When Mycroft and Greg finally got back home, they were both exhausted. They went through the house, straight to the bedroom.
"I want a shower before I go to bed," the DI declared tiredly. He felt filthy from his abduction and captivity.
Mycroft was loathe to let him out of his sight. "May I join you?" he asked.
The DI perked up at the suggestion. "That would be good."
Both men stripped, then they made their way to the bathroom. When the water in the shower was just right, they both stepped in. Greg groaned as the water hit his bruised and battered body.
"Let me, Gregory." Mycroft soaped up a flannel and began gently washing the DI. He took his time and ran the cloth over every inch of his body. Things progressed quickly from there and their shower became more than utilitarian.
It took them some time to recover from their activities, but eventually they made their way out if the shower. Mycroft helped Greg out on pyjamas, then he dressed for bed himself. Together, they climbed into bed, exhausted by the day's activities.
Greg's ribs pained him as he lay there. They probably shouldn't have indulged in their shower antics, but it had been an affirming act. He turned his head when Mycroft cleared his throat.
"I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you," the government official said.
"The feeling is mutual. I could just as easily have lost you. I almost did once before."
Mycroft swallowed hard. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Greg cupped his lover's cheek. "It's fine now. I have you back. You're where you're supposed to be. Everything has ended up the way it was supposed to. Look at you. What you did today was incredible. No one can say you're not back to yourself. I'm so proud of you."
Mycroft blushed. He kissed Greg. "Thank you. It's been a long road. I'm glad I had you with me." He wrapped himself around the DI, placing his head on his shoulder. "It just goes to show we can accomplish anything, so long as we're together."