You, Sherlock and Red-beard were snuggled up on the couch of the small living room, with some ice cream floats and some sweets while watching one of Jill's favourite romantic comedies 'Seven brides for seven brothers'.

You had just got to the part of the movie when the girls were singing about getting married in June and being a bride all their lives, when the door opened to reveal Mycroft with a bag of takeout.

"I thought you two would still be awake." Mycroft said, holding up the bag.

You smiled at the smell coming from the bag as you stretched your stiff joints.

"What time is it?" You asked around a yawn.

"Nearly two." Sherlock said as he pulled you against him and started stroking your hair.

You let out a gasp, that then midway turned into another yawn. Sherlock and Mycroft laughed as you gave a small, sleepy smile, snuggling deeper into Sherlocks side.

Mycroft quickly dished out the chippy he had picked up on his way back from work and gave Red-Beard one of those dark red, bone-shaped treats. The smell of salted chips and batter hung densely in the air, but you didn't mind.

It wasn't until you had almost finished your food that you noticed that Mycroft was wearing a sharp, black, expensive-looking suit with a light blue tie.

"Mycroft?"

"Yes (your name)?"

"I was just wondering what you did for a living?" You asked tentatively.

You still didn't know Mycroft that well and you weren't sure whether he wouldn't like being asked about work or not.

"I-um, well" Mycroft began, a crease forming between his brows.

"It's alright, you don't have to tell me. I shouldn't have asked." You backtracked quickly, worried you had crossed over some invisible boundary.

"No. It's fine." Mycroft quickly reassured you, "I don't mind, it's just that I don't really know what to call what I do." He explained, with a warm smile.

"Oh." You said quietly, while your cheeks started to turn pink.

Sherlock chuckled at your embarrassment, which you responded to by elbowing him in the stomach.

"I suppose you could say I'm a member of the British government." Mycroft said around a laugh.

"Like a politician?" You asked, intrigued.

"No, more like the person who runs the British government." Sherlock chipped in with a snigger.

"Not yet little brother," Mycroft corrected. "But hopefully one day."

"Wow." You said, letting it sink in.

"It's hardly as impressive as it sounds." Mycroft said dismissively.

Sherlock snorted and threw a pillow at his older brothers head. It's struck true, making Mycroft spill some of his food onto his lap as the pillow forced his head to snap back. There was a moment of complete silence as Mycroft looked down at his expensive suit trousers, with a mix of horror and despair on his face, then you and Sherlock burst into laughter. You tried to fight it, not wanting to offend Mycroft, but you couldn't stop yourself: his facial expression was just too hilarious.

"Right" Mycroft said with a scowl, but there was a playful gleam in his eyes, "I believe that it's time I took my leave from you uncivilized beasts." Mycroft smirked as he stood up.

Sherlock chuckled, wiping away tears that weren't there,

"Okay. Okay, you big baby" Sherlock sniggered, watching Mycroft pick up the long black umbrella you and Jill had got him for Christmas, "It's not even raining! Why are you carrying that thing around?"

Mycroft turned to look at Sherlock, an emotion you couldn't place shone in his eyes,

"Ah you forget dear brother, we live in Britain. It never hurts to be too prepared. Come on boy." And with that Mycroft left, Red-Beard following right behind him with a wagging tail .

Sherlock let out a snort,

"More like its because Jill got you it."

You lay there with Sherlock wondering, not for the first time, what Jill and Mycroft were to each other.

- (okay if you wanted smutt keep reading! If you didn't then just keep going until I tell you it's safe to start reading again)

You and Sherlock finished your food before calling it a night. You both headed into your room so you could get changed, and Sherlock could get a extra pillow and cover for himself, since he was sleeping on the couch tonight.

You grabbed a pair of your nicer looking pyjamas and, deciding a shower was in order, your toiletry bag and headed off to the bathroom while Sherlock got himself comfortable on the couch.

The warm water felt good as it cascaded over your bare skin. You tried not to think about the fact that Sherlock was less that 10 feet away from you as you washed, but you couldn't help suddenly feeling very bare and exposed, even though there was a locked door between Sherlock and your, very naked, form.

