A/N: Finally a prompt! Great thanks to Trakrat for it:)
Prompt: housework
Housework
Living with another person could be amazing: waking up to your lover's face, having dinner and watching TV together – all those small lovely things. Mycroft had some time to himself when Gregory was away on a case but he also had those cherished moments when he could welcome his lover home.
And then there were times when living together was horrible. Mycroft hated housework; he never cooked, preferring to go out, he rarely cleaned, partly because he usually put things on their rightful places when he did not need them anymore, partly because having been growing up in a wealthy family he had a maid for that.
Gregory had a habit of throwing his clothes all over the place. He would enter the flat, call out to Mycroft and take his jacket off. By the time Mycroft would meet him in the corridor his jacket would be already thrown to the floor. Mycroft would frown, a reprimand on the tip of his tongue, but he'd be cunningly distracted with a kiss. Gentle but with longing of a whole day spent apart and the passion simmering just under the surface, ready to ignite a fire.
Gregory's tie would be the next one off, a stripe of red on the cream carpet. But there were times when Mycroft could just let it be.
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