Happy birthday, IBegToDreamAndDiffer! Have a little Mystrade fluff, and I hope you have a wonderful day!
The two men sit together on the same side of a table, heavily laden with empty dishes. Greg's taken Mycroft out to the most lavish dinner his salary can afford. A few weeks' worth of beans on toast back at his own flat are worth the look of happy contentment on his lover's face. So is the uncomfortable itch of the new suit.
"You look ravishing, Greg. You really should wear a waistcoat more often." Greg scowls, causing Mycroft to smile fondly. "Truly though, thank you. You've gone all out."
The smile on Mycroft's face is genuine, almost shy. No traces of the ingratiating smirk that so often crosses his face during the workday. They're relaxing together in contented peace when a waiter discreetly carries in two small plates. There's a solitary lit sparkler on one of them - nothing so garish as pastel candles blatantly announcing Mycroft's advancing age to the public.
As the sparkler burns down, Mycroft eyes the elaborate tiered confection nervously, and Greg can tell he's warring with himself.
"I'm not sure I should, dinner was so decadent and rich already."
Greg frowns slightly, scooping up a small piece and gently holding the fork out towards Mycroft.
"It's your birthday, you deserve to indulge today. Besides, Mycroft, it's made with your favourite chocolate - dark and Belgian."
I'm going to be out of town at a wedding this weekend, with no access to a computer, so there won't be any drabbles for a couple of days, but I'll be back on Monday night, with a new drabble on Tuesday!