We managed to compose ourselves just before the limousine driver opened the door, letting Mycroft exit first, then holding out his hand for me. I don't know how, but I got the feeling he knew exactly what we had been doing on the drive back. He gave me a knowing look before bidding us goodnight. Mycroft again took my arm in his and we moved through the hotel reception area to the lifts. We were alone in the lift, but when I turned towards him, Mycroft shook his head and nodded towards the security camera. I nodded and waited for the doors to open.

It was hard not to lean in or touch him as he opened the suite door. I wanted him so much the wait was killing me. As the door thudded shut, I found myself spun around and my chest pressed against it. Mycroft's hips ground into me once before he began to unbutton my dress, his tongue laving at my nape at the same time. I heard him swear and I knew he was cursing those buttons, those very same ones he had decided he wanted on my dress. It sounded so out of place coming from his posh lips, I couldn't help but let out a laugh that turned into a moan as he nipped the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.

He pushed the sleeves off my arms and let the dress slide down my body. Mycroft may be tall and trim, but he was strong. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bed. Setting me on my feet, he grabbed the bottom edge of my slip and yanked it up and over my head. So, there we were with me in nothing but my lacy underwear and shoes, and he was fully dressed. That was going to change. I kicked off my shoes and pulled him near. "You have to take your clothes off, My."

He raised a brow at my shortening of his name. If he disliked it, he didn't comment. He instead tossed his bow tie to the floor and began undoing his own buttons.

I slid to the middle of the bed, watching him toss his clothes aside like a randy teenager, not the graceful, cultured man I was familiar with. I giggled and he shot me a hungry look ashis trousers pooled at his feet. "Do you have condoms or do I need to get the ones Tim and Anthea gave me?"

"My staff gave you condoms? Whatever for?" he stammered uncharacteristically.

I giggled again. Mycroft Holmes was standing at the foot of the bed, clad only in silk boxers, sporting a quite prominent erection and asking why we needed condoms. "To use. For this," I gestured between the two of us.

He gave me a look I saw him give Sherlock once. The look that said he thought I was being unreasonably obtuse. "We don't need them. I am clean and you are likewise."

I raised up on my knees and glared at him, "Mycroft Holmes, have you been hacking into my medical file?" That only earned me a roll of his eyes. "Privacy, Mycroft. We have to talk about privacy."

He gave me an annoyed look as he crawled onto the bed and reached for me. "Yes, later."

I playfully evaded his grasping fingers. "So, do you have condoms or not?"

"I told you, I am disease free, as are you. We do not need them." He crawled forward pinning me against the headboard and crushing his lips against mine. His long fingers cradled my head and began pulling the comb and pins out of my hair, allowing it to fall around my shoulders. He released my lips and placed the items on the bedside table.

"What about the condoms, Mycroft?" I whispered into his ear, relishing the feel of skin on skin as we wrapped our arms around each other.

"Serena, I told you, we don't need them." His hands made quick work of my bra clasp and he flung the offending garment to the side.

I put my hand in the middle of his pale chest and pushed him back, ignoring his groan of frustration. "The only thing I am afraid of catching from you is pregnancy, My. I haven't had a sexual partner since Neville, therefore, I haven't felt the need for contraception. So, unless you are willing to risk it, we need condoms."

He took an inordinately long time mulling over his answer. Finally, he leapt off the bed, his fingers circling my wrist and tugging me behind him as he rushed to my room. "I assume they are in here. Get them," he commanded impatiently.

This was a side of Mycroft I could get used to, hungry, wanting, and quite impatient. I kept my movements deliberately slow, pulling the condoms out of the dresser drawer where I had placed them earlier. This was worth delaying my own pleasure, watching him watch me like a wolf hunting prey. I must have taken it just a step too far because he grabbed me around the waist and threw me on the bed, covering my body with his. He kissed his way down my chest, stopping to show sweet affection to both nipples before continuing on. He hooked his fingers in the top of my knickers and swept them down and off. "Mmm, shaved. My favourite." I couldn't help but giggle at his confession.

I giggled again as he placed a kiss just above my cleft, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there. His head popped up and he stared at me, puzzled, "Is something funny? I have never felt the need to laugh during sex before."

I outright laughed this time, "Then you have been doing it all wrong, My." I decided I liked calling him 'My'. 'My' as in my friend and my lover.

He tried to suppress a grin when he said, "I doubt that. I have never had anyone complain before."

I tugged at his hand, wanting him to climb back up to me. "It's all about intimacy. Someone you feel so comfortable with to let yourself be totally open in your most secret moments. Oh, God….." His fingers were magic as they parted my folds and slipped inside, causing me to arch involuntarily.

I felt his body shake with his own genuine laugh as he slid upwards to kiss me, yet keeping his fingers in place, gently sliding in and out. "Like this?"

"Yes, just like that!" I moaned, arching again, overwhelmed with the sensation. "Now, Mycroft. Now. Get your clothes off and get the damn condom on!" I didn't think I was going to be able to last much longer.

The air felt cool against my skin when he pulled away to slip out of his boxers, I watched with rapt interest as he ripped open the foil and rolled the condom on. I gasped, thinking this might be uncomfortable, considering it had been four years since I had sex last.

Mycroft sat on the edge of the bed and looked over his shoulder at me. "Come here, Serena. I want us to be able to see each other."

A warm feeling rushed through me. I placed a kiss upon his lips before I straddled his lap, taking him in hand and guiding him to my entrance. I slowly sank down until he was fully inside of me. His fingers wrapped around my hips in a possessive grasp and my I began to move, moaning in delight at the sensation of being filled once again.