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Prompt from Kendrapendragon: "First time cooking together"

To say that Molly was upset, was an understatement. She had told Martin that she would organise their next date, so she had made reservation to a nice Mexican restaurant a few blocks away from her flat, brought her favourite dress to the dry cleaner's, and bought a new pair of shoes.

Obviously, because she was Molly Hooper, when she went to retrieve her dress, the dry cleaner told her that they had ruined it, one of her heels broke when she was returning home, and cherry on top, the restaurant called saying that it had been a small fire, so the kitchen was to stay closed for at least a week.

She was torn between shouting her anger out, or asking Sherlock's brother Mycroft one of the favours she knew he owed her. Suddenly a third option made its way: she checked her fridge, made a quick list, and then sprinted outside to the Tesco just around the corner.

The pathologist had just arrived home when her doorbell rang, signalling her that Martin was finally there. She checked herself in the mirror and grimaced: she had not showered, she was wearing her old pair of Converse, and the pair of jeans she was wearing, along with her most comfortable jumper, was everything but fashionable.

She opened the door and there he was, her boyfriend, sporting his blue shirt, and his finest cardigan, and those jeans that showed how muscular his thighs were… Waiting to spend a romantic evening with her, at that Mexican Restaurant with the mariachi who played serenades for the couples eating delicious food…

"Oh Martin, I'm so sorry!". Molly flung herself into his arms, noticing the bouquet of yellow gerbera daisies he had brought only when it was too late.

"Molly, what happened? Are you ok? Do you… Do you want to cancel the date?". Martin's apprehensive tone made her want to cry. She had ruined their date even before it started, and he was there, concerned about her well-being, trying to figure out why she was on the verge on tears…

She made him come in, and started to explain what had happened. "So, I thought that maybe we could stay at home, and cook something together. I know it's not what you were expecting, and I'm so sorry that I ruined our evening together... "

She made her little speech with her eyes fixed on her shoes, and when she raised her gaze, Martin was already rolling up his sleeves and moving to her kitchen table. "What do you have in mind?". He started to empty the shopping bag, organizing the ingredients on the table.

"Considering that we I had reserved a table at the Mexican restaurant around the corner, I thought that we could try to cook some steak fajitas, what do you think?"

"I think it's an awesome idea, Molly", Martin said, before retrieving the onions from her hands. "But I prefer to be the one cutting the onions, if you let me…"

"Why, do you know some new technique that you don't want to share?", she joked.

"No… I simply don't want to see you crying", he blushed, while turning to find the knife block.

Molly remained still, watching him with adoration. "Very well, then I will wash the bell peppers and prepare the meat", she announced.

They worked together, laughing and occasionally stopping to share a kiss, until it was all ready. Molly managed to rescue a bright yellow daisy from the bouquet, and put it on a vase on the table, while Martin retrieved a candle from her bathroom, and lighted it.

"I think I need a few minutes to get changed…", Molly said, suddenly self-conscious, but Martin stopped her.

"Don't, please. You're just perfect as you are", he whispered, before pecking her lips. "Everything is perfect, as long as you are with me."

"Even if this is not a romantic restaurant, and I burned two tortillas, and you cut your finger while preparing the onions?"

"Yes, absolutely." He kissed her again, trying to make her understand that he was serious, and no mishap would make him change his mind. "To say the truth, I think this has the potential to be our best date ever." Martin made her sit down, and poured two glasses of red wine. "Bon appetit, Molly."

"Bon appetit, Martin."

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