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Description: A continuation from Day 4. The World Cup.
She smiled, brightly, and bowed her head. "Well, we could watch it at mine, if that is alright with you?"
He bowed his head. "Certainly, I'll be there."
"Thank you."
He watched her leave the lab with a skip in her step and he couldn't help but smile.
He arrived at her flat a few hours before the game began.
He suspected it would be a long day, so he quietly set his phone to silent. The door opened and he smiled as she stood on the other side wearing England's colors and her hair pulled up in the natural ponytail.
"You're early," Molly remarked, stepping aside to allow him to enter.
He hummed and stood on the other side, taking off his coat and scarf. "I thought you might need help setting up for the game." He returned, thought that was not completely true. He wanted to come early to be with her.
Molly smiled. "There's not much to set up. I've got some chips and dip. I've got some beer and if we fancy some desert, I've got some ginger snaps."
He jerked his head at her at the last item and smiled. "You remember?"
She shrugged. "It's hard to forget." She answered, blushing slightly.
He smirked and nodded. "Well, then, what shall we do?" He asked, waiting for her suggestion.
It had been a surprise to her when he had agreed to come to watch the game with her, so she had made sure that she had his favorite cookie on hand.
A fact she remembered from his stay after his "death."
As they settled on the couch, they began a casual conversation, with Molly mentioning her bid on who would win…England of course, and Sherlock mentioning he was never one for sports.
"I've been a fan ever since my dad watched it with me when he was sick," Molly revealed, smiling, softly. "It was our time." She continued, picking at her nails. "We would watch Wimbledon and the World Cup. It was a way for us to deal with his illness."
Sherlock watched her and smiled. "Of course,"
She lifted her eyes to catch him and found, not consternation, but kindness and sympathy. "The game starts in thirty, I better get the chips." She remarked, tearing her eyes away from his.
He nodded and watched her stand to leave to gather the food. He sighed and reached for the remote, resting on the table, and turned on the telly. He heard her move around in the kitchen and tried to overlook the urge to go to her.
She returned just ten minutes before the game began and settled beside him with her knees tucked under her person.
As the game began, she smiled, her face lighting up at the prospect of an amazing game between England and Sweden.
While she watched, Sherlock watched her, fascinated at the transformation of her person with each minute of the game.
He vaguely heard the announcers as hours passed by, all the while being drawn to the small woman beside him, jumping at each move that favored her team, screaming when the officials called a foul or what have you.
By the end of the game, he had seen a different side to the pathologist, a side he wanted to see more of.
As the time rounded the clock, he watched as she bit her nails and screamed as England won the game 2-0.
She jumped up and clapped her hands, turning to find him smiling at her. In her excitement, she threw caution to the wind, and leaped into his arms and planted a kiss on him that caused him to freeze in his position.
For a moment, he could not believe it, but after a split second, he wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss.
The passion turned tender, as she finally lifted her head.
"I'm…"
"If you say sorry, I'll push you on the floor, Molly Hooper." He stated, his eyes dilated and focused on her.
She bit her bottom lip, before she let out a laugh. "England won."
He nodded. "Yes, and so did I." He remarked, pulling her head back down to capture her lips with his.
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