After a a long day of solving crime in the frozen, snowy weather, Greg finally made to his flat.
He unlocked the door and opened it, immediately being met by the arms of his lover hugging him. Greg looked at him with a smile.
His lover, Mycroft, obviously, had backed up a bit, looking at Greg and pulling him inside. "Hurry up and change into something comfortable." Mycroft mumbled. The shorter nodded, now realizing that his lover was wearing some of his clothes, an orange jumper with a bit that covers the neck and black sweats. The sight caused Greg to smile.
He went into their room and changed into comfortable clothing, coming out to see Mycroft on the couch with blankets and pillows. Mycroft was getting the pillows in perfect positions, looking up to see Greg. He smiled.
Gods, did Greg love that beautiful smile.
Mycroft sat, his legs crossed. Greg came over and sat next to him, moving closer and giving a kiss on the cheek. He moved back and looked at the other lovingly. "I'm guessing you have plans?" The taller nodded and got up, going to the kitchen and coming back out after a while.
"You'll have to wait, I just started making some hot chocolate." Mycroft sat next to Greg again, keeping that beautiful smile.
Greg nodded, closing his eyes.
After the drinks were finished, Mycroft came back over and snuggled next to Greg, wrapping the blankets over him.
Greg cuddled back, and they spent the rest of their evening cuddling with hot chocolate and quiet compliments, eventually they falling asleep after they finished their drinks.
It's short, but that's fine.
~Gillian.