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It started with a phone call.
That was how the two lovers woke, Mycroft's phone ringing loudly. He sighed and picked it up, answering as he moved slowly to stand and get dressed. Greg groaned and looked at the clock.
It read 1:21 AM.
He swore and sat up.
"Mycroft, get off the fucking phone and get back in the damn bed. Nothing is so important that precludes your rest, especially at 1 fucking 20."
Mycroft froze at these words, the voice on the other end still murmuring on, forgotten.
"What?" he asked, slowly turning. Greg flinched at the frost and realized he might have made a small error. Still, he forged on, determined to win the war.
"Seriously, couldn't it wait for three more hours, at least? You need to sleep, I can tell." AS he spoke, Lestrade got up and walked to the government official, wrapping his arms around him. "Or if you don't want to sleep, we can do something else," he whispered suggestively.
"Anthea, hold on a minute, please. There's something I need to discuss with someone quickly. I will call you back." Mycroft spoke harshly into the phone. There was a pause as his assistant dissected the statements, then she laughed.
"Yes, sir, enjoy your talk with Detective Inspector Lestrade." Still laughing, she hung up, leaving Greg at the other end staring at the device.
"How… How did she know?"
Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "If you don't know by now, I won't tell you. Now come on, Gregory dear, I believe you promised me a little something else. " Now those eyebrows were waggling, think with sexual innuendo. Oh no, Greg smirked as he thought, I'm the one running the show.
"And here I thought it would be nice to get back to sleep." He faked a yawn and slid back in bed, pulling the duvet over him, back turned to Mycroft. He didn't have to see it to know that the man's jaw was on the floor.
"I, I thought you wanted…"Mycroft trailed off, still not comfortable with saying… that.
"What, sex, fucking, making love?" Gregory spoke as he turned over, letting the other see the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Oh, darling, I do want, very much," he growled in a gravelly voice, "but I do like my sleep. And I have an early shift tomorrow. Or today, rather. So good night, love."
He pretended to drift off, half listening for Mycroft to move. Eventually he did, walking stiffly across the wood floor before slipping into bed himself. Greg felt arms wrap around his waist, a cheek pressed to his back.
"Gregory, I shall never stop loving you." And with that, Mycroft traveled back into lala land.
Greg stayed there, frozen at Mycroft's words, until sleep claimed him too.
I know, I know, short chapter. REALLY short chapter, only about 450 words total. Natural cliffhanger. I couldn't help myself. Plez review!