Announcement: In a couple of days I'm leaving and I'll be away for almost two weeks. I'll have an access to the Internet but I'll only be using it from my phone. Which means I'll not be updating. I'll update tomorrow, though I can't promise it would be a prompt drabble.
This 221B is for a prompt given by thelilyandtheros. Also, concerning your other two prompts, I'll definitely write those drabbles (the prompts are actually very interesting!), but I think I'll be working on them after I return. I hope you don't mind waiting.
Prompt: mud
Edited 7/17/2012 because I'm an idiot. I've been writing this story in the evening and I was tired and I missed a huge mistake. Only in the morning I realized that the drabble that I posted was not a 221B. The last word did not end with 'b'. I'm terribly sorry. Yesterday it seemed perfectly fine that the last word ended with 'b', and I didn't even think that it should start with that latter. So today I edited the story so that it now ends with a word starting with 'b'. Once again, I'm very sorry!
It was raining. In the middle of summer. Though Mycroft should not be surprised. Water poured from the above and there was water under his feet, water and mud. How Mycroft hated mud and dirt, straining his clothes in any weather.
Gregory claimed he was fastidious. Mycroft smiled and ignored his comments – Gregory usually liked pointing out his flaws. That's why they never got along, the DI thinking Mycroft to be a snob and Mycroft calling him a slob in return. Sherlock sarcastically commented that they'd make a lovely couple. They laughed at that and averted their eyes.
So it came as a surprise to all of them when on one rainy evening Gregory grabbed Mycroft by the lapels of his coat, dragging closer and kissing him. There was no hesitation in Mycroft's response. Momentarily he wondered where did this passion come from, but all thoughts were swept away from his head as Gregory's strong hands tilted his face gently and the DI deepened the kiss. Mycroft's own hands found purchase on his hips, gripping tightly as his knees grew weak. Rain poured over them and the splashes of mud strained their clothes, but Mycroft didn't notice. All his thoughts were consumed by one wonderful person.
Maybe they do make a lovely couple after all, a snob and a slob. Brilliant.
A/N: I've got a couple reviews from an unregistered reader, a guest, and I have no other way to reply to them. I'm sorry I'm taking the space here, but there are a few things I need to say.
So, a review reply to Catrina Marlow:
First of all, PDA stands for public display of affection. Sorry, I was sure it was pretty well known. Secondary, concerning chapter 14. Yes, Harry from A Scandal In Belgravia is the Royal Equerry. This fics are 221B so I'm not going to waste a word on any explanations and descriptions unless they are absolutely necessary. In that drabble even the name of the character is unimportant; I put Harry there simply because I prefer useing already existing characters to introducing my own OCs. The place is also irrelevant. I'm leaving that up to readers' imagination, since as it had been mentioned for some many times in this series that those are 221B fics. The word limit can be pressing sometimes. Also I have to say that they couldn't be in the Diogenes Club.
I hope you'll see this review reply and that you still enjoyed this 221B drabbles.
