Food
"Myc, what's going on?" Greg asks softly, walking into the candlelit room having just finished a twelve hour shift at the Yard.
"It's our five year anniversary, Gregory." Mycroft smiles, walking into view with a glass of red wine for the older man.
"No, we've been together seven years, Mikey." Greg smiles softly, accepting the offered glass of wine.
"I mean, it's five years today that we signed the adoption papers." Mycroft clarifies with a sweet smile, sipping his own wine.
"Oh yeah, it's the twenty-fifth today, isn't it?" Greg asks with a smile, recalling the date he wrote on all the paperwork at the Yard.
"Indeed it is."
"So, where are the little angels then?"
"Staying at their Uncles' for the night. I did assume you'd be home earlier." Mycroft replies, quirking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Had a ton of paperwork to go through." Greg apologises sheepishly, looking down into his glass.
"I understand, my dear. We both have very demanding jobs." Mycroft smiles gently, kissing his partner softly.
"So, I'm guessing I'm getting told off because you had something planned?"
"I do, actually. I deduced quite early that you would be later than usual so I delayed the cooking. But, it should be done now." The younger man smiles, heading back to the kitchen.
Greg puts his glass down on the side table and takes off his coat, grabbing the wine again and making his way to the kitchen.
"Oh, Mikey. Wow, it all looks delicious. And it's a good job as ..." Greg smiles in his awe, but is cut of by his stomach growling.
"Hungry, darling?" Mycroft asks sarcastically, grinning at his partner.
"Extremely." Greg smiles, sitting down at the kitchen table and piling his plate with food.
Mycroft looks at his partner's plate with a smirk; there's a number of slices of beef, chicken and turkey, what looks like a pound of veg and lots of roasties and new potatoes, topped with gravy.
"Save me some food, would you, darling." Mycroft says with a smirk.
"Sorry, love." Greg replies apologetically, looking down guiltily at his full plate.
"It's quite alright, my dear. Be sure to save some room for dessert though."
Mycroft sits down across from his partner, filling up his own plate when he suddenly feels Greg's eyes watching him.
He looks up at Greg expectantly, "Yes, dear?"
"I was wondering, could you sit next to me for a change?"
"Of course, my dear." Mycroft smiles, picking up his plate and moving around the table to sit next to his partner.
"Thank you, love." Greg smiles brightly back at his partner.
The older man then goes back to his meal; devouring it as though he hasn't eaten all year.
Mycroft chuckles as he watches his partner shoving the food down his throat before beginning his own meal.
x..x
They eat the rest of the meal in comfortable silence until their plates are clear and Mycroft takes them to the sink.
"So, for dessert, we have double chocolate cake, strawberry cheesecake or strawberries with whipped cream or ice cream. What takes your fancy?"
"Well, apart from the delicious looking chef, I really fancy chocolate cake. Then maybe later we can start on the strawberries and cream." Greg smiles suggestively, causing the younger man to blush.
Greg chuckles at the expense of his partner's embarrassment, picking up a knife and cutting two large pieces of chocolate cake.
"I'll get fat." Mycroft comments sadly, looking down at himself.
"I don't care, Myc. I love you for who you are, sweetheart. Not what you look like. I'll still love you when you're old and grey." Greg replies softly, walking over to his partner and resting his hands on his hips.
"Thank you, Gregory." Mycroft smiles, bringing his hands up to Greg's shoulders.
"Come on, let's get fat together." Greg smiles softly, grabbing Mycroft's hand and pulling him towards the couch.
The older man returns a few minutes later with a tray of two pieces of chocolate cake, a bowl of strawberries, a can of whipped dream and a folk.
"Gregory, there's only one folk."
"I know that, silly. I'm going to feed you. It will be very romantic." Greg grins at his partner.
"Well, in that case," Mycroft makes his way over to their drinks cabinet, pulling out to glasses and a bottle of Glenfiddich.
"Whiskey?"
"Twenty-one year old, vanilla and toffee whiskey." Mycroft corrects, pouring out two glasses for them.
Greg smiles as his partner hands him a glass, "Mm, it's gorgeous. The vanilla and toffee compliment each other perfectly."
"It's my favourite whiskey." Mycroft comments happily.
"Mm, now, open up." Greg orders, holding up the folk with chocolate cake on it.
Mycroft does as he's told and allows Greg to guide the folk to his mouth; opening it and dragging the chocolate piece off the folk with his mouth.
Greg smiles widely and continues to feed his partner until the plate is empty.
Mycroft immediately picks up Greg's plate and the folk, ready to return the favour.
"I knew you'd enjoy this." Greg smiles and accepting the folk full of cake.
"This is quite fun, especially after a long day at the office."
"Mm, I know." Greg mumbles around the piece of cake.
Mycroft smiles at his partner softly at his partner. How had he got so lucky to end up with a man like Gregory Lestrade.
x..x
"Open." Greg smiles, holding a piece of strawberry up to Mycroft's mouth.
Greg's eyes widen as Mycroft pulls the strawberry into his mouth; his tongue touching Greg's finger as he sucks it in with the strawberry.
"Delicious." Mycroft smiles as he sucks the cream of his partner's finger.
"How about we carry this on in the bedroom?" Greg replies softly, his voice suddenly husky.
"Love to." Mycroft smirks suggestively, picking up the two glasses of whiskey and disappearing into the bedroom.
"You've started something now, Lestrade." Greg mutters to himself with a smile, grabbing the strawberries and cream.
"Gregory." Mycroft calls from the bedroom, a slight purr in his tone.
"Coming, darling." Greg grins, walking faster to the bedroom.
"Hello, my dear." Mycroft greets from the bed, noticeably less clothed than before.
"H … hey." Greg stammers, feeling his pants tighten.
"Join me, won't you." Mycroft smirks, throwing the cover back.
"Try and stop me." Greg grins, placing the food down and stripping naked with lightening speed.
He climbs into bed and picks up a strawberry; dipping a little bit into the whiskey before covering it with whipped cream.
"Open up." He smiles at his partner, holding the treat up.
"Mmm. That's really nice." Mycroft grins, swallowing down the strawberry. "Your turn."
Greg hands him a piece of strawberry and the cream; the younger man repeats his partner's experiment and brings it to his lips.
"You're right. That is nice. The mix of sweet and spice is so delicious." Greg grins, swallowing the treat greedily.
"Whiskey, strawberries and whipped cream, well, I've definitely never tried that before." Mycroft grins back, kissing his partner. "There was always something I wanted to try, despite being a sociopathic genius, I still had fantasies like normal teenagers."
"What did you have in mind?" Greg asks, looking intrigued.
"Well," Mycroft smirks, picking up a strawberry and cream, "This." He adds simply, squirting a line of cream down his partner's chest.
He puts the strawberry in his mouth and drags it up the line of cream on Greg's chest; causing the older man to moan loudly. The younger man stops at he reaches his partner's mouth; encouraging him to take a bite.
Greg smiles and opens his mouth, biting the strawberry in half and kissing his partner.
"Mm. Delicious." He moans softly, wrapping his arms around the younger man, "We'll have to do this more often."
"I read that experimenting with food is one way to increase sexual arousal." Mycroft smirks, kissing his partner passionately.
"I like the sound of that." Greg smirks back as Mycroft lick the remaining cream of his partner's chest. "Oh, definitely."