AN:

Hi! These are just gonna be cute little one or two shots to pull me out of writers block :) hope you like them 3 .

Mycroft almost fell into the flat he shared with his fiancé, Gregory Lestrade, weighed down by various governmental files he was sure to be up late signing. Greg wasn't home. They were never usually in the flat at the same time due to their manic jobs, but this just made the time they had together all the more magical. Mycroft stumbled into his office and deposited the pile of paper onto his sumptuous wooded desk. Then, with thoughts of a glass of wine before he settled to work, padded to the kitchen in search of the bottle of wine he and Greg had only drunk half of the night before. Rubbing the ache in his lower back obtained by sitting in tedious meeting all day Mycroft poured himself a generous glass of 1952 sauvignon blanc (not the nicest wine he had but it did the job.) The 'British Government' shuffled back to his office and proceeded to get the files dealt with; he'd send them off to Coventry first thing. About 3 hours into the morning, Greg flopped home and immediately checked if Mycroft was still working. Sliding into his office the DI draped himself over the younger man and, kissing and nipping his neck, whispered: "come to bed honey."

"You know I'd love to, but this is of..."

"National importance I know , but you need to sleep. For me?" Mycroft sighed, oh that did feel good. He loved it when Greg's voice was husky with tiredness. "I suppose I could get Anthea to summarise these for me. I don't want to be turning into my brother." He reasoned . he got up from his desk and turned to slide his arms around his lovers neck.

"How was your day?" they made a point of asking this to each other as often as they could.

"The usual. Sally and Anderson tittered away, while Sherlock gave me some thumbs back form the lab that he'd stolen from the lab 'for an experiment', because John had found them and made him apologise."

"Ugh I'll have to keep a closer eye on him."

"Don't worry about that now Myc, can we not talk about Sherlock right now?" and continued his assault on Mycroft's neck. "yessss." Mycroft hissed, Tipping his head backwards in pleasure. "Bath?" he suggested, his back aching, the hot water would soothe it. Along with Greg's hands that were now sliding up and down his sides , slipping under his shirt.

"Mmm yeah" Greg smiled. "But can we bring the wine with us? You look rather sophisticated like that."

"Anything for you dear." Mycroft whispered and they walked into their bathroom, all the time not breaking contact with each other.

hope you liked it guys! rate , review , follow. whatever. These will go on for a bit, just something to write for inspiration. Lots of fluff to fangirl over.

I aint even mad.

-AA