Step Ten: Life With Mycroft Holmes
Author's Note: DarkStarr7713 wants another chapter... so another short chapter! But then again all these chapters are short, aren't they? Enjoy!
Life with Mycroft Holmes as your boyfriend (that thought still had Greg grinning) was difficult. It was amazing and brilliant and weird and fun and annoying and so very, very good.
It was difficult because both of them always worked, Mycroft more than Greg. They often had to cancel dates when Greg caught a murder or Sherlock did something incredibly stupid. Mycroft was always cancelling when some nation Greg had never heard of declared war against an equally ambiguous nation, jetting off to places unknown to sort everything out with that massive brain.
But he always came back to Greg with dinner and a kiss. He was always there to hug Greg tightly and murmur how much the man meant to him. That more than made up for the time spent apart. Greg was always there to offer Mycroft a reassuring smile after a hard day's work or a glass of wine when the politician was about to drop from exhaustion.
It was amazing because Mycroft was amazing. He had the ability to completely sweep Greg off his feet. He turned up to surprise the DI with coffee or food or just a quick kiss while the DI was at work. He took Greg to amazing restaurants when Greg needed it and cooked dinner in the DI's flat when Greg wanted a night in.
He was able to keep Greg giggling like an idiot for hours on end, able to entertain him with tales of his and Sherlock's childhood and the less secret stories about his work. He was able to have Greg panting and moaning for more when they lay on the DI's couch, sucking each other's tongues into their mouths and cussing as their bodies heated up.
It was brilliant because there was never a dull moment. Yeah, Greg hated it when Mycroft was out of the country for a week. And yes, Mycroft hated it when Greg was working three days straight and didn't have time to see him. But they always shared a kiss when it was over, always smiled at each other and held hands as they headed out.
It was definitely weird; Mycroft was definitely weird. He basically knew everything, could speak six languages, and always knew what Greg was thinking. Sometimes the DI didn't even bother answering Mycroft's questions, just looked at his boyfriend and Mycroft would say, 'Italian, then.'
Mycroft took Greg to the movies and opera and ballet and concerts and quiet dinners and whatever Greg wanted. They spent hours just kissing and giggling and having fun. There was the occasional argument, disagreement, when one or both was too stubborn to take back their words.
But it always ended with a kiss and smile.
Because they worked together, they worked in each other's lives. Neither man ever wanted it to end. The relationship was amazing and brilliant and weird and fun and...
It was the best thing that had ever happened to either of them.