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"Mycroft, don't you think it's a bit large? Also, did you look at the rent?" Adele asked, wandering to the main living area of the flat Mycroft had insisted they looked at. It was now the middle of their second year at University and the two had been together a year. Mycroft had decided that it was time to take things seriously, save at school and move in. The flat was lovely. It had 2 bedrooms, a nice living area, and a bathroom, a nice kitchen separated from the living area. There was even a small nook to put in a small table and chairs. Why was it so expensive? Mycroft had insisted that they settle down in one of the best parts of London, well, not one of the best, but one of the safer places, where Adele could easily walk to and from and not worry about being mugged or something.

"I have looked at the price, love. You don't have to worry about a thing." Mycroft said, walking behind her and wrapping his arms around her. "I've told you this. I want you to be safe, I make enough, and there's nothing to worry about."

Adele sighed, leaning her head back against his shoulder. "You mean your parents make enough. I don't feel good freeloading off your parents, Mycroft. I've told you this."

"Excuse me, I'm not freeloading off my parents. I've just gotten that internship, remember? It's a paid internship, and it's paid quite well. Combination of that and maybe some help from mum and father, I've told you, don't worry. Besides, they like you, they'd want the best for you, especially with your parents off in Thailand or China or wherever they were off to." He said, kissing her cheek and letting go of her, to go over to the lease. "So, what do you say?"

Adele just started at him and sighed. "You're very convincing, Mycroft Holmes." She said, following him and leaning up to kiss him.

"I know. I'm Mycroft Holmes." He teased. "Sign it then, yeah?"

Adele took the pen and signed the lease. "I guess that's that. Now, we need to get furniture, a bed, decorations and a lamp." She said.

"Lamp, singular?" Mycroft inquired.

"Oh hush."

Within the next week, the two were moved in. Between the two of them, they had picked out some furniture, a couch and a chair, coffee table, etc. The bedroom had been furnished with the four-poster bed Adele had always wanted, after she casually mentioned it. Pots and pans sat under the counters, it was a lovely little place.

"Mycroft?" Adele muttered as the mattress shifted. "Why are you home so late?"

"Yes, love, it's me. I got held up at the library for a paper. I'm sorry." He said softly. "Go back to sleep."

"I thought you got your paper done?"

"Apparently I misread the requirements." He said, lying down beside her.

Adele rolled over and let her head lay on his chest. "Alright."

"I would have called, but I didn't want to wake you. Goodnight." He said, kissing the top of her head.

"Goodnight, Mycroft. I love you." Adele muttered, falling quickly asleep against a stunned Mycroft Holmes. The two had not said they had loved each other yet, it was a year into the relationship, yes, but they had agreed to say it when the time was right. Maybe the time was right for her.

Mycroft looked down at Adele and sighed into her hair. "Adele, Adele, Adele." He muttered against her hair. "I love you too." It scared him to say such a thing, it really did, but he was willing to say it, he wanted to say it. Adele was his kryptonite and that could or couldn't be seen as a bad thing.

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"Jingle bells, Jingle bells, and jingle all the way. Oh what fun, it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh, hey!" screamed through the radio. Rather loudly, in fact. "Mm, what?" Adele muttered. Her head pounding from the intake of red wine last night. "Why is this happening?" she didn't remember setting her alarm clock. Rolling over, she slammed down the radio and grabbed her phone. It took her a moment to realize the message on there. Her eyes growing slightly wide as she did. The pang of missing him hit her right in the gut. He had texted her. While a small gesture, it was the first contact the two had in years. Unlocking the phone, Adele found Mycroft's number. As soon as he answered the question was "Why did you text me?"

Mycroft on the other line had barely woken up. "What? Who is this?"

"The person you texted last night, ass. Why did you text me?" the voice came again. "We agreed. There would be no contact, no nothing."

Mycroft groaned and sighed. "I thought I'd wish you a Merry Christmas, you Grinch. Always were one."

"I am not. You were." With that, the phone went dead.

"Stupid woman." He muttered. Yet, part of him was a bit happy that they had actually spoken. A small, small sliver. He had be called and ass, which was in fact out of line.

Did Adele care? No, not really. He would have to have a word with her. Looking down at the band on his finger, he simply sighed and stood up. Might as well have that Christmas breakfast John had invited him to.