Chapter 11

Meanwhile Shay was settling both children both at the table to eat breakfast, the dust from the roof still in her hair. She grunted, seeing how she needed a shower after all that, and calmly went back upstairs, seeing Mycroft back in his bedroom. Smiling, Shay gently kissed his cheek. "Thank you, for last night." She said, getting her things together from his room to take a shower.

"Oh, um, yes, please try to ignore Sherlock. I do not know when he will grow up," Mycroft nodded more than necessary as he straightened the bed with a blushing face, "Since we were suddenly woken up I, uh, did you want breakfast in bed? Then again I doubt you would be too tired, if anything more awake because of my brother's idiocy."

The shyness almost made Shay laugh and how nervous he was. "Do you want breakfast in bed then?" She asked. She looked at her hair, seeing there was still debris in it. Poor man. He was so nervous with her that he didn't even know what to say. And frankly, she felt strange getting back in bed just to eat. "Tell you what, I'm going to hop in the shower. Surprise me when I come out with what YOU want to do." She said, guessing that not a lot of people asked what he wanted, leaving him in his room with a touch on his arm, quickly rushing to the bathroom to shower.

Dear god why did she do that. It only quantified exactly what he- Mycroft smacked his head against the headboard as he began to fix the pillows. Good. Ok. Yes. With the room cleaned up to his satisfaction, he texted one of the servants downstairs and had at least one of everything sent up. Sherlock should hopefully be kept busy with the children no longer disturbing them, for once...

Shay stepped out of the shower, drying her hair with a towel as she rushed to her room that was usually shared with Alex, trying to pick out something to wear. Something that did not look too bad but would be comfortable. She looked at the limited clothing she had, mostly cast-offs from old guests of the house, or so Mycroft said, the tags still on some of the clothes.

Some minutes later Shay ended up picking a pair of comfortable jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, leaving her hair to dry around her. Her bare feet padded on the plush carpet as she went back up to Mycroft's room, seeing that he had laid out on a tray any breakfast item one could imagine to be available before 11am. She marveled at it, looking at him. "I'm sorry. It's just- no one's ever served me breakfast in bed before," Shay said, really just marveling that someone would ever do this for her.

"Well it's just I neglected to ask what you liked. I mean, been in my house for awhile though never around to find out, sorry," Mycroft tightened the dressing gown that he draped over and moved to the tray, picking out a plate, "If nothing is here then I um, could call them up for something different," Mycroft continued to blush, Shay was already beautiful, but the hot shower had made her cheeks rosy and adorable. Her hair slightly dripping too, something that would have caused Mycroft to become annoyed, allowing water to drip on the floor, yet for her, an ocean could have swept inside and it would not bother him.

"Please just enjoy yourself," he said after carefully sitting back in bed, balancing his very small portion of food and milk.

Shay picked out her plate of food, more than happy there were eggs. Really nothing was better to her than eggs and toast, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "This is really wonderful, thank you Mycroft," climbing onto the bed next to him to eat, leaning her head against his shoulder as she sipped her coffee. "Thank you, this isn't something that happens to me often." Suddenly a thought struck Shay. "Oh, how rude of me. Did you sleep well?"

"Um..." Mycroft started shakily when Shay leaned on him, "I think, uh, that I slept well for the most part. After last night I was exhausted- we were exhausted... from the talking. And um- Damn Sherlock. It was nice to sleep since I technically have had barely any sleep this week. Maybe it's a Holmes thing, that is, never receiving proper sleep," Mycroft finished as he filled his mouth with a bit of pancake.

"I'm sure it was never a dull moment growing up with Sherlock as a brother." She noted, taking a bite of toast. She considered Mycroft and what he said. "You really need to sleep more. That's not healthy." She mused. "I guess it takes another person to make you sleep. I'm glad I at least made you do that." She noted, sipping her coffee.

"Minor position in the government does take its toll sometimes though," he sighed and set his plate on the nightstand, stretching to crack his bones and started to wriggle his toes. He never told anyone this and he had not realized it until he was older, but when he became nervous, his toes would move. For Mycroft's benefit it was a mere quark that was hidden underneath the shiny expensive shoes he had to lace up daily. Any sign of weakness or uncertainty was hidden away to be replaced with his mask.

"Shay... everything about last night... still true?"

Shay put down the forkful of eggs that she was about to eat, looking over at Mycroft. She glanced at his feet, seeing his feet in general for the first time. And they were quite bonny and active. She smiled, seeing them moving, just another quirk Mycroft had that she never saw before.

"Of course. I meant every single word. You deserve to be loved Mycroft. I will always think that you deserve so much more than you give yourself." She said, reaching over to touch his cheek gently. With that Mycroft somewhat nuzzled into her hand and blushed for feeling a bit foolish, still happy that of all people she was there.

"Thank you Shay, really," lifting her hand Mycroft kissed the top of it and chuckled as he kissed the inside of her wrist, "Sorry I don't know what I am doing."

Shay chuckled at him as well, his lips on his wrist feeling quite nice actually, the touch seeming very loving to her, just very gentle. It was so unlike what she was used to, being roughly handled in the bedroom. With Mycroft she felt like she was something precious, like something that was important enough to handle with care, something she loved.

"It's okay, I don't know either. To be honest I'm not used to being with someone I want to be with either. " She said, letting him take her wrist. She cuddled up closer to him, taking in his body heat with a smile. "We should do breakfast in bed more often. I think I understand what everyone likes so much about it." She noted.

