This idea came to me and I had to write it : )
I've never written Mystrade before, but I've read enough to convert me into a Mystrader...
I hope you enjoy this, I'm unsure of the amount of chapters, but hopefully it'll be a good ride. Please review and let me know what you think!
Enjoy!
Onwards...
The flat was cold. Wisps of wind seeped through a crack in the curtains and Greg Lestrade instinctively curled closer into the warmish body next to him.
Under the cream coloured duvet, head resting on the black silk pillows, Mycroft Holmes didn't stir, his dark hair flattened to his head. Lestrade nudged him and the politician wrinkled his nose and pulled the duvet up closer to his chin, causing the policeman to open his eyes blearily and tug it back.
'My...' sighed Lestrade, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand and glaring sleepily at his lover. 'Leggo.'
'Mmm?' hummed Mycroft, not quite awake yet.
'Let go of the blanket.' Lestrade smiled gently and leaned forwards to press a gentle kiss on Mycroft's lips.
'Good morning to you, too.' Smiled Mycroft, wrapping his arms around Lestrade's shoulders and pulling him into his warm embrace. Lestrade sighed happily as he rested his head on Mycroft's shoulder, moving closer, if that was possible. Their legs were entwined together, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
It was a Sunday morning, a day that Lestrade loved. Normally Mycroft would bring paperwork home and he'd have a few hours peace, providing nothing happened at the Yard. Somehow, people seemed to give crime a break on a Sunday, although Lestrade highly doubted they were enjoying a roast dinner with their families. It was a mystery, but one he was happy to leave unsolved.
Mycroft forced himself to open his eyes, blinking away the sleep. He looked properly down at the salt and pepper hair of his lover and smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his head.
'Morning, My.' Lestrade croaked, coughing. Years of smoking had done him absolutely no good, and it seems he was paying for it now. Not in the least with the price of nicotine patches.
They lay like that, in contented blissful silence, for a few moments, the sound of the London traffic filling their senses as they enjoyed each others presence.
'How long have you got today?' Lestrade knew he probably couldn't have all day with Mycroft, as galling as it was. He'd have to settle for a few hours at most.
'As long as you'll have me.' Mycroft replied tartly, smiling as Lestrade's snigger vibrated in his shoulder.
The policeman turned in his arms and Mycroft found himself looking down into Lestrade's eyes. Brown eyes, they were, round, happy. Sherlock often remarked at how they made him look like a lost little boy, but in Mycroft's opinion, they were his best feature. So innocent, unassuming.
'All day' murmured Lestrade, leaning up to capture Mycroft's lips with his own. The politician smiled into the kiss, deepening it with a deep throated moan, Lestrade intertwining their fingers together. Shuffling position, Mycroft cupped the back of Lestrade's neck and pulled him impossibly closer, not breaking the kiss.
Suddenly, a shrill sound echoed in the room.
Lestrade's stomach plummeted. Breaking the kiss, the policeman closed his eyes, hard. Why now? Why did it always have to happen like this?
'I'm so sorry, Gregory.' Mycroft told him softly, gently moving his legs from around Lestrade's, throwing the duvet off himself as he padded across the floor, naked, towards his still ringing phone.
'Holmes.' He answered drily, turning away from Lestrade with a sad look on his face. 'Of course...'
Lestrade sighed and stretched out on the bed, resting his head on his clasped hands under his head. He yawned deeply, closing his eyes again. He may as well go back to sleep, he thought bitterly, as Mycroft continued speaking.
'Thank you, Helena.'
Lestrade didn't open his eyes as Mycroft hung up. He did open his eyes when the bed dipped and Mycroft crawled back under the covers.
'You're not going in?' he asked disbelievingly.
'It's nothing Helena cannot handle.' Mycroft replied tersely.
'Helena?'
'You knew her as Anthea.'
'Oh. Her.' Lestrade smiled. 'Well, that's good.'
'Mmm.' Mycroft eyed him mischievously. 'Where were we?'
Smiling, the two men leaned in together, capturing the others lips in a sweet kiss, bodies connecting, breaths exchanged. Reaching up to pull Mycroft closer, Lestrade smiled into the kiss, Mycroft exploring with his tongue.
Mycroft pushed forwards, leaning heavily towards Lestrade, pushing him onto his back, entwining their fingers, straddling the policeman's hips.
They broke the kiss as Mycroft's phone started ringing again.
'Oh for heavens sake!' Mycroft exclaimed. Even he, every now and then, could get annoyed with that sound.
Lestrade, however had had enough. Pushing Mycroft off him, sending the politician onto his side, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, heading straight for the offending phone.
'George, what on earth-' Mycroft watched open mouthed as Lestrade answered his phone, a determined look in his eyes.
'Mycroft Holmes, his PA speaking.'
Mycroft blinked a few times, just making sure this was real. Who on was Lestrade speaking to?
'Of course...' Lestrade stuck his tongue out at Mycroft, who slowly climbed off the bed. He tried to keep quiet, depending on who Lestrade was talking to. It was very unusual for him not to answer his own phone.
'Three days? I'm sure he could compensate for that, uh huh.'
Mycroft watched as Lestrade strode over to the desk in the corner to write something down.
'Thank you for the call...yes, he'll be there.'
Mycroft knew there was something wrong when Lestrade stilled, his shoulders freezing.
'Of course, if that's required. Thank you.'
The policeman hung up.
'Well?' Mycroft was not an angry man by nature, but he could make a few exceptions.
Lestrade turned to him, wide eyed. He let out a nervous giggle. 'That was the Secretary for the Home Secretary.' He told Mycroft, who stood there with his hands on his hips. 'You've been invited for a three day, long weekend, corporate dinner with several government officials.'
'Right...' Mycroft could tell there was more. 'What else?'
'Hmm?' Lestrade looked slightly shell-shocked at having spoken to someone representing someone so high in the government.
'What else did she say?'
'It's a black tie dinner, with speeches and such. And, My?'
Mycroft looked at him quizzically.
'I've been invited too.'
Oh dear. What will happen at this dinner, especially if they don't know Lestrade and Mycroft are together? Find out in the next chapters!
Oh, re-readers of this chapter will note that I changed Lestrade's name. :/ Ok, so his name is George now, but after having a good think, I don't think I like it :P So now it's Greg, which everyone seems to like, and I think suits him better!
I hope you enjoyed that, much more shenanigans to come, don't worry!
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