Sorry this is so late, guys.

I'm also thinking of editing this chapter a little ... Tell me what you think :)

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December 14th - A Morning

It was about 3 o'clock in the morning. Moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains and the television flickered silently, casting a glow over the sleeping men.

Mycroft woke first when Gregory shifted next to him, being quite a light sleeper. He couldn't move to get up though as Greg was still half draped across him and he hadn't the heart the disturb him.

He ran a hand through Greg's hair and marvelled at how comfortable they had been together. They seemed like they had been together for years but it had only been a few days. He pressed a kiss in to Gregory's hair and watched him sleep.

Greg looked so peaceful when he slept. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed through it, his chest rising and falling, and his hands fisted in Mycroft's shirt. Those creases around his eyes that appeared because of the stress of his job, disappeared. Mycroft left him to sleep. He definitely needed and deserved it.

Mycroft must have nodded off again because when he next opened his eyes, light was streaming into the room instead and Gregory was looking up at him. His arms were folded on Mycroft's chest and his head rested on them.

"Good morning." Gregory greeted, holding back a yawn.

The Government looked down at Greg and smiled. "Good morning."

Lestrade noticed his hair was stuck up a little where they had slept. He reached up and ran his fingers through it, making it stick up even more and he let out a breath that would have been a giggle if he didn't yawn again.

Mycroft noticed that Greg was still tired but he needed to move. The couch had become uncomfortable and he realised the crick in his neck.

"We should move, Gregory." Mycroft started as he began to stand, pulling Gregory easily with him. "We could always move to somewhere more comfortable." He suggested, making sure Greg knew he meant sleep.

Greg took his hand and squeezed to show he understood and agreed. "That would be most welcome." He answered, imitating Mycroft and earning him a jab in the ribs.

Mycroft pulled him along and they shuffled to the bedroom. Greg pulled off his shirt and Mycroft removed his waistcoat before they both climbed into Mycroft's big bed. There was nothing sexual about it, neither even thought about it.

Anyone may have thought they may have moving fast, sharing a bed, even if they weren't doing anything but they had known each other for years and it just felt like the most natural thing to do now they knew each other's feelings. It just felt right.

They crawled under the duvet and pulled close to each other, wrapping their arms around the other. Mycroft resting his head on Gregory's shoulder and drew patterns on the other man's chest.

He hummed and kissed the place where neck met shoulder and settled down.

Both fell asleep once more in the early morning light.