like to remember all that, to think about my dad being all emotional and my mom doing all this weird things that according to her would help England to win… I've always wanted to see England be the champion, that would make them so happy, and me of course…" Skye was lost in Jemma's eyes, in her words, she was taking in everything because she knew this moment was important, she was talking about her family with her for the first time, she was sharing an important part of her past with her and Skye couldn't help but feeling she was falling for her.

"I'm so sorry about the rambling, Skye. The point is that you're right, this is important to me and I really need England to win the next match." Jemma said with a new determination in her voice and face.

"Well then, what weird stuff your mom did?" Skye said smiling and Simmons laughed out loud. They continued talking and laughing and Jemma was surprised that she'd forgotten all about the lost so quickly. Being with Skye made her feel at ease and happy, it was easy for her to talk openly to her and to be silly with her. She loved it, maybe a little too much for a friend, but she wasn't overthinking it, she was just living and enjoying the moment.

That night, Skye went to sleep with a smile on her face. She felt like today she got even closer to Jemma and she loved it. It also kind of terrified her because of the fast-growing feelings that she was sure weren't reciprocated at all. Still, she was happy and couldn't wait for the next game, and fell asleep hoping that England wins it.

Author's note: This fanfic was inspired by a 2010 fanfic that my friend and I remembered a couple of days ago, we couldn't find said fanfic but we loved it at the time. It was a Brittana and Faberry fic series set during that year's World Cup.

So this is dedicated to my best friend, who doesn't watch this amazing TV Show yet... But she hopefully will soon.

English is not my first language and it's been a while since I write something. Thanks for reading!