25. Start

Greg groaned hearing the beeping somewhere in the back of his head. He wished, oh how much he wished it to be only a part of his dream. He pulled the soft duvet higher in the protective gesture, trying to cover his ears and get away from the annoying sounds. After a moment they went silent and the detective hummed sleepy with approval, his muscles relaxing again.

But after a few minutes, the mobile went off again and this time someone took it and shoved under the blanket. Lestrade whined unhappily when the cold device touched his shoulder and eventually sat up with a wince.

"Yours" muttered the man hid under the other end of the duvet.

"Yeah, I noticed" Greg grunted, taking the phone and reading the text which arrived meanwhile. "I have to go"

If he was expecting any coherent answer, the silver haired man would be disappointed, because everything he'd received was a soft hum of understanding. Greg shrugged it off and carefully stood up from the bed. He was used to it. No matter if they were staying at his flat or at Mycroft's, every time when he was called to come in earlier, Mycroft would stay and make his way out when necessary. Holmes had keys to his lover's flat and Greg had to his, but his habit was different. The cop would never stay, feeling a little out of place every time and preferring to say goodbye properly.

Lestrade took a quick shower and hastily clothed, not even bothering with getting himself something to eat. There was really no time for such a thing, besides, he was quite sure that contaminants of his fridge would do better his boyfriend than him, being in such a hurry in addition.

When Greg was about to leave the room, his wrist had been grabbed. His bedroom wasn't particularly big, so a person could do that not even moving from the bed. Lestrade was surprised though, Mycroft had never did that before. He slowly turned towards the other man, his eyebrows raised.

"Move in."

The cop blinked a few times and laughed nervously. Mycroft had to have a very nice dream and couldn't wake up from it. Or not...? Sheets moved and Holmes managed to slowly sit up tangled in them.

There was a little sheepish smile on Greg's face, before he bent slightly and pressed kiss to his lover's messed hair. "Stay as long as you want. I'm sorry, but I can't make them wait." With these words he tried to leave the room again, but apparently the government's official grip turned out to be surprisingly strong.

"Move in with me." Mycroft repeated, quite coherently for a sleeping person.

Lestrade couldn't do much about it and just stood there for a while, staring dumbly at the man in front of him. Of course, he wanted to spend his life with Mycroft and, of course, he wanted to live with him since it would be like another step in their relationship, another start, but he never saw it coming. And now, at this damn four in the morning he just said it out of the blue. Greg shook his head with a laughter, leaning to kiss his boyfriend once again, this time on the lips. When he pulled back, he was grinning and didn't look like a man who was just forced out of warm bad at some murderous hour anymore. Mycroft finally let go of his arm and now was just staring up at him, waiting for the answer.

"Mmm, we will talk about moving my stuff later, now I really ought to go now." The detective whispered eventually, laying the auburn haired man back to sleep and wrapping the duvet around him. "But call me when you'll have some time."