Garden
"Mikey? What are you doing?" Greg asks curiously, watching the younger man battling with a pair of sheers.
"What does it look like, Gregory? I'm trying to trim this bloody bush." Mycroft replies awkwardly, trying to avoid being poked in the eye by stray branches.
"Why? We have a gardener who you pay for. So why are you doing his job?"
"Because … Because I want to." Mycroft whispers, blushing bright red.
"What's this about? You made me breakfast in bed, you insisted I take the day off work, you're taking me out to dinner tonight … Not that I don't love the effort you're putting in but what is going on, Mikey?"
"I just … I'd like to spend the day with you."
"Okay, don't tell me. I know how dramatic you are and I'll leave you to your secrecy. But I want an explanation tonight. Okay?" Greg replies, smiling softly.
"And you shall have one." Mycroft smiles back, looking at the sheers in his hand awkwardly.
"I'll leave you to it." Greg chuckles, going back into their house to finish off his coffee.
x..x
"Okay, Mikey. Now I need an explanation." Greg says softly, as the waiter grins widely and conspiratorially with the older Holmes.
"I … I wanted to do this properly. That's what today's been all about. I was thinking of leaving this until we were at home in the back garden but I guess I got a little, um, excited. And decided that here would be much more romantic." Mycroft whispers, blushing bright red as he digs into his pocket for something.
Greg doesn't understand what Mycroft is doing as he stands up but as the older Holmes stands in front of him before getting down on one knee and holding out the ring to the older man.
"Mmm, Gregory Lestrade, will … will you marry me ..."
"Myc ..." Greg interrupts, already knowing his answer.
"... I know it's only be nine months but it's been the best nine months of my life, Gregory. And I'd like to spend another nine months … no, years and years with you in my life. I've never loved anyone like I love you, Gregory ..."
"Mikey! Yes. Yes, I'll marry you. Of course I will, you daft git. Now stop rambling and kiss me, for God's sake." Greg replies, grinning like an idiot.
Mycroft does as he's told and pulls the older man down for a passionate kiss, just as the whole room erupts with applause; women squealing while husbands try to shush them and children wondering what is going on.
"I love you, Gregory." Mycroft smiles softly, still cupping his partner's cheek.
"I love you too, Myc." Greg smiles back, pecking a kiss on his partner's lips.
Mycroft suddenly remembers the ring and takes it out of the box, placing it on Greg's finger.
The band is simple, just a silver band with a carving on the inside but it's the most beautiful thing Greg has ever seen. He smiles back at his partner, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the restaurant.
"Where are we going, Gregory?" Mycroft asks softly, letting his partner lead the way.
"Home. Obviously. I want to make out in our back garden until we get cold and then I want to curl up with you while we keep warm, and then I want to take you up to our room and do some very illegal things to you, Mycroft Holmes." Greg whispers in Mycroft's ear, his hand roaming down the younger man's chest and to his belt buckle. "Is that alright with you?"
"I … I think that … could be suitable … yes, definitely." Mycroft whispers breathlessly, chewing on his lip.
"Good, then let's go." Greg grins, pulling Mycroft to their car and practically throwing him in.
"I love you, Gregory. And … I'm pretty sure that I've never been this turned on in my whole life." Mycroft whispers, trying not to think about the illegal things Greg has in store for him.
"I love you too, baby. And don't worry, we'll sort that out later." Greg grins again, a sparkle in his eye.