Surprise! I'm back! Did you miss me? It's been a year! A couple of days ago, I received some reviews on this story that reminded me of why I love writing fanfiction. I will be updating really slowly, so we'll see how it goes. Cheers!

The next morning, awkward didn't begin to cover what they were feeling. Greg woke up first, and as the memories came back to him he blushed a furious scarlet. They had been incredibly drunk. At least, he had. A headache roared behind his eyes and the horns from cars outside felt way too loud.

He was wrapped around Mycroft Holmes. They were spooning. Mycroft smelled of alcohol and expensive cologne and cigar smoke, even though he knew for a fact Mycroft didn't smoke.

He wasn't sure what to do. Last night had been a wonderful, stress relieving, drunken mistake, but he really liked Mycroft. He really wanted this relationship to work. It was hardly his fault that everything about the man was incredibly arousing!

"Mmgdmmhs…" Mycroft mumbled as he blinked his eyes open slowly. Strong arms were wrapped around his torso, and he could feel breathing against his neck. He could remember last night, the car ride, the kissing, the couch… his eyes snapped open as his brain reminded him in clear detail exactly what happened afterwards.

He was lying in bed with the gorgeous DI Lestrade, and he had no idea what to do.

His first instinct was to leave, but he could feel Gregory moving behind him and realized he was awake. This was hardly a situation Mycroft was used to, and his heart started beating violently against his rib cage.

Greg decided there was only one good way to play this. "Good morning, Mycroft. Breakfast?"

"… That sounds lovely." Mycroft was immensely relieved that Gregory had taken the lead. They still had to talk, but at least it felt less awkward. Both men were whispering, their hangovers coming on strong.

Greg slipped out of bed first, and quickly found some clean underwear and trousers. The clock said 9:12 AM. At least he didn't have work today.

Mycroft felt a strange empty feeling when Gregory left the bed. He pushed it out of his mind.

When he got up a few minutes later, letting Gregory have his space, he found a robe set out for him on the bed. He put on his clothes from yesterday instead and headed out of the room. Thankfully Gregory's flat wasn't very large, so he found the kitchen easily.

"I made us eggs and bacon, I hope you don't mind. I didn't have much else," said Greg. He had been able to keep his nerves down and focus on not burning the kitchen up until then, but when Mycroft arrived it became a lot harder.

"Thank you. Gregory… we need to talk." He sat down at the kitchen table where breakfast had been so elegantly served, and Greg followed.

"Before you start- I just want to say, I had a great time last night. I know things moved a bit quickly and I didn't intend it to be like that, but I had a lot of fun and the dinner was wonderful and I really enjoyed it." Greg spoke quickly to get everything in. He wanted Mycroft to know he didn't regret anything that happened.

Mycroft was really relieved at that. He had been worried Gregory would regret what happened and want to stop this… whatever this was.

"I'm glad. I quite enjoyed myself as well. I hope this doesn't make things, awkward between us. I would like to continue seeing you, if that's all right with you." For once, Mycroft didn't sound as nervous as he felt.

"Of course I'd like that."

"Good." They ate the rest of breakfast in silence. At the end Mycroft said he had to leave, and Greg walked him out. At the door Greg surprised himself by leaning in and kissing Mycroft on the lips.

"I really did have a great time last night," he said with a wink.

Mycroft blushed. "As did I, Detective Inspector. Have a nice day." And with that, Mycroft turned and walked away, a smile plastered on his face from the minute he turned around.

They didn't speak for a week, and Greg began to worry. He thought maybe Mycroft had lied and hadn't liked the sex, or had regretted starting anything. He was just at the end of his rope when his phone went off. It was a text from none other than Mycroft himself.

-Gregory, I'm sorry I couldn't communicate before this. I've been out of the country on an emergency trip to South America. I would have told you, but the nature of this assignment is highly classified. I hope you understand. I would like to see you again, if you are not too angry at me. Tell me what time works for you, please. -MH

Greg smiled and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His face glowed with a mixture of relief and happiness as he typed out his response.

-Im glad ur not gone. Does 8:00 2day work 4 u? The response came quickly.

-Perfect. I will send a car to pick you up. And Gregory? Your spelling is atrocious. I'm glad you're not gone either.

Gregory smiled at that. The relief still fresh in his veins, he got to work furiously filling out paperwork. Hopefully he could get everything done before eight, and then have a nice meal with a gorgeous man with nothing else on his mind.

"You're getting busy, no? What, is the boss pressuring you?" Sally waltzed into his office without knocking. She was always nosy, and it didn't surprise him.

"I am the boss, Sally."

"You're awfully busy, Boss."

"Just tryin' to get some work done," he said without a hint of irritation. Even Anderson couldn't have gotten him down now. She left soon after that, taking some files with her. He wasn't sure if he should tell anyone about his relationship yet. He didn't want to bring it up yet. They had only been on one date, after all. One lovely, steamy, drunken hot sweaty satisfying date.

Just as he exited the building a couple of hours and a lot of paperwork later, a black car pulled up to the street. Mycroft's erie timing never let him down. He had a massive smile as he opened the door to the car and slipped inside.