This is a belated birthday gift for my dear friend Copgirl - not your usual fare my dear, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!
Anger, cold and hard as Mycroft
Leaned across the office desk.
Lestrade refused to poke and pry
In Sherlock's life at his behest.
~0~
He wanted to confirm his brother
Had not returned to drug-filled days,
Greg had pointed out that John
Had helped the young man mend his ways.
~0~
Mycroft snarled and argued that
The Holmes's knew not how to care
Hazel eyes met icy blue ones,
Could he do it? Would he dare?
~0~
Stepping right up to the large oak
Desk he leaned in, face to face,
And grasping hold of Mycroft's shoulders
Held the Government man in place.
~0~
"Let me show you how to care"
The policeman whispered with a smile.
Blue eyes searched his care-worn face
But found no hint of trick nor guile.
~0~
Closing now the space between them
Greg then stole a tender kiss,
Shock made Mycroft's eyes pop open,
Caring shouldn't feel like this!
~0~
Lips that parted on a gasp
Invaded by a questing tongue,
Greg had such a wealth of knowledge,
Suddenly Mycroft felt so young.
~0~
Naive and untried, lost in feeling,
Carried on a wave of bliss,
He pushed aside the thought that nagged him,
Caring shouldn't feel like this.
~0~
Greg then took advantage of the
Other's momentary slip,
Pulled him down across the desk
Then held him still with hand on hip.
~0~
The British Government lay staring,
Shocked and dazed and so confused,
Never in his life had Mycroft
Ever been so used, abused.
~0~
With a smile the Police Detective
Showed a knack for reading minds,
"This is not abuse." He said
"There's no coercion you will find."
~0~
Reaching up, untying tie,
Unbuttoning shirt, revealing skin.
Soft gasp that says to have such
Gorgeous freckles really should be a sin!
~0~
Mycroft can't believe the
Admiration on the other's face.
Making freckled flesh feel flushed
And causing new-found heart to race.
~0~
Hands reach up to push the jacket
From the police Inspector's shoulder,
A frisson of excitement as he
Pulls him closer, feeling bolder.
~0~
Soon it's hard to tell where Mycroft
Ends and where Lestrade begins,
Arms and legs are all a-tangle,
Bruising elbows, scraping shins.
~0~
Pens and papers fly around as
Desk becomes a makeshift bed,
Two hearts entwined, two bodies joined,
Through timeless dance of love they're led.
~0~
Nevermore will Mycroft doubt
Veracity of love's intent,
He knows that time spent with one's partner
Is nothing less than time well spent.