You tried to concentrate on something, anything, else. The smell of your favorite shampoo, the heat from the water hitting off your back, but nothing seemed to work.

You focused on the feel of your hands as they massaged the shampoo into your hair in a rhythmic fashion. It worked for approximately six seconds, then your mind started to imagine that the hand were Sherlocks.

You shook your head, attempting to shake off the thought but your body seemed to like the idea of Sherlocks hands on you, maybe a little too much. You rinsed off the remaining shampoo, and applied the conditioner at record speed.

As you let the conditioner sink in you rubbed generous amount of shower gel onto your skin, the gel smelt wonderful and tingled as you worked it into your skin. At this point that your mind conjured up another image of Sherlock's hands, this time they were running along your skin, massaging and rubbing. You felt like all the heat in your body had moved to settle in your lower abdomen, leaving the rest of your body craving body heat, Sherlocks body heat in particular.

You were horrified at your body's desires. It wasn't like you had known Sherlock all that long, less than a year, and you had been dating for even less time. Sex wasn't even supposed to be on the table yet, let alone you daydreaming about it in the shower of all places.

You let out a sigh and turned the shower off.

After you had towel dried yourself off and your damn hair was tied up in a messy do, you started to put on your pajamas. You were half way through the task when you encountered a conundrum: bra or no bra.

The bra was too uncomfortable to wear to bed so normal you wouldn't even think about putting it back on, but Sherlock was in the living room and you had to cut through there to get to your bedroom. So did you just leave it off and hope Sherlock didn't notice or did you put it on and then take it back off when you where back in the safety of your room? But then if you did that Sherlock could walk in when you were taking it off again.

You knew you where being slightly ridiculous but you couldn't help it: okay maybe a bit more that 'slightly' ridiculous.

You decided it was best to leave it off and just make sure that you got to your room as soon as possible.

You threw your dirty clothes into the hamper and packed up your toiletries before unlocking the door. You pecked out into the living room but couldn't see Sherlock. Opening the door fully you quickly hurried towards your room.

"Hey."

You jumped at the voice, before turning lightly to the right to see Sherlock laying down on the couch.

He was covered mostly by a hideous patchwork blanket, that was mostly a sickly colour of green and a bitter lemon yellow. The top part of his body wasn't covered by the quilt, in fact it wasn't covered by anything. His chest was bare, showing off the pale smooth skin. With nothing to cover his form you realized that he wasn't nearly as lean and slender as you had originally thought. He was still slim but the muscles around his chest and arms were well defined. You allowed your gaze to travel down his well toned chest and abs before they came to rest on a small patch of dark hair that was just visible from underneath the cover.

When you realized that you had most likely been staring longer that was strictly polite, you snapped your gaze back to Sherlocks face. Only to find that your eyes weren't the only ones that had wandered off. Sherlock gaze was focused on you, but not on your face. No, he was looking at your chest. Shit! You had forgot!

You crossed your arms over your chest and hunched your shoulders, embarrassed as hell. Sherlock's eyes came back up to lock with yours, a cocky smile on his lips. His smile grew wider when he noticed your blush and winked.

You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes before shooting him a small smile. You started heading back towards your bedroom, but then Sherlock said,

"Hey," you turned back to look at him, he had proper himself up on one elbow and was looking at you intently, "don't I get a goodnight kiss?"

You let out another sigh as Sherlock raised his brows suggestively, but like the good girlfriend you are you decided that there really was no harm in a kiss goodnight. You also might have wanted a kiss from Sherlock just as badly, not that you would ever admit it.

Walking back to the couch you leaned down and gently pressed your lips to Sherlocks in a light peck. Sherlock, however, obviously wanted more than just a light peck as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down onto the couch with him. You let out a gasp and Sherlock took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help moaning into the kiss as Sherlocks tongue explored your mouth, with soft strokes.

Your hands tangled their selfs in Sherlocks thick, silk curls and you tugged on the roots, non too gently. Sherlock let out a growl and moved himself so that he was on top of you, your legs on either side of his.

Sherlock broke the kiss, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but his lips didn't lose contact with your skin as he moved to make a scorching trail of bits, sucks and kisses along your jaw and down your neck. One of your hands let go of Sherlock hair and started to explore the lean, muscles of Sherlock's chest: your nails scraping over velvet smooth skin.

