Mycroft woke feeling the best he had felt since before the morning he had woke up in hospital with amnesia. He was warm, comfortable and ridiculously happy. He and Greg were tangled pleasantly together, their limbs overlapping where they clung to one another. It felt a bit like heaven might if heaven had actually existed.
Greg's eyes cracked open and he gave his lover a sleepy, but endearing smile. "Good morning, Mycroft." He wasn't in any hurry to move. He felt completely relaxed and it had been too long since he had woke up with the other man in his arms. "Can we stay like this all day?" The DI kissed the tip of Mycroft's nose playfully.
"Alas, my mind is willing, but my bladder is not." The government official extracted himself regretfully from the tangle of limbs and headed towards the bathroom. "Besides, you should be getting ready for work. It's late."
"Nope. It's my day off." Greg stretched luxuriously and thought about the day ahead. He knew it was inappropriate, but he wanted to tell the world what had transpired last night. Well, he at least wanted to tell John and Sherlock.
When Mycroft reappeared, it was the DI's turn to have a go at the loo. On the way to the bathroom, his stomach made a loud rumbling sound that could probably have been heard on Baker Street.
Mycroft laughed and put on his dressing gown. "Get a shower, then I'll have a go. After that, we can cook a full English breakfast. I find I'm rather hungry myself."
Greg paused long enough to place a peck on the government official's cheek, then he looked into his eyes. "You're a wonder, Mycroft Holmes."
The government official blushed furiously, then shoved his... boyfriend towards the bathroom. Greg went willingly enough, laughing the entire way.
Mycroft made his way to the kitchen and put on coffee. As he waited for it to brew, he suddenly found he was angry. He had lost six years of his life. He could live with that. What made him furious, though, was the memories of his time with Greg that had been taken from him: memories about times like last night, holiday getaways, Christmas, and surely numerous times of teasing Sherlock together. It was entirely unfair. He wanted those memories back!
An idea occurred to him. He couldn't recapture those memories, but he still had plenty of leave before he was expected to embark on his re-education program. If Greg could get time off as well...
Mycroft must have become lost in thought, because a clean, freshly dressed DI joined him in the kitchen. "A penny for your thoughts."
"Can you take some time off work, Gregory? Significant time. A couple of weeks, perhaps. I have an idea." Mycroft looked at Greg with a sort of hopeful desperation.
"I have plenty of leave built up, so, yeah, I could probably manage two weeks off, but why?"
"I'd like to revisit some of the places we've been on holiday. You know I've been looking at our photos." Mycroft looked away. "It just doesn't seem right not having memories to go with them." He glanced at Greg, trying to gauge his reaction. "Never mind. The whole thing must seem horribly sentimental to you."
The DI closed the distance between them and hugged Mycroft. "Yep. It does and I love the idea. I'll call my super and arrange it. It won't be a problem." Greg kissed Mycroft, then pulled away. "I'll never get tired of how you let me see your sentimental side when you hide it from almost everyone else. Now go get that shower. You'll feel better for it. Promise."
Mycroft couldn't hide his goofy smile as he headed towards the bathroom. He felt light again, his anger vanquished by Greg's agreement to go on holiday with him. He couldn't wait to make new memories with his boyfriend, memories to help fill the gap. It was just what they needed.