Here comes my second Mystrade story! A little bit short, though~
Enjoy!
Mycroft and Lestrade have all kinds of entertainments, although they don't have much time for that. Thanks to their exhuastingly time-consuming occupations, anything apart from work can become adorablly fun, as long as it's done by them together. Weirdly, going to the supermarket together is among the list.
- Inspecter, let's get some mustard sauce.
Lestrade stares at Mycroft, rolls his eyes, and curls his lips.
- Why? You never ate mustard. You hate it, actually.
- Oh, right. So how about the pakchoi? It looks pretty fresh.
Lestrade clutches the trolley, and turns around again, frowning.
- I didn't know that living with me turns you into a vegetarian. You hate it too!
- Indeed. Oh, come on, Gregory. We are in public now, many people around. You don't have to be so abusive.
- I'm not! And why are you doing this all the time?
Lestrade asks wearily.
- What?
Mycroft raises his eyebrows.
- I don't know. But you just keep asking me to buy something you normally loathe every time we go to the supermarket.
Lestrade doesn't say "together", because if their daily essentials are not arranged by Mycroft's personnel, which Lestrade has been suspected of being on purpose, they will go shopping together, all the way. Doc. Watson has been envying that for a long time.
Lips' turning into an affectionate smile, Mycroft sildes towards Lestrade gracefully, curls his arm around Lestrade's waist, and pecks his lobe.
- It's because I love it when you tell me what I do not like. You know me. And you love me.
- Oh, alright.
Lestrade flushes, but still manages to hold Mycroft back.
- And now you tell me we are in public!