Disclaimer: For the whole of these stories, I do not own these characters! They belong to Arthur Conan-Doyle and the series they are in belongs to Moffat and Gatiss!

The Stationary Cupboard

The stationary cupboard is situated in the corridor that leads to Mycroft Holmes' office, very busy during the day, as endless supplies are taken from it but what about at night?

Anthea's printer had just run out of ink, 'Just when I need it to print off the minutes from the meeting between Mr Holmes and the Prime Minister! Bloody thing!' Anthea normally had a junior office worker to do these menial tasks but seeing as no-one was around as it was 11pm, she had to do it instead. Leaving the door open, she was just pulling out the cardboard box from the second to bottom shelf when a hand groped her bottom, making her jump and spill the box's contents. Whirling round and leaning against the shelves she found herself facing a smirking Mycroft.

"Mr Holmes!"

"Yes dear?"

"You gave me a heart attack nearly!" Her heart was racing but she had calmed down from the initial jump. Mycroft grabbed Anthea's nearest hand to pull her into him, settling his hands on her luscious, curvy bottom; he gave her cheeks a quick squeeze. Yes he did like his pa in the black pencil skirt she had put on today, it accentuated her curves.

"My apologies Anthea, I just thought I'd come see you after all, it has been an extremely busy day today what with the several meetings we've been too. By the way you naughty minx, what was you trying to do to me in that meeting?" Anthea giggled as she remembered what she had communicated to Mycroft during the last meeting using her pencil.

"Oh do you need me to explain Mr Holmes?"

"An in-depth explanation is needed my dear."

Anthea smirked, "Let me demonstrate then…." before sinking to her knees and her hands which had been gripping Mycroft's shoulders, trailed down his chest as she did so.

"Mmm that diet seems to have worked wonders…" His belt buckle was undone, trousers pulled to his knees and she was pulling out his half hard member from his boxers before he could blink twice. Anthea gave the tip a lick before trailing her tongue down the underside, all the while staring into Mycroft's rapidly glazing eyes. Mycroft moved his hands from his sides onto Anthea, one on her right shoulder; the other quickly buried itself in her hair.

"Suck me, my dear" Anthea took all of his hard cock into her mouth and into her throat. Mycroft groaned deeply as she moved into a rhythm, pulling up she would give the head of his cock a swirl of her tongue and when she sunk down, she would make sure the tip hit the back of her throat.

Mycroft used his hands in her hair to guide the pace of the rhythm. Soon the pressure became too much and he used his hand in her hair to pull her head off him.

He pulled her from her position from the floor, both ignoring the twin cracks of her knees. He pulled Anthea into a passionate kiss; he edged her backwards until her back hit the shelves, making them shake. Anthea winded her arms round Mycroft's neck whilst his hands wandered down her body. His left hand attached itself to her right nipple twisting it through the shirt, whilst his right hand made its way under her skirt and pushing aside her knickers, tested how wet she was for him. Anthea moaned into the kiss at the double assault on her body from his hands. Mycroft broke off the kiss to watch her as he slid a finger into her wet, tight passage.

"Good girl, nice and wet for me," Mycroft thrusted his finger in and out whilst attaching his mouth to her neck, giving her pulse point a nibble. Soon it became not enough for him.

Growling out, "Turn round and face the shelves, bend over and hands on that shelf there. Do not move those hands or move to look around unless I say so!" Mycroft Holmes pulled his boxers to join his trousers at his knees while Anthea complied with his order.

She loved it when he ordered her in that voice, 'Makes me wetter than October! I love it!' She felt a hand remove the condom she had put in her skirt pocket earlier (just in-case), her skirt pulled up over her bottom and her knickers down to the floor. She then heard the condom packet tearing and unrolling, making her shiver in anticipation.

There was no warning before he entered her in one smooth move, Anthea moaned long at the rough, heavy pace he set. Mycroft knew he wasn't going to last long as the little minx had teased him throughout the 3 hour meeting, using her pencil and she had just worked his cock up with her tongue but he would make sure she came too.

He shifted slightly to hit a different angle and was rewarded with louder groans and her pussy walls clenching in pleasure. He moved one hand from her hip to her hair and pulled it back firmly, all the while thrusting hard and fast. He knew she wasn't far from coming but he needed to make her come now! The hand left holding her hip moved to her clit to gently circle it, leaving the hand in Anthea's hair to guide the movement of Anthea's hips.

Anthea came with a small scream of his name, "Mycroft!" and a gush of wetness pulsed round Mycroft's cock making his orgasm rush over him. Both hands moved back to Anthea's hips to gently thrust and prolong both their pleasure.

Mycroft pulled out of Anthea and turned her around to kiss her. When he broke the kiss so Anthea could sort her clothes out, he peeled the condom off and threw it into an open bin bag left by the cleaner earlier, he tied it up to ensure no-one saw the content. He pulled up his boxers and trousers and turned to face Anthea,

"My dear, it is rather late so can you phone for my driver? Let's call it a day shall we?" Seeing her about to protest he quickly added, "You can finish the minutes for the meeting tomorrow, I insist!"

Anthea had to ignore the faint thump of her heart as she realised just how kind and generous a man (and lover) Mycroft Holmes truly was (at times).