12. To read
"Gregory dear, where's my newspaper? I'm sure I left it here on the breakfast table when I left to answer to the phone" Mycroft gave a look around but he couldn't see it. Greg shrugged.
"Oh I dunno, but I don't think it's important anyhow My, we are on holiday" Greg answered grinning before he took a deep breath and jumped in the pool splashing water all over, where the most landed on his husband, as if he planned it…
As Mycroft attempted to dry himself as much as he could, his eye caught the now very wet, and close to the pool, newspaper, another plan…he turned to his husband grinning like an idiot when he noticed Mycroft saw the paper.
"Here it is… You know, I didn't have the time to read it yet Gregory."
Greg nodded, his hair spraying water droplets everywhere.
"Good, you shouldn't, as I told you, we are on holiday, England wouldn't fall if you took some days of relax." Greg replied and slowly made his way out of the pool.
Mycroft stared at him as he got out from the pool, his tanned skin, his shaped body, his chocolate eyes in which he loved to melt… Suddenly he came to the realization and it hit him like a tennis ball in his stomach.
"You're right, England won't fall. And if it really happened at least I could say I had to attend at more pressing duties".
(daynaan)