A/N- In what is probably one of the most ill-conceived plans I've had in a while, I've decided to do a Mystrade advent calendar. Yes, that is exactly what it sounds like. I might even write some fluff for Christmas too.

Will mostly be fluffy and probably slightly ridiculous. Also, un-betaed, obviously.


December 1st- Hot Chocolate

As a general rule of thumb, Lestrade tries to keep as dry as possible while working. It's not a conscious rule; it's more of a common sense thing most normal people do, especially during the winter months.

Unfortunately, most normal people don't have to try and stop Sherlock Holmes from throwing himself into the Thames after his bloody scarf of all things. This of course resulted in both of them ending up in the river.

John and Sally found the whole thing quite funny. Lestrade did not.

Fortunately, the entire debacle occurred after the bad guys had been nabbed.

By the time Lestrade got home, he wasn't so much wet as covered in a thin crust of ice. Already sniffling and sneezing, he fumbled with for his keys before the door was opened for him.

"You'll catch your death like this," Mycroft drawled from the doorway.

Lestrade growled as he pushed pasted his lover, but Mycroft more than made up for his snarky greeting by having a bath already drawn and pajamas and slippers waiting.

Clean, no longer ice covered, but still sniffling and feeling a bit chilled, Lestrade padded into the living room to find Mycroft waiting on the couch, and two mugs sitting on the coffee table. Lestrade picked one up as he sat down, cradling the warm mug gratefully in his hands.

"Hot chocolate," he said, taking a sip and feeling the drink warm him.

"It is December," Mycroft said, as though that explained everything.

Lestrade leaned against him. "It's nice."

Mycroft shifted his body so he could wrap his arms around Lestrade, letting the detective lean against his chest. Between the drink and the heat from Mycroft's body, Lestrade soon found himself drifting off. Mycroft smiled, pressing his lips gently against Lestrade's damp hair.

"I'll always keep you warm."