Mycroft smiled softly to himself as he watched Greg asleep next to him. He found himself mulling over the terms; boyfriend? No, they were definitely not teenagers, lover? Mycroft shrugged it off, not meaningful enough... He allowed himself to consider partner, deciding it fitted Greg perfectly, but also choosing not to mention it, until the man himself dropped a hint.

He was pulled back to the room as Greg sighed, stretching before rolling over on the bed, the action forcing the sheets further down. Mycroft's sight of his chest was now replaced by Greg's back... But it did offer him a rather lovely view of the behind he'd always admired.

He trailed two fingers down Greg's spine, slowly coming to rest at the swell of Greg's behind.

"Mm... Hands off me arse..."

Mycroft smirked, "I thought you were asleep."

"I was, but you're thinking too loud."

"I do apologise."

"Mm, so you should." Greg replied, pushing back on the bed until he was pressed against Mycroft.

Mycroft smiled as he wrapped his arms around Greg's waist, pressing a dry kiss to the back of his neck. "Go back to sleep, love..."

"M'be here when I wake up?"

"Yes."

"Promise?" Greg asked through a yawn.

"I shall be if you're up early. Now, sleep."

Greg nodded, and snuggled back against Mycroft's chest, a leg slipping between Mycroft's two. Mycroft merely pulled him close and stroked soft lines over Greg's chest until he felt him drift off to sleep.

Greg groaned as his alarm rudely decided to scream loudly and rolled over, burying his face in what he assumed was the bed.

Mycroft looked down at the head pushed into his stomach and laughed softly, the noise making a still half asleep Greg flop over and blink up at him.

"Morning."
"Burr."
"...Think I was the bed?"
"Pillow actually." Greg replied through a yawn, pushing himself up and stretching. Mycroft winced as he heard a bone pop, rubbing at Greg's shoulder.

Greg smiled at him, "You stayed."
"Yes, I did."
"Well good. So you should. Breakfast?"
Mycroft blinked, "I- Yes?"
Greg grinned. "Right answer."

Mycroft found himself smiling back. "I'll just, use your bathroom first..."

"Go'head" Greg said through another yawn as Mycroft stood from the bed. "Toast do you?"

"Yes, that other thing you can cook."

Greg grinned, "Yeah and one day, if you're really good, I might just make you a sandwich."

Mycroft laughed, "Oh I wouldn't go wasting all your talents at once."

"Nah, probably best to save some. I'll go get the toast on."

Twenty minutes and one almost burning later the two were stood, suited and presentable in the kitchen, munching on toast. At least Greg was, Mycroft smiled softly at the sight before setting his mug down and pulling him close.

Greg mumbled into the kiss he received and Mycroft pulled back enough to reply, "What was that?"

"M'butter mouth."
Mycroft smiled, "I've kissed you with far worse on your lips then butter, Greg."
Greg grinned, shoving softly at Mycroft's shoulders. "Shush. I better be off."
"Yes, indeed."
Mycroft agreed as he shoved the toast back in Greg's mouth, pulling at his jacket once. "Off you pop."
Greg rolled his eyes, shuffling the things in his hands to free the toast, he kissed Mycroft once more before rushing from the kitchen.

Mycroft was just finishing his coffee as a quiet cough sounded behind him. He turned to see Greg stood in the doorway, coat slung over his arm and a sheepish expression on his face.
"Forget something?"

"No...um, do you want a lift?"

Mycroft blinked. "Sorry?"

Greg shrugged awkwardly, "Well, you're going to have to wait for a driver and, I'm driving anyway..." He trailed off with a slightly confused expression on his face.

Mycroft wanted to kiss it off.

Instead, he settled for downing his coffee and grabbing his jacket. "Hm. Yes, why not?"

Greg grinned, "This way then, Sir."

"Are you going to treat me like my Driver does?"

"Oh is he kissing you goodbye at the doors as well now?"

Mycroft smirked, "Well he does get some perks, Greg."

Mycroft slammed his door shut as Greg started the engine, and jumped as Greg's music blasted out.

"Ah..Sorry!" Greg called over it, quickly turning it down. "Bad day..." He said with a shrug to Mycroft's questioning eyebrow.

"I'm quite surprised you're not deaf." Mycroft uttered.

"Hm?"

He glanced over and rolled his eyes at Greg's grin. "Just drive, fool."

"You're way meaner when you're not in my..." Greg suddenly shut his mouth and focused in front of him.

"...Go on.."

"I was, going to say... bed.."

Mycroft smirked, "One track mind."

"Mmm. Your fault."

"Oh I'm sure it is."

"It is!"

"..."

"..."

"Do you have any idea where you're going?"

Greg shook his head, "Not a clue, no." He glanced over at Mycroft, "What secret location today, Sir?"

Mycroft smiled. "Just by the Courts will be fine."

"Okay..."

"..."

"So..."

Mycroft looked over at him. "Yes?"

"...I was just wondering..."

"...Yes, Greg?"

"Well, when do you think you'll be able to um... Stay over? Again?"

Mycroft bit back a smile, "Oh... soon, I should expect."

"Oh, yeah?"

Mycroft's smile grew at the hopeful tone in Greg's voice.

"Oh, yes. Definitely. Within the week, I shouldn't doubt."

The small smile on Greg's mouth sent a curious thump through his stomach.

"Why? Do you like me, sleeping over?"

Greg slowed for the lights and turned to grin at Mycroft, "Yeah, funnily enough."

"How odd."

"Well, that's me."

Mycroft smiled, "And don't you dare change."

Greg's grin didn't alter, "Never planned on it, Love."