A/N: A big thanks to my reviewers for chapter 6 and 7: KL08, Sendai, Johnlocked1895, Miss R. Hood, and Slashify. This chapter was fairly easy to write although there were a few points where I felt like banging my head into a wall. But here we are, chapter 8, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.
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Greg trudged wearily to the squad car once the body had been packed up and the evidence collected and cataloged. He pulled out his keys and something told him to look up. He looked over the roof of the car and past Donovan to see Mycroft leaning against his black car, tapping his ever present umbrella in the ground. A giant grin split across Greg's face.
"Hey boss, you alright?" Donovan asked.
"Yeah. Do you mind taking the car back to the Yard?" Greg said and tossed her the keys. Greg walked around the front of the car and strode determinedly towards Mycroft.
"Sure" Donovan replied a little confused, until she saw where he was headed. She got in the car and drove off, a small smile on her face, happy that her boss had someone, even if it was a Holmes.
"Hungry?" Mycroft asked.
Greg gave Mycroft a soft kiss, not caring who saw them. Mycroft returned the kiss, and opened the door to the car flourishing his other arm in an after you motion to Greg.
"Starving considering we didn't even finish our salads when I was called away" Greg said while climbing into the back of the car. Mycroft slid in after him and closed the door.
"So was Sherly able to shed any light on the case?"
Greg sighed sadly. "No, I hate to say it but I think we're going to have to wait until the killer slips up. But I don't want to talk about work."
"Alright."
Greg grabbed Mycroft's hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb tracing circles across the back of the redhead's hand. He placed a kiss on Mycroft's cheek and laid his head on the taller man's shoulder. Mycroft smiled and placed a kiss on the graying brunette's head, leaning his cheek there while they rode in companionable silence.
When the car stopped Mycroft squeezed Greg's hand and opened the door, stepping out into the cold night air. Greg got out of the car, not surprised they were at his place. He took Mycroft's hand and walked into his flat.
Greg smiled when he saw the table set and the food they ordered at the restaurant sitting there looking and smelling delicious.
"You have got to tell me how you do that."
"I'm sorry but state secret Gregory dear."
"Ah, but I could arrest you for breaking into a detective's home Mycroft darling."
Mycroft smiled and gave Greg a kiss on the cheek.
"You could try."
Greg chuckled, "You can't fault a bloke for trying."
He grabbed Mycroft's hand and walked over to the table, stopping to hold out a chair for the redhead. He pushed in the chair as soon as the other man sat down and went over to sit down in his own seat. Mycroft smiled when Greg dug into his food like he hadn't eaten in days. Mycroft picked at his own food, opting to watch Greg and sip the wine he had brought.
"You know, any other person would think that creepy" Greg said between bites.
"Find what creepy Gregory dear?"
"You staring all the time Mycroft darling."
Mycroft leaned across the table and whispered against Greg's lips, "I can't help it if I find you mesmerizing" and kissed the other man. Suddenly Greg wasn't hungry. He leaned in to the kiss cupping the back of Mycroft's head. Mycroft broke the kiss and sat back down, staring at Greg, his pupils wide with desire.
"Still hungry?"
"Not exactly."
Greg got up and walked over to Mycroft's seat. He pulled the chair out and straddled Mycroft's lap. Greg wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and kissed him slowly. Mycroft opened up to the kiss, enjoying the feel of Greg's unhurried exploration with his tongue.
As much fun as fast and dirty was, as some of their encounters were wont to be, Mycroft secretly enjoyed when they took their time. The gentle touches more personal than getting each other off so one or both of them could get back to work. He had no plans to speed things up anytime soon.
One of Greg's hands creeped up into Mycroft's hair and scratched at his scalp, while Mycroft lightly rubbed Greg's thighs. The slow languid kisses the remedy to the tiring day Greg had. Greg didn't want to stop but his lungs were straining for air. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Mycroft's. Looking into Mycroft's eyes he felt happy. Since Amanda had cheated on him, Greg hadn't thought he could feel this way again. Sure he had gone on a few dates after the divorce, but he hadn't felt that spark with any of those people. Being with Mycroft made him happier than he felt in a long time.
Greg wouldn't call it love. Not yet. After the drama with Amanda, Greg was guarding his heart. He was sure Mycroft would never do that to him, but the jaded cop in him was what kept him from even considering the feeling he felt as love.
Greg leaned in and kissed Mycroft softly. Several moments later Greg felt Mycroft's phone buzzing against his leg.
"Ignore it" Greg said against Mycroft's lips, trying to draw the other man's attention away from the obnoxious piece of technology.
Mycroft pulled his head away from Greg. "You know I can't do that Gregory" he said, pleading with his eyes for the other man to concede.
"I know" Greg said sighing. He slide back on Mycroft's lap and pulled the phone out of the redhead's pocket, handing it over.
Mycroft kissed Greg on the cheek as he took the phone, mouthing a silent thank you as he answered the phone.
"Holmes here."
Greg wasn't ready to break contact with Mycroft, on the off chance he didn't have to leave, so Greg stayed in Mycroft's lap his hands massaging the back of the politician's neck and head. Greg smiled when he saw Mycroft close his eyes and breathe deeply in through his nose, knowing his actions were appreciated.
After a few yes sir's and an I'll take care of it when I get there, Mycroft hung up. He shot off a quick text to his driver and assistant before he opened his eyes to look at Greg. The understanding he saw in Greg's eyes made Mycroft wonder how he got so lucky and sad at the same time. Mycroft opened his mouth to apologize, but was stopped when he felt one of Greg's finger's against his lips.
"It's alright. When duty to Queen and Country calls, you answer. I wouldn't expect any less from the British Government" Greg said softly, his mouth quirking up as he added the last bit. Mycroft smiled at the joke and gave Greg a quick peck on the lips.
Greg sighed, and got up, still smiling. He stretched his arms over his head then held out a hand to Mycroft. Mycroft took it and let Greg pull him up. Hands intertwined, they slowly walked over to the door. Greg opened the door and when Mycroft turned to leave, he pulled the taller man into his arms kissed him passionately.
Mycroft groaned when Greg broke the kiss.
"Maybe we can finish that tomorrow" Greg said suggestively.
"About that…."Mycroft said hesitantly. Greg let out an exasperated sigh. He knew that tone meant Mycroft was going out of the country.
"Do you know how long?"
"As long as it takes."
"Well can I know where you're going, or will you have to kill me if I know?"
Mycroft chuckled and shook his head. "I'll be in Sudan. And before you ask, no I can't tell you why."
Greg pouted, "You don't let me have any fun."
Mycroft laughed some more because Greg's expression was too comical. He pulled Greg close to him and kissed him deeply. Mycroft broke the kiss when his black car pulled up to the curb.
"Something to remember me by Gregory dear" Mycroft gave Greg one last peck on the lips and strolled out to the car whistling and spinning his umbrella that he grabbed as he walked out the door. Mycroft took one last look at Greg before he climbed into the back of the car, chuckling when he saw to older man still standing in the doorway, a bit dazed.
"Something funny sir?" Mycroft's assistant A asked as he shut the door.
"People's reactions, my dear" Mycroft said with a smile. A returned the smile. Her boss was rarely in this good a mood when his help was needed in Sudan. A decided in that moment that her boss' relationship with Lestrade was something she was determined to help.
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