So I know its been a long time. But I'm finished now, so the rest of the story should be up in the next couple of hours. I'm sorry I've been so useless, but please enjoy and review.
Tuesday, and Molly and Mycroft were hunting for arm chairs at an auction in Camden. Molly had the morning off and Mycroft... well Mycroft was the British government and had Anthea, who was exceptional at juggling meetings and covering for him when foreign dignitaries wanted to know where the hell he was. They were walking arm in arm round the musty smelling auction house with a variety of furniture in it and quite a lot of toot. There were chairs galore at the place, though none seemed to fit them. The old fashioned shiny green chairs that Molly acossiated with old men drinking port in old offices definitely wouldn't work, but neither would the little-old-lady-in-a-cottage-in-the-country chairs that were pastel colours and made out of felt with deep seats that you sunk into. Molly was getting frustrated. She was sure Mycroft had something better to do then go chair shopping with her. He chuckled and squeezed her hand, leaning in for a kiss.
"There is nothing better to do with my time than spend it with you. Even if it is chair shopping."
She giggled and blushed. She gave up trying to ask just how he knew what she was thinking.
They had been walking around for about an hour when they saw it. A leather chair that was slightly beaten up but was so comfy. A few of the springs were gone and the leather was cracking but Molly loved it. It would fit in perfectly with Mycrofts style in the library, slightly rough around the edges. Mycroft smiled again and went to make a bid for it, refusing to tell Molly not only how much he had bid but not letting her at least contribute to it.
"But rest assured," he whispered in her ear as they walked out, "That chair is ours."
Ours. Molly could definitely get used to him referring to them in the plural. She wasn't even sure Mycroft had known he had done it.
Molly smiled up at him, "Come on you, lunch at mine and then I'll let you get back to work."
Mycroft started to protest and said something about taking her out when she put her hands up. "No. You treat me with lovely things now it's time for me to treat you. And the best way I can do that is by cooking." Mycroft's eyes went a little wide at the suggestion of home cooking.
Thank you mum for this idea, and thanks for the ingredient ideas too. Molly thought as she let him hail a cab.
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Lunch was a success. Just the two of them was wonderful, even if it was Molly's pokey flat. She had a feeling he would like steak, and had made some cakes yesterday. She always had cake in the tin, but a fresh batch wouldn't hurt. She loved the fact that Mycroft loved his food, eating loads so she didn't feel self conscious about her portion sizes. It was just as they tucked into pudding that Mycroft's phone beeped, informing him that he had won the chair for his lady. It would be delivered later today along with a rug Molly bought and some cushions. They weren't really Mycroft's style but Molly had a devilish look in her eye that he just couldn't say no to.
"would you like to come over tonight?" he asked through a mouthful of cake.
"I'd love to. I'll bring an over night bag this time."
"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I'll let you stay?"
"You still haven't figured out what the rugs for have you?" she shook her head and went back to her cake.
All too soon it was time for Mycroft to go, simply because Molly had to go to work. She kissed him outside her front door and he walked down the stairs, annoyed that he hadn't discovered the purpose of the rug.