They lie in the oversized bed, curled around each other. Greg had his head resting on Mycroft's chest, both of them slipping in and out of a light sleep. As the elder Holmes shifted slightly, Greg dragged his eyes open with a quiet groan. He glanced blearily at the clock next to the bed.
"Mm. Morning, love.", he murmured sleepily, moving up to peck Mycroft's lips.
Mycroft opened one eye, peeking at the younger man. "Already?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Bit of a late one last night, wasn't it?", Greg laughed.
Mycroft didn't reply, simply tightening his arm around Greg and closing his eyes again. Smiling, Greg allowed himself a few moments in his lover's arms before attempting to sit up. "My, let go."
"No. Stay here", Mycroft murmured sleepily, making Greg smile even wider.
"No. Come on, you git, let go. I'll make the coffee." He felt Mycroft's arm slacken around him and rolled his eyes, climbing out of bed. Grabbing the dressing gown from the back of the door-Mycroft's, of course-Greg walked into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on.
Feeling arms wrap around his waist from behind, the greying man smiled and leaned back. "You've stolen my dressing gown", a deep voice murmured in his ear.
"Yeah, well it's your fault. You wouldn't let me bring any pyjamas." Greg twisted so he was facing Mycroft and smiled up at him. "Morning."
"Good morning. Why are we awake so early?", Mycroft replied with a soft kiss as the kettle boiled.
"I need to go to my flat. Can't walk into the Yard in the same clothes as yesterday", Greg winked as he turned, "I've got a reputation to uphold, you know."
Frowning, Mycroft replied, "Why didn't you bring fresh clothes?"
Greg raised an eyebrow as he passed the other man a mug. "You collected me from work-again-so I didn't exactly have time to pack!"
Mycroft smiled at the memories of the previous night. "You're not complaining, surely?"
Greg smirked and kissed Mycroft's cheek as he sat down. "Being whisked away in a brand new Mercedes to meet a very handsome man at a very posh restaurant? Not at all."
Glancing over at the clock on the oven, Greg groaned. "I should really be going, if I want to be on time." He stood and started walking towards the bedroom, only for Mycroft to reach out and hold his wrist.
"Stay, Greg."
Greg smiled, but tugged his hand away. "I can't. I've already made the walk of shame twice this month, that's pretty much my limit."
"No. I mean…stay here. Move in with me."
Greg paused, his mouth hanging open almost comically.
Mycroft reached out and took Greg's hand, squeezing it softly as he spoke hurriedly. "I mean, you spend the majority of your time here anyway, it makes sense. Plus I'm closer to the Yard, and my flat is bigger than yours, and-". He trailed off as Greg started laughing. "What?"
Still laughing, Greg leaned down and kissed Mycroft passionately, murmuring against his lips. "Had that speech prepared for a while, have we?"
"Well, I wasn't sure how adverse you'd be to the idea." Mycroft replied, sitting up straighter in his chair. "If I've been too forward then I apologise-"
Greg kissed the older man again to cut him off. Suddenly nervous, he spoke quietly. "Shut up, My. Of course I'll move in with you, I'd be…I'd be very happy to do that."
Mycroft stood and took Greg's mug, placing it on the table before wrapping his arms around the shorter man. "I love you.", he murmured with another soft kiss to Greg's lips. "And I love you", Greg replied, leaning up to meet Mycroft's kiss.
"But I still need to go get clean clothes."
A/N: Just a fluffy Mystrade piece I've had sitting unfinished for aaages. Please R&R? :3
