Several days later I got a call from my mother telling me she was sorry. I suspected that she was just repeating what dad had told her to say but it was still nice that she had at least said it. After that, I went to work.

In a way, I felt like I had a knew hop in my step. Nothing had really changed and yet everything had. For once, in my life, nothing seemed to be going wrong. Really, if someone had asked me to just point out one thing it would have to be that Sherlock was being annoying, but that wasn't going to stop anytime soon so there's no point in getting worked up over that anyway.

Sergeant Donovan even commented on it. "You look much happier today sir. Something good happen?"

"Yeah I guess you could say that."

"And how's your relationship with the freak's brother? If you don't mind me asking of course," she added with a raised eyebrow.

"Great, just . . . well that's really the only word that I can think of. Great. And maybe amazing," I know I sounded like a love struck teenager, partially because Donovan was laughing at my answer, but I didn't care. It was true.

Work went pretty smoothly as well. There was one murder but it was probably one of the simplest that I had ever seen. The one who did it, the husband, said that he hadn't meant to but that didn't matter. He still committed man slaughter. Even, though it was a simple job, it still got me out of a good bit of paper work that I had been planning to do if nothing came up.

After I left, I decided that tonight, if Mycroft was home in time, then we both could just eat take away. I got the food at a small Chinese place, I knew what Mycroft liked and even if he didn't show, I could put it in the refrigerator for later.

I made my way to his flat quickly and was happily surprised to see him already there. He was on the phone, probably with some politician, but motioned that he'd only be a few more minutes.

"Sorry about that," said Mycroft with a smile as he came into a kitchen where I was getting the food out. "I see you already got dinner."

"Yeah, I figured we could just stay in for the night."

"That's fine with me."

Instead of sitting on the couch and watching something, this time we simply ate at the table and talked about how everything else was going. Obviously Mycroft couldn't say very much about how work was going since most of it was top secret but he did nag about his brother a good bit which made me laugh.

Afterwards, while I began putting up everything, Mycroft stopped me and motioned for me to follow him. I was curious about what Mycroft could possibly want but I didn't say anything even as I realized we were headed to our bedroom.

When I walked in I gasped. The lights were dimly lit and there were candles set up all over the room. "Mycroft . . . I didn't know you were a romantic," I said because in honest truth that was the only thing I could think of to say.

"I want to do this right," he answered softly as he pulled me into a kiss.

It was soft and gentle but also determined in a way. He pulled me towards the bed and I willingly let him. I let him push me on to the bed and slowly begin to take my clothes off. However, after Mycroft had already taken my shirt off, I stopped him and whispered, "You know I've never been with a man before."

"Nor have I," replied Mycroft simply. "I say just go with the flow."

And with that in mind, he kissed me again. The rest of the clothes soon followed my shirt and fell on to the floor. I was already panting heavily and most of me, my body and mind, were ready for this. Nevertheless, there was a small part of me that worried. What if Mycroft ended up realizing he didn't like me? What if he didn't like it? However, I remembered what he said too. Just go with the flow. Maybe that's what I should do, I think to myself.

So, instead of worrying I followed my instincts. Granted, in most situations like this I was normally on top and not on the receiving end. Still, it really wasn't that much different. At first it hurt but I had been expecting that.

All through it Mycroft kissed me tenderly, slowly, every second making sure I was alright. He let his hand slowly trail down my sides making me shiver and eased in and out of me with every passing second.

It was different from when I was younger, when the whole point of sex was just to do it. There was no attachment or even emotional level really involved. It was also different from what it was like with my ex-wife. Granted she had been cheating on me but still, this was more amazing than any of the other times, not only on a physical, for once, but also an emotional level as well.

I groaned into his mouth as I moved with him and the feeling ecstasy filled me. The movements became slightly swifter and seemingly hungrier in a way but it didn't lose any love. I bit at his lips as I gave one last moan and came.

It surprised me how tired I was but that didn't matter because of the blissful feeling that filled me.

When I woke up, I felt Mycroft wrapped around me, holding me where I lay. "I do have work you know," I muttered sleepily as I tried to move away from him.

"I already took care of it," Mycroft replied as he only let himself wrap tighter around me. I sighed, knowing that Sherlock was sure to bring hell to the Yard if he had to work with any other officer. Nevertheless, they should be able to deal with him, so I stayed right where I was.