This one was a response to PlantInABoot's prompt "Desire". I'm pretty sure she was looking for some smut, but Greg's desire to just be near Mycroft turned too sweet to smut up. I promise some smut later on though. Please R&R! Enjoy!

~Brooke

Distance was a cruel invention.

Greg sighed and rolled onto his side.

Though he and Mycroft had only been dating for three months, Greg was completely smitten. He hated the British government for sending his boyfriend away to France at a moment's notice. It wasn't too bad during the day, but Greg had gotten accustomed to falling asleep wrapped in Mycroft's firm embrace. His bed felt terribly empty, and he had never felt so alone in his entire life.

He turned himself over again and glanced at the clock. 2:07. He let out an exasperated snarl and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Greg had promised himself he wouldn't be needy, but he really needed to hear Mycroft's voice, even if it was just his voicemail message.

Mycroft picked up on the first ring.

'Hello?" he said, voice husky from sleep.

"Hey," Greg whispered, embarrassed for having woken the other man. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. Go back to sleep."

"Don't be ridiculous, sleep is highly overrated." Mycroft yawned. "Besides, I was just having a dream about you. While dream-you is quite interesting, I would much rather speak to the real you."

Greg grinned. "What makes me so 'interesting' in these dreams of yours?"

"Let's just say you have a certain fondness for wearing rugby shorts."

Greg laughed and made a mental note to dig out his uniform from his university rugby team days.

The line was quiet for a moment.

Mycroft sighed. "I miss you," he said quietly.

Greg's heart fluttered. "And I you," he replied earnestly.

"I'm just going to warn you right now, when I get back I don't intend on ever leaving your bed again Gregory."

"I can live with that," Greg said, stifling a yawn. Though he still lacked the physical warmth of Mycroft that he longed for so dearly, he found that the deep voice on the other end of the line was very soothing in and of itself.

They continued to talk for several minutes, until Greg succumbed to sleep mid-conversation. Mycroft smiled when he heard the familiar soft snoring through the speaker. He pressed the speakerphone button and placed the cell phone on the pillow next to him.

Though they were miles apart, at least they could pretend that they were sharing the same bed.