Chapter Title: "I've Got You Under My Skin," I've Got You Under My Skin, Frank Sinatra
Inspired By: Cabin Pressure: What Douglas Feels, IBegToDreamAndDiffer
Pairings: Mycroft/Lestrade
Word Count: 221 (excluding headers and footnotes)
"Ow!" Mycroft tripped over the wooden slat that divided the en-suite bathroom and the bedroom. He frowned, bending over to pick up his foot and peer closely at his toe. There was a fragment of the wood sticking out of his big toe.
He shuffled to the bed, hobbling on his heel to avoid pushing the splinter further under his skin. The politician picked up his foot, laying it across his lap. "Ouch!" Mycroft hissed as he tried to pluck out the splinter with his impeccably manicured fingernails. He gritted his teeth, and tried again. "Ow!"
Gregory Lestrade blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "Hey, what's up?"
"I appear to have a splinter in my foot, Gregory, and I'm trying to remove it." Mycroft briefly smiled at his partner before bending back over his foot. Using his fingers to squeeze the skin on either side of the woodchip, Mycroft attempted to remove it again. "OW!"
"Come here," Greg smiled. He scooted down the bed to sit beside his boyfriend, and peered over the politician's injury.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping my idiot boyfriend with his splinter," Greg said, inspecting Mycroft's skin. "This'd be easier with tweezers." He pinched Mycroft's toe, and ripped the wood out. "Better?"
Mycroft turned his head to kiss his boyfriend. "Much better."
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