This is for my lovely Sarah, aka Chaosisblue, who has been super sad that there aren't more Mycroft stories in the world. Well, I have to say Mycroft is a bit more challenging for me to write, but I shall give it my best shot. :)
By the by, I don't own anything. No BBC, No Mycroft Holmes, No Mark Gatiss (Which is really a bummer, because he seems like he'd be fun to hang out with.)
Enjoy!
Fine:
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He strolled into the establishment, umbrella hanging loosely from his wrist. The posh man carried himself with an almost regal air, looking around at the several other proprietors. That's when he saw her. She looked absolutely decadent, the sleek outline of her silhouette engrained into his mind instantly. He crossed the room and sat at his customary booth. Mycroft sat back in his seat, content in watching the people discuss their affairs, either quietly, or all too loudly, for his taste. (The couple behind him had been arguing about their sex life, or rather, lack thereof.)
She was on the move, and Mycroft couldn't help but to stare as she glided around the room, showing off her delicious appeal. He had been building up to this point, working up the nerve to claim her as his own. Week upon week of frequenting this place, just to watch as she acquainted herself with the several others who had their eye on her. Not this time. Not today.
He gazed at the luscious velvet material that covered her, too tempted to reach out and touch it. She had made her way around to the other guests, teasing each and every one of them with her appearance. Some had almost asked for her to stay, however, a discouraging eye from a spouse or friend would make them decline. But not Mycroft. He wouldn't turn her away. Not this time. Not today.
She was soon on the path toward him, much to his delight. This was it. He would grace her with all the finest quality of company he had to bestow. She stopped in front of his booth, and he smiled. He nodded his head to her accompanying chaperone, who smiled brightly, as she showed the divine thing to her place.
"Is there anything else you'll be wanting, Mr. Holmes?" The chaperone asked. Mycroft shook his head.
"No, I think that will be all. Thank you, Marco." He gave a polite grin to the young man, who nodded his head in understanding and turned to leave the political man and his new friend alone. Mycroft glanced at the enticing thing before him.
"And here we are at last, my dear." He smiled, muttering the endearment quietly. He picked up his fork, and gently, oh so gently, sliced the corner off of the piece of cake that he had been pining after for so long. One bite, and he knew he could never have another dessert in his life. This was his one, true love now. In a manner of speaking, of course.
Mycroft had thought back to earlier that day. The stresses of encountering his little brother, yet again.
"How's the diet?"
"Fine."
Mycroft looked down once more, to discover that his luscious treat was already half consumed. A slight frown appeared, knowing that soon, too soon, this would be over.
"It's absolutely fine." He assured himself, smiling as he bit into the cake once more.
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Bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Mwahahahaha. So, after the long discussion of what Sarah was looking for in a fic, I had mentioned that I ship Mycroft with cake. I really do. Lol. Anyway, I hope you all liked it. Leave me a review so I know, yea?
