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'No, Gregory, the left hand side.'

'Oh for love of...'

Greg put his mug of coffee down on the other side of Mycroft this time and pulled out the left-hand chair and sat heavily down to his own kitchen table.

'Thank you. I will be sitting to the right of important dignitaries; you stay on my left at all times.'

'Yes, yes.' Greg narrowed his eyes evilly. 'Sir.'

Mycroft rolled his eyes, nevertheless inclining his head to kiss Lestrade softly on the lips. 'This is important, Gregory. Now; If you were to be approached by, say, the Health Secretary, what would you say?'

'Stop mucking around with the NHS and listen to the doctors who bloody well don't want his Health Reforms?' Greg suggested, sipping his coffee.

Mycroft was not impressed. 'No.' He stated. 'Try again.'

Lestrade sighed, closing his eyes. 'I say nothing. I smile like an idiot, pull out a borrowed Blackberry and pretend to take a call.'

'Precisely.'

'What if he talks to me?'

'He won't. He hasn't a need to. I can't imagine we'll meet him; he's too busy with, as you say, his health reforms.'

'Hmm. Poor Andy, not invited to a fancy dinner.' Greg pulled an exaggerated sad face and went back to his coffee and newspaper. It was Monday night, and he'd had a long day. This was the last thing he needed.

'This is all your fault, you know.'

Greg looked at his partner with wide eyes. 'My fault?'

'Of course.' Mycroft smiled, his eyes warm. 'You answered my phone, agreed to this dinner; ergo it's your fault.'

'Humf.' Lestrade glared at Mycroft, before breaking into a smile. 'So, it would be...frowned upon...if I, say, hit the Prime Minister.'

'Trust me, my dear, you wouldn't make it anywhere near David if certain people thought you meant him harm.'

'That's no fun.'

'I assure you, I do not want to have you brought home in a body bag.'

The kitchen had darkened since they'd arrived home in a sleek dark car that had appeared outside Scotland Yard. Mycroft signed his name on one last piece of paper, delicately put it into a manila folder and closed it. Lestrade finished his coffee and put it in the sink, folder up his paper and throwing it on top of the pile. Mycroft bristled, but didn't react.

'So.' Lestrade kissed Mycroft on the lips again, lips travelling up his jaw before ghosting over his neck. Leaning forwards, he breathed into the skin behind Mycroft's ear, feeling the politician shiver. 'Sir...'

'Hmm?'

'Is there anything else you require of me before I tend to your next appointment?'

Greg kissed his neck, deft fingers moving to undo his lovers tie, pulling it off his shoulders, feeling Mycroft reach around his waist, pulling him closer into his body.

'I believe there is something I, ah, require of you.'

'Anything, sir' Lestrade smiled, Mycroft mirroring him and closing his eyes as his policeman kissed under his jaw, sucking gently. He moved his head to catch Greg's lips with his own, pushing forwards, hands moving to Greg's greying hair.

The doorbell pulls them apart.

'Oh for heavens sake' murmured Mycroft into Lestrade's mouth, Greg smiling as he got up to answer the door.

Mycroft made himself somewhat more presentable and pulled his tie back over his neck.

'Hello, Anthea. What's up?'

'Good evening, Detective Inspector. Sir.'

'Anthea, can I help you?'

'Am I to understand that I shall not be attending the Function this weekend?'

'That is correct. They will be expected a male to be attending with me, not a female. I am sorry.'

Anthea sighed. 'I was rather hoping you'd make an allowance.'

'I do promise to take you on the next one.'

Anthea smiled.

'You may have the weekend off, though.'

Greg watched the display like a tennis match and poured himself another cup of coffee.

'Good evening, sir, Detective Inspector.'

Greg nodded as Anthea closed the door behind herself.

'I don't think I'll ever work her out.'

Mycroft smiled, motioning Lestrade forwards with a beckoning finger. 'She's had her eye on another intern for a few months now.' He told his lover, kissing him again.

Greg hummed into the kiss, fingers caressing Mycroft's neck as the politicians hands moved downwards. Lestrade moved to undo Mycroft's shirt button's, tongue slipping into his lover's mouth as he rocked forwards, straddling Mycroft on the chair.

'Shall we continue this in the bedroom, sir?'

'Hmm...marvellous idea.'

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Later that night, wrapped in each other's arms, legs entwined, hands clasped together, Greg rested his head in the crook of Mycroft's neck, humming gently, pressing tiny kisses into the still feverish skin.

'My?'

'Hmm?'

'Love you.'

Mycroft smiled and pressed a kiss to Lestrade's forehead.

'And I you.'

Greg yawned contentedly and moved closer to Mycroft, eyes drifting shut.

'If the Secretary of State was to approach you, what you say again?'

Greg groaned and turned over.

He didn't catch Mycroft's smile.

A short chapter, but the dinner is up next, so please stick with it :D

Again, sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it? :/

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