"Ya... or maybe it's because... you're...so delicious?" The moment of silence was awkwardly shared between them, broken when Mycroft smacked himself on the forehead, "Sorry I still do not know what is happening!"

Shay laughed good naturedly at him, "Hahaha, it's funny considering I don't think you've had too many tastes. But I think you are far better" She said, reaching to kiss his cheek.

"Yup, I think I like this better than me." She joked, feeling awkward herself. But she wanted to encourage him to be honest, to feel free to express himself in his own way.

Mycroft still blushed and swallowed, closing his eyes to better focus. Opening them Shay was still there by some miracle, so he pulled her to him, and kissed her cheek. Then he dared to kiss her lips and pulled back running his tongue on his own.

"I might have to disagree with you Shay..." he said quietly and bore his eyes into her, becoming enraptured. Moving his hand along, it cradled the back of head, the wet beginning to dampen the pillow, each strand feeling slick, distinct.

"Yes I do disagree with you."

"Oh, you can do all the disagreeing you want." Shay said, reaching over to kiss him deeply, wrapping her arms around his waist as she kissed him. She knew that she needed to show him that she wanted him, that he was loved by her in some way. She pulled away from him, smiling at him, her hair falling around her face.

"Yup I could argue about who tastes better all day if you want." She said, looking into his eyes, entranced by this man.

Still startled, Mycroft pushed past it and kissed her again, dipping his tongue inside and doting it against hers. Now she pulled to the point where her body was flush against his, another hand running down the side of her body, taking in each curve and dip. Then it started, any intellectual knew the signs and symptoms. First noted was the increased speed of the heart and pulse, quickening blood and oxygen flow. This would further increase body heat and blood rushing up to his head a dizziness formed, maybe a haze.

Was this how it felt back at the hospital? At the time Mycroft was willing to rip the needles from his arm, in fact he did, unable to control and figure out what he was doing. How... how did one person cause all these feelings at once, all these reactions? Was it magical? Logically it made sense though it did not...

Shay however was groping with the feeling of something that she feared in herself for a while. She felt terribly aroused, much like she thought Mycroft must be feeling as well, but she hated it before because the reasons for her arousal were also the people who made her life a living hell.

But with Mycroft this was comfortable, more gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her in the way she had been hurt before. She probed her tongue as well to his, gently exploring as she pulled herself closer to him, his body heat feeling amazing against her. His hands on her body were amazing, taking in everything, making her feel like she was a prized person. She groaned, into the kiss, feeling him brush the small of her back, a very sensitive spot, wanting him to go on, her own arms around his chest, one hand feeling his chest gently.

"T-this...S-sh-shay..." taking note of the patch of skin on her back and was sure to rub the spot, gently pressing in. Each groan rippled through his body, reverberating his insides, and realized how he was becoming addicted, drunk maybe. Another kiss, another small sound to hear from her, their feet tangling into each other at the end of the bed.

"How... how could those monsters ever... so special, so perfect," the Ice Man's last wall broke, cracked as a small moan slipped out of his mouth. Shay let out another small noise when he pressed on that spot, her body arching at his, getting even closer to him.

"Please...I don't want to think about them." She said, touching Mycroft's chest as she kissed his jaw, working down to his neck, gently pressing her lips against his neck. She was content for once, to just lay here, kissing and cuddled up to this man. Not to think about the people who hurt her before. For now she just needed someone to hold her, to kiss her. And she now needed him to touch her, to kiss her, suddenly realizing how much she needed him.

Every kiss made his breath hitch, catching in his throat, paralyzed. Pausing to check on him, Mycroft made his hand draw her mouth to his, slowly turning over so Shay was tucked underneath him. Still slowly he lowered his body on top of hers, almost fearing the slightest point of over pressure might cause her to shatter, careful to treat her like glass. Beautiful, glimmering, and capturing every wave of light. Reaching over the fingers curled around the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to slide his hand under. The fingertips continued to brush all around her stomach and over her chest, small hot patches left over from where he pressed.

Her breath hitched at the feeling of Mycroft's touch on her stomach, especially when he made it to her chest. The room was getting hotter for her, a lot hotter. From the man who was gently laying himself over her to his kiss, to the feeling of his hands over her, she was almost driven wild with arousal. This was amazing, something touching her like this. Mycroft must have brushed against something she really liked, breaking off their kiss to let out a small moan, gasping in pleasure.

"Oh god, you...such...gentle...hands." She breathed out, her hand gently reaching into his dressing gown to touch his chest, reveling in the feeling of his hard chest and the sound of his heart beating.

"But why not you are priceless, never take that for granted," murmuring against the skin above her collar bone, kissing along it. This was so new, someone reaching out to him, asking for him. Copying her, Mycroft shifted his hand over her heart, the world stopped spinning momentarily. Both feeling the same thing, the swirled mixed emotions of wanting and giving. When the world resumed rotating her shirt was lifted high enough to reveal a shoulder, something so simple and overrated but fantastic. Could Mycroft even think anymore? Where were they? A bed at least. Everything else was of no concern, no government, no mansion. No cases, no other human beings in existence. This allowed him to think of nothing but Shay, give her anything she wanted, to protect, she was becoming his only reason to live.

"Anything for you Shay, I can do anything for you because I love you. You have captured me and I don't want you to let go. Never. Is it greedy and selfish? Maybe, but nothing can waver my mind."