Okay, so this is probably the last chapter. You know, I'm actually glad that this one didn't go as fast as Johnlockness. I'll be updating that one at some point. For any followers who are reading this story, I might as well tell you this will probably be the last story until late August. School gets out next week and I've been working on my school computer. There's a shared one at our house, but I'm not writing smut or even fluff where my mom can find it.

Anyhoo, hope you like the final chapter of Mystrade In A Nutshell!

"Gregory Lestrade?" the jeweler called as he exited the back room. The DI jumped and turned, smiling to see his old friend.

"Hey, Darren, how are you doing?" he spoke as he tried to calm his nerves.

The jeweler smiled back and answered, "Oh, I'm better than I deserve. What do you need?"

Leave it to Darren to get straight to the point. He'd always been that way, even back in uni where they'd met. Shaking his head quickly, Greg snapped himself out of his thoughts and hesitantly explained what he wanted. Darren nodded along, seemingly not caring that the ring was for a male. Good, Lestrade thought.

He left the store about an hour later, patting his pocket to make sure the ring was secure. He didn't register the long, black car sitting outside until the door opened and Mycroft hurried out.

"Mycroft?" Gregory had to ask, before getting tackled to the ground by the redhead.

"Gregory! You evaded my security detail! I couldn't find you! What happened?" The government babbled on, holding Lestrade tight against him. Chuckling, the DI detangled himself and stood, offering a hand to the slightly taller man. Once they were both on their feet, Greg simply asked if they could talk in the car. He saw the fear in his lover's eyes, but he nodded anyways.

After they were seated in the back of the vehicle and it was back in traffic, the silver fox merely pulled the redhead close to him and started a snogging session. It was intense, slow, and perfect. Mycroft melted into the DI, making his favorite mewls and whimpers. Suddenly, Mycroft pulled away, panting but fearful.

"What are you doing?"

Greg raised an eyebrow. "Snogging you. Is there a problem?"

Mycroft obviously was trying to figure something out. "Um…"

Lestrade laughed. "Do I have the power of making the British government speechless?"

The government official smacked him in the arm, saying, "I only occupy a minor position in the government. I do not run it, regardless of popular opinion."

Lestrade was still chuckling. "Yes, darling, whatever you say. I definitely believe you."

Mycroft was pouting, then frowned, his mind returning to the original problem. "Weren't you going to break up with me?"

Gregory frowned, telling Mycroft he'd said something wrong.

"What the hell are you saying? Why would you think I was breaking up with you? Love, I never want to leave you, but if it's what you want, I will. Just tell me why."

Mycroft hadn't even heard the last half of whatever Gregory was saying. His brain was stuck on one word, Love.

"Is it true?" he suddenly demanded.

The DI looked startled. "What?"

"Do you really love me? Am I really your love?"

Relaxing, Lestrade nodded. "Of course you are. Is that what was bothering you? Darling, I've loved you since we met. I love everything about you. Would you like a list?"

Mycroft hesitated then nodded, snuggling closer to his DI.

Greg smiled and stroked his love's hair as he talked. "I love this hair. It looks brown inside, but the red is discovered by the sun and glows brightly. I love your eyes, so blue and expressive. I can always tell what you're feeling if I can see your eyes." His other hand reached around and squeezed Mycroft's bicep. "The muscles, here and elsewhere, are such a surprise. You don't look like you would be strong, but I can personally attest that you are indeed very toned and well-muscled." His hand slid away, pulling Mycroft over to sit in his lap. As he continued, he touched each body part he mentioned.

"I love your legs, the way they wrap around my waist when I'm fucking you into the mattress. I love this stomach that tenses when you come and cry out for me. I love this arse. It can take such a pounding, but still welcomes my cock and holds it tight. I love your cock. It is so beautiful and long and hot and perfect, and someday I hope I can feel it deep in me." Mycroft's gasp and groan made Greg grin. "I love your brain, your mind. The way it connects dots that are invisible to us lower beings and comes up with workable solutions to an impossible situation. But most of all, I love this heart, that beats with mine and, I hope, loves me as well."

There was silence for a few minutes as they kissed before Mycroft broke away to breathe into Lestrade's ear, "It does."

Greg smiled, but when the government official moved back in, he placed a finger on the other's lips to stop him.

"I haven't said my favorite part yet." Mycroft looked curious, but nodded, indicating for him to continue.

"My absolute favorite part of you, that I love the most, is your hands." At the surprised look his lover gave him, Greg continued. "And I love it even more with a little addition." He pulled out the ring box and opened it. "So Mycroft Holmes, will you do me a favor and marry me?"

Mycroft had one hand at his throat, his eyes wet. Despite what he and everyone else said, Mycroft did have feelings, but the only one he expressed them to was Gregory. That made everything more special.

Greg was so deep in his thoughts he missed what the redhead had said.

"What, darling?"

"I said yes."

An intense snogging session began, as Lestrade had attacked the other man when he answered. They didn't break apart until the car was stopped in front of Mycroft's house, and only then to get out. Their mouths rejoined as they rushed to get inside, out of the rain that had started. Only when they were inside, did Mycroft push Gregory up against the door and break the connection, a single strand of saliva still linking them.

"I love you, Gregory dear."

Greg smiled. "I love you too, Mycroft darling."

So… I'm pretty sure I cried when this ended. Not because of the feels, but because it's finally ending. It was time. Crap, I feel like I'm talking at a funeral. Loves to Thilbo4Ever, my faithful reader and reviewer and favorite sociopath. And the rest of you readers, who I don't know. Another story may be coming in a few months, but it has to wait till after school starts again.

See you all next story!

~CherokeeWind

EDIT: Does anyone know of a good British beta I could use? And how this whole beta thing works? I need a proofreader and I'm American, which means I have no idea of how to speak/write proper English. PM me or tell me in a review. Thanks!

~CherokeeWind