Chapter Eleven: Day Seventeen
Mycroft woke up in Greg's bed and turned to face him. Greg was still asleep and he smiled softly, just drinking in his appearance. There was nothing he liked more than waking up next to Gregory Lestrade.
He briefly wondered what it would be like living with the DI. Greg had stayed with him for a week and while there had been tough moments due to the withdrawal, it had mostly been wonderful. He decided that when he had better control of his drinking he'd ask Greg to move in with him.
Mycroft still ached for a drink. He'd been working hard and that coupled with missing Greg meant he'd barely thought about it. But just before drifting to sleep (when he actually did sleep) a pang of need would spear through him and he'd daydream about scotch or wine, even vodka; the smoothness of it running down his throat, the cold glass in his hand, the happy buzz that followed copious amounts of alcohol intake.
Mycroft blinked and shook his head. He shouldn't think about alcohol, he was doing well. He didn't need it. He had his job and his health and most importantly he had Gregory. Yawning, Mycroft turned over, pressing himself closer to Greg. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.
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Mycroft's BlackBerry woke Greg from a deep sleep and Mycroft from his light tossing and turning. He pulled himself across Greg and answered with a light, 'Holmes.' Greg trailed his hands down Mycroft's shirt as he said, 'Yes, I'll be ready when Justin gets here. Thank you.'
He hung up and turned to look at Greg.
'Work?'
Mycroft nodded and said, 'I'll be gone a while.'
'How long?'
'Possibly two weeks.'
Greg groaned as Mycroft pulled himself from bed. He started getting dressed, Greg watching him. He turned as he pulled on his waistcoat.
'I'll call when I can.'
'Alright,' Greg said as Mycroft leaned down to kiss him. 'I love you.'
'Love you too,' Mycroft said and smiled as he took his jacket from the end of the bed. 'Stay safe.'
'You too,' Greg said. 'And call if you need anything, alright?'
Mycroft nodded and slipped into his jacket. He kissed Greg again before leaving, his boyfriend falling back and curling into the spot Mycroft had vacated. Greg breathed in his scent and sighed when he heard the front door shut.
