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Greg arrived at Mycroft's house at exactly 7 o'clock for dinner. Mycroft was always precise with his schedule so Greg tried to be on time as well so Mycroft was happy. Mycroft opened the door with a smile and invited Greg inside.
When Greg and Mycroft had first met, Mycroft had had a personal chef that did all his cooking for him. When Greg first started going to Mycroft's for dinner, it had been Mycroft's chef that would cook them dinner. Greg had then taken it upon himself to teach Mycroft to cook so now whenever Greg came over, it was always Mycroft that cooked for them. Greg had enjoyed teaching Mycroft to cook; he was glad that there was something that Mycroft didn't know that Greg could teach him.
"Smells lovely," said Greg, taking a seat at the table while Mycroft was dishing up dinner.
"Thanks," Mycroft replied, blushing slightly while pouring himself and Greg a glass of wine.
They chatted and laughed during dinner as they always did until it came to the end of dessert. They then cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink before moving into the other room to watch football on the TV. Greg was a huge fan of football and they usually watched games together; Mycroft enjoying the company more than the actual game.
Greg generally spent most of the game explaining what was happening on the screen to Mycroft. Football was something that Mycroft just didn't understand and Greg took great pleasure in explaining the game to him every time they watched a game together. He'd probably told him the same thing over a hundred times but Greg enjoyed Mycroft taking an interest in something he cared about so he didn't mind.
As the game came to an end, Mycroft realized he was running out of time to ask Greg what he'd been planning to ask.
It was his mother's birthday in two weeks time and she always had a huge party for herself at the Holmes Manor and Mycroft was required to go. Every year he always went alone but this year he'd decided that he'd invite Greg, it wouldn't be so boring if Greg was there too.
As Greg stood to leave, Mycroft stopped him.
"Wait Gregory, there's something that I've been meaning to ask you," said Mycroft, feeling nervous all of a sudden. It wasn't like he was asking Greg out on a date or anything but Mycroft felt nervous all the same.
"I was wondering if perhaps you'd accompany me to my mother's birthday party in two weeks time. It's usually dreadfully boring but would be considerably less dull if you were there," continued Mycroft when Greg hadn't said anything. Mycroft was now blushing even more than earlier and didn't know where to look but couldn't look Greg in the eyes.
"You sound like Sherlock," said Greg, chuckling at the now confused look on Mycroft's face.
"What?" asked Mycroft, he had no idea what Greg was talking about.
"You talking about things being dull and boring, sounds exactly like Sherlock," explained Greg, "oh and yes I'd love to".
"I do not sound like Sherlock," said Mycroft, completely missing the fact that Greg had just accepted his invitation.
Greg just laughed again, waiting for Mycroft to realize what he'd just said. It took him a moment, but Greg could tell Mycroft had realized when a grin spread across Mycroft's face.
"So you'll come then?" asked Mycroft, making sure he hadn't misunderstood somehow.
"Course I will," said Greg, smiling back at Mycroft.
Greg left not long after that and Mycroft couldn't stop the warm feeling that spread through him when he thought about them going to the party together; it was almost like it was a date, but unfortunately not quite.
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