Sherlocks hands did some exploring of their own as they slid under your pajama top and traveled up your stomach and towards your chest. You let out a needy whimper as Sherlock began to massage your left breast. You squirmed, letting out several wanton noises, as Sherlock continued to kneed and rub the soft, supple skin of your sensitive chest.

Sherlock reconnected your mouths in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues, just as his long graceful fingered pinched your hard nipple. The electric feeling of it seemed to shoot a jolt of pure pleasure straight down to the place between your legs.

You wrapped your arms and legs securely around Sherlock, so that there was no space left between your bodies anymore, and deepened the kiss. The feel of Sherlocks weight on you was heavenly and it took you longer that it probably should have to notice the hardness pressed against the inside of your leg. Holy shit! Sherlock was fucking hard.

You were about to go into a full scale panic when Sherlocks mouth suddenly moved away from your lips and clamped around one nipple. You let out a straggled moan as Sherlock sucked and nipped at your breast before moving over and repeating the actions on the other one. In the haze of pleasure you were just able to notice that your top was gone. You tried to think about when it had come off, but you couldn't remember.

After both breasts were sucked and bitten to Sherlock satisfaction he raised his head and locked eyes with you. His lips were swollen, cheeks flushed and a light sheen of sweat was covering his face, but the thing that held your attention was his eyes. The usually multicoloured hues were gone, hidden underneath pupils that were blown wide. The black depths of his eyes seemed to almost be alight, black fire surrounded by a rim of white.

It was then, looking into those smouldering heaps that you realised there was no turning back. You wanted Sherlock and you wanted him now. A bolt of pure lust shot through your vain's as you pulled him down, connecting your lips once more

(*waves hands* okay it's safe you can come back now! *cough* wasn't even that detailed *cough*)

The first thing you registered the next morning was that there was bright sunlight streaming through the window, warming your pillow. The second thing was that you were under a heavy white duvet, but you didn't feel too warm, you just felt comfy.

As you started to really wake up you noticed other things, like the pain. Your whole body was sore but you didn't mind. It was a dull ache with an undercurrent of bliss to it.

You stretched your arms out and that's when you noticed a third arm wrapped around your waist and it defiantly wasn't yours. You turned slightly, still lying down, to see Sherlock sleeping peacefully beside you. Looking at his beautiful face the memory of last night hit you, every kiss, every touch, the feel of skin on skin...

You smiled contentedly and shuffled closer to Sherlocks unconscious form, barely sparing a thought to the fact that you were both naked. Sherlock let out a low hum and pulled you right up against him, winding his arms more securely around you.

You giggled slightly and pressed a light kiss against his nose, Sherlock let out a low chuckle, but he refused to open his eyes. He nuzzled into your neck, fingered lightly brushing against your back, and you gave a happy sigh, starting to run your fingers through his disheveled curls.

"Good morning." You muttered around a yawn.

"Good morning in deed." Sherlock chuckled against your neck, his breath fanning lightly across the skin and making a shiver run down your spine.

You smiled, it was true, this was a good morning and you couldn't see anyway that you and Sherlock's happy after glow could be damped, no matter what the day threw your way.

It was then that you heard the sound of the front door being flung open and a happy cry of, 'I'm home' coming from the living room.

You and Sherlock turned to look at each other, with matching expressions of utter horror, it would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so utterly serious.

Jill was home, and you two had nowhere to hide.

Shit!

AN: Hey guys sorry it took so long, I was on holiday for the last two weeks and I've been so busy with this 'Stop the block writing contest' :/ but here it is WOOHOO! Hope you guys enjoy it and if you's could have a wee look at my 'Stop the block' entries I would be so grateful :)

I wasn't sure how far you wanted me to go with the smutt but if you want the really nitty gritty stuff just ask and I'll make like a separate book to put the highly detailed chapters in... Though they won't be that good seeing as how I 'specialise' in mXm smutt. So I feel really weird at the thought of writing when it comes to hetero sex scenes :L as always tell me what you think ect ect ect ;)