A/N: Just a short Mystrade fluff. This is my first fic on this site so I'm sorry if It's bad. Hope you enjoy it!

Greg Lestrade stretched his sore arms above his head, sighing. It had been a long day of doing nothing at Scotland Yard, and he was tired of sitting on his desk all day filing paperwork. Nothing worth attending to in-person had happened, and so he sat at his desk all day.

He looking down at his phone, noticing 3 new texts, all of them from Mycroft Holmes.

3 pm.

Long day at work, Gregory? -M

3:40 pm.

I'll send a car for you if you wish. -M

5 pm

I'll order take-away if you wish. -M

Lestrade grinned. Mycroft was getting impatient, although he would never admit it if asked about it. He replied to Mycroft with 4 simple words.

5:30 pm

Ok. I love you.

Mycroft would know what he meant. Soon, a familiar car pulled up outside the Yard, and Greg got in. He thought about what the estate would be like when he returned. Yes, Greg lived with Mycroft in his large, extravagant estate. Mycroft will have layed the table, no doubt, and will possibly have the food already. His umbrella will be against his armchair or in his hand, probably the former, while Mycroft read a book, and there will be a fire going. Not for heat, it was warm enough without it, but for the comfort of the crackling fire as he read.

Soon, he stepped out of the car and into Mycroft's embrace. Mycroft may be cold and seemingly unfeeling, but towards Greg, he was warm, kind, and loving. They walked hand-in-hand to the sitting room, as the food had not arrived. They sat on the couch, side-by-side, Greg's arm wrapped around Mycroft's shoulder, as they flicked through channels on the telly.

Greg practically jumped out of his skin as the doorbell rang to signify that their food arrived. He playfully shoved a chuckling Mycroft and went to grab the food. Soon, they had eaten, showered, and were prepared to go to bed. As Greg settled in next to him, Mycroft gave him a sleepy kiss on the cheek,