Serenity
Mycroft Holmes was used to always sleeping alone. Even when he had lovers, never once did he allow them to share his bed for the night. Even though he held such a "minor" position in the Government, one could never be too careful. That's why he was completely surprised to wake up, with a warm body pressed up against his bare chest. Flashes of the heated night before entered his mind, and he couldn't stop the small smile that slipped into place. He cautiously moved his arm from where it was wrapped securely around his lover and brought it to lie against the gray haired man's cheek. Greg Lestrade. Off course he would be the one to make Mycroft break all his rules; tempt him with his warm smile. Greg murmured something in his sleep as Mycroft ran his fingers through the D.I.'s hair. Greg was beginning to stir, but the elder Holmes couldn't find it in himself to care. As hazel eyes flitted open, Mycroft decided that maybe his rules didn't matter. If his rules prevented him from waking up to the sight of his lover, hare tousled, and eyes bright after a good night's sleep, then rules be damned.
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