It was their third interruption in the past two hours. Greg sat alone on the couch; movie paused, sighing as Mycroft paced back and fourth in the next room, on his mobile. Greg sighed, scrubbing his face in irritation. They both had tons invested in their jobs, and had known that long before getting into a relationship, but this was their first night of quality time in over a week, and he was on the bleeding phone.

Greg's leg bounced up and down, until finally, twenty minutes later, Mycroft was walking back into the room. He had a thoughtful look on his face, the mask of the British government thoroughly in place. Greg stood, frowning, and went to go into the kitchen.

"I'm going to bed," he said, voice short, as he carried empty tea mugs in to be rinsed. Mycroft arched an eyebrow and sighed, following.

"Gregory, the movie is still on," he said, crossing his arms and watching his boyfriend from the doorway.

"Forget it. It's a stupid bloody movie and you clearly have a lot of work to do." Great, he was snapping. Now he was getting more irritated with himself than Mycroft.

"Dear lord, Gregory, I had to take the call. You know I would ignore it if I could." Annoyance had settled into Mycroft's voice as well. Greg could feel a row coming on, but he found he couldn't stop himself.

"Yeah, but I haven't seen you in- You know, forget it. I'm going to bed, so you can go run the fucking country." He dropped the mug a little harder than he'd planned and stormed out in the direction of their bedroom.

"Stop being a child, Gregory," Mycroft snapped. Greg froze, halfway up the stairs. Finally, he turned to face the younger man, who was glaring at him in annoyance.

"Seriously?" he yelled. Shaking his head, he stormed up the steps, went into the washroom, and slammed the door shut behind him. Glaring at everything in there, because suddenly everything was offending him, Greg turned the shower on and started to tug off his clothes. He threw them in a pile and leaned on the sink, glancing at himself in a mirror. Absently, he grabbed his toothbrush and started chewing on the bottom of it. Only upon noticing this did he yank it out and slam it down, groaning to himself, and turned to get into the shower.

He was so focused on the hot water beating down on his head that he didn't notice the door to the washroom opening. Tilting his head up, he let the water splash onto his face, eyes shut tight. Then, there were slender arms wrapping around his waist, causing him to jump. Turning, he glanced at the very naked body of his boyfriend, who had apparently snuck in and decided to join him in the shower.

"I'm sorry," Greg sighed, breaking the silence after a moment. Mycroft was resting his chin on his tan shoulder, and turned to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I am as well," Mycroft murmured, brushing his pointed nose along Greg's damp skin. "I do believe we picked a poor time to try and stop smoking together."

Greg couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe it had been a bad idea that they tried to stop smoking at the same time to begin with. They were both going through withdrawals, making their emotions very high. They rarely snapped at each other. It was most definitely the lack of nicotine in both their systems.

"Why did we decide to do this again?" he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. He turned in Mycroft's arms so that they were facing one another, their chests pressed against each other. Greg gazed up at his partner with affection.

"Because it's for our health," came Mycroft's response, repeating the words Greg had said a few weeks ago. Glaring, Greg reached out to smack him with no force.

"Stop mocking me," he sighed. Mycroft shook his head and leaned down to kiss Greg gently. The kiss started slow, and picked up after a moment. They both hummed, gripping at each other's slick skin.

"Let us focus on much more pleasurable things, yes?" Mycroft whispered against Greg's lips. Greg managed to nod, nipping at the younger man's bottom lip gently.

"Sounds good to me, Myc." And they proceeded to have a wonderful shower, followed by an even more wonderful evening in bed.