Hi, wow it's been a long time since I have written anything. Uhm, as you can see I have delved into the world of Sherlock. This was written as a challenge and will be a total of 30 chapters of short ficlets. Just trying to get in the swing of things again. Read, Review, Enjoy please! Thank you darlings.
10 months into their relationship and Greg was getting tired. Mycroft had a list of rules. Everyone needs a code to live by.
1. Work unfortunately had to come first.
2. Sex is a bedroom activity only. (Not that Greg hadn't tried to break that one.)
3. No fighting in public. Not everyone should be privy to their business. And both men had a reputation to uphold.
4. No public displays of affection, including hand holding and kissing.
The last one always killed Greg. He should be able to show and tell everyone Mycroft was his. He understood Mycroft's need for control over all situations, but rules be damned. And unfortunately it came to a head during Scotland Yard's annual Christmas party. Mycroft's usual charms blew right into the minds and hearts of a few of the younger Detectives. In a fit of jealousy, without a second thought, Greg grabbed Mycroft's hand.
Mycroft pulled his hand away angrily, "This is not the time, Gregory."
The emphasis on his name only made the DI even more upset. "Fine Myc, have it your way like always." Mycroft could see the pain on his boyfriend's face, but couldn't understand it. He was a Detective, shouldn't he understand the need to maintain rules.
"Gregory—"
"No Mycroft, I think you've made your point very clear," DI Lestrade scowled, turning his back to the younger man and sighed. Mycroft licked his lips nervously. The entire room stopped to listen and watch the ensuing drama. He took a deep breath and grabbed Greg's hand, pulling him towards him.
"Greg, I am sorry," Mycroft cleared his throat, suddenly dry. Realizing the moment needed some privacy, Greg pulled his boyfriend out of the room.
"Mycroft. I can't do this. I can't sit idly by and watch you charm the pants off someone and I can't do a bloody thing about it. I love you too much.." Greg trailed off. Mycroft pulled him close and wrapped his arms around him.
"Shall we head back, can't have people talking," Mycroft said, threading their fingers together.
Greg looked at their hands and then into Mycroft's eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Rules are meant to be broken Gregory, isn't Sherlock proof enough of that?"
Greg pulled him in for a chaste kiss, "I love you."
"I love you too."
As they walked back, hand in hand, Gregory leaned in close and whispered, "You know, there is another rule I'd love to break."
Greg chuckled as a blush crept up Mycroft's face, ears tinted pink.
