A/N: Bit of a change for me - normally I don't start posting a story until it's all written, but this one is totally on the fly and as such may not be updated as quickly as I normally do. This is inspired by a random act of kindness involving Love Hearts (they're sweets with little messages on them, in case you have no clue, and someone anonymous left a packet on my desk at work). Hopefully this will work - reviews would be helpful. Thanks in advance :-) It is sort of a continuation of my previous light-hearted Sherstrade stories, and may be heavy on the fluff, for which I make no apology lol

'Hug me'

Greg Lestrade swore and waved his hand over the side of the bed, patting at the floor in a vain attempt to find his mobile whose alarm was screeching like an air raid siren. Normally it played 'I Fought the Law' – a slightly ironic attempt at rebellion – but Sherlock had been messing with his phone again and had clearly messed up all the sounds. He didn't know if it was his boyfriend's attempt to play a prank or if Sherlock was just plain incompetent when it came to finding the app he needed, but this was the third time since they'd been dating he had been rudely awakened by an aggressive alarm tone.

"Turn it off!" Groaned the muffled voice of the great lump lying beside him. All that could be seen of the consulting detective was a dark spill of curls across the pillow, and one bony foot poking out from under the duvet.

"I'm trying, you bloody great lummox, but I can't find it. Where did you toss my jeans?"

A long skinny arm waved in imperiously in the vague direction of Greg's side of the bed. "Down there somewhere. Where are you going anyway?"

The shrill scream was finally silenced as Greg located his phone underneath his discarded pants on the floor and slid a finger across the screen. He dropped it back onto the bedside table and rolled closer to the mound, burying under the covers to snuggle closer to his lover's scrawny form. He stroked his hand down Sherlock's lean back down to his tightly muscled buttocks giving the left one a squeeze. Sherlock huffed sleepily, turning his head so Greg could push his lips against his cheek. "Mmm, spiky but nice. You need a shave."

"Nah, bit of designer stubble on a hot man like me drives the women wild," he sniggered. "I have to go to work remember? It's the 'thing'."

Sherlock's head shot up, duvet falling away from his face and narrow shoulders tense. "You need to shave. You need to look… presentable, but not too…"

"Sexy?" He grinned at his boyfriend's sudden burst of jealousy, not feeling mean in the least for teasing him. It was rare for him to get the upper hand in anything to do with their relationship; Sherlock's insecurity about his friend Kate amused him. Now that his lover had emerged from his hollow-fiber cocoon Greg pounced, crushing his lips against Sherlock's in an enthusiastic sloppy kiss. "Stop worrying," he joked between kisses. "Kate and I have the presentation and then dinner. I think she can manage to keep her hands off me for the duration of her time in London. And if she doesn't I'll just tell her that I have a very, sexy, consulting detective waiting for me at home who wouldn't like it one bit if I shagged her senseless."

"Fuck off, Greg," Sherlock pulled away, tugging the duvet over his head once more and hiding from the man who had turned his sense of self on its head so spectacularly. Greg didn't understand what it was like for him to allow himself to be so vulnerable, but he hated to put all that weakness on display.

"Oh Sherlock, stop being so dramatic. I'm teasing you love, honestly. Kate knows that I'm head over heels with you, and she wouldn't expect anything from me while I'm with someone. That's not how we work!"

"Oh well, that makes it so much better. Knowing she's waiting in the wings to swallow you down the minute things start to go sour."

Greg snorted at the unintentional innuendo but immediately sobered when Sherlock refused to budge from beneath the bedclothes. With a resigned sigh he wriggled back under the covers and nudged closer to Sherlock's tense body. "I love you, you know? You're my bloke." He bumped his shoulder against the other's still form which remained resolutely facing away. "I really have to go get ready, but I don't want to leave if you're mad."

"Not mad," came the pathetic little voice. Greg rolled his eyes. Honestly the man could be so bloody childish. Sherlock knew that he and Kate were just friends. Friends with benefits, once upon a time not so long ago, but that was definitely in the past now that he and Sherlock were together. Kate was fantastic, and sexy as hell, but he'd tumbled back into a committed relationship and he was perfectly content with his decision. Apparently he just had to convince his over-sensitive boyfriend of that however.

"Give us a hug before I go for a shower?"

Sherlock half turned, twining himself in the duvet but freeing one skinny arm to wrap around his lover's neck. "Don't fall in love with Kate," he commanded.

"Never have, never will." He kissed Sherlock lightly and headed for the bathroom.