#some fluff as always
What hurts the most
Summary:
Mycroft is injured, Gregory treats his wound …
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #29 « This is going to hurt »
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Rating G - 538 words
“Stay still and let me take care of you,” Greg growled and pushed Mycroft to sit on the edge of the bed.
Mycroft protested, “I’m fine, Greg! It’s just a scratch, stop making such a big deal about it, aouch!”
Greg had just poked at the spot where Mycroft’s shirt was stained with blood and raised an eyebrow at Mycroft’s reaction, “It’s just a scratch, right? Show me.”
Mycroft began to protest and Greg interrupted him, “Right now!”
After a moment’s hesitation, Mycroft began to lift his shirt and couldn’t hold back a wince as the shirt peeled away from the wound.
“Mycroft, you’ve got to be kidding me, this is more than a scratch! Don’t move!”
Greg rushed to the bathroom and returned with a wound care kit.
“What the hell happened? And don’t lie to me, okay?”
While Greg prepared the material to treat the wound, Mycroft told him how a hitman had infiltrated a diplomatic meeting he was attending.
“Let’s just say that I found myself in the path of one of his bullets.
Greg didn’t let Mycroft’s deflective tone faze him and said coldly, "You were lucky, a few inches to the right and you’d probably be dead.” Before applying a disinfectant pad, he continued, “This is going to hurt."
Mycroft could not hold back a gasp of pain as Greg applied the compress. He instinctively grabbed Greg’s forearm, digging his nails into their flesh. Once the brief moment of pain passed, he released Greg’s arm from his grip.
His gaze fell on Greg’s tense face as he continued to tend to his wound.
Without a word, he got up and went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a painkiller that he handed to Mycroft, still without a word.
Once the glass was empty, Mycroft put it on the nightstand and pulled Greg towards him, "Greg? Talk to me.”
Greg muttered something through his teeth that Mycroft didn’t understand.
He pulled him to sit next to him and said softly, “Can you repeat that please.”
Greg looked up at him and said more distinctly, “I almost lost you,” his voice breaking at the end of his sentence.
“I’m sorry,” Mycroft replied.
Greg shook his head, “You can’t help it, we both have professions that put us in danger more than twice. We both live with it, it’s just that sometimes, like today, I’m confronted with what it really means.”
Mycroft nodded and moved back until he was sitting against the headboard and then reached out his arm to Greg.
Greg snuggled up to Mycroft, resting his head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart, as if to feel that he was alive and well, safe and sound with him.
After a moment, Greg whispered, “The most horrible thing I can think of is a life without you, so please don’t force me to live it.”
Mycroft kissed his hair and replied softly, “I’ll do my best.”
He made no promises.
Greg wouldn’t have believed it anyway.
They both knew that given the content of their respective work, anything was possible.
Their only constant, their only certainty, was the strength of their love.
And that was enough.
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Meet the one who makes me happy
Summary:
Getting ready to meet Mycroft’s mother for the first time, Greg is filled with doubts.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #24 “Are you serious?”
Rating G - 687 words
Mycroft and Greg were headed to the Holmes residence.
Having learned that Mycroft had someone in his life, Mycroft’s mother had insisted on a small family reunion, arguing that it was the perfect opportunity to get to know Greg. As they walked, Mycroft noticed Greg’s pace slowing, he looked at him and caught his tense expression.
“Greg?"
Greg continued to walk and answered, still staring ahead.
"Hmm?”
Mycroft asked, concerned, “Are you okay?”
Greg turned his head toward him and replied, “I’m fine.”
“Really?” insisted Mycroft.
“Yes.” Greg replied rather curtly. But Mycroft didn’t take offense - he knew Greg well and knew his tone was hiding something else. Turning his gaze to the house at the end of the road, he said softly, “She doesn’t bite, you know.”
Greg paused and turned to Mycroft as he replied, “I know, well no, actually I don’t, but… She’s your mother and considering the way you and Sherlock treated me at first, I think I’m entitled to be a little nervous right?”
Carefully, Mycroft took Greg’s hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb in a way that was meant to be reassuring.
“Greg, I’m pretty sure you have nothing to worry about.”
Greg gave a small nod and a half-smile, but Mycroft saw that he hadn’t convinced him.
He leaned over to look him straight in the eye and said in a determined voice, “I mean it, you know!”
“I know you mean it, but you can’t speak for her.”
“Are you really that nervous?” asked Mycroft.
Greg turned his head away, doing his best to hide his embarrassment.
“Are you serious? This is the second time in my life I’ve been introduced to the parents of someone I care about and the first time wasn’t exactly stellar.” He preferred not to think about his ex-in-laws.
“I understand, but I really want to ease your mind. I swear I have no doubt that my mother will love you. Besides, in my opinion, she already loves you without knowing you."
Greg chuckled softly, "That doesn’t reassure me. She might as well be disappointed in getting to know me. I might not live up to her expectations.”
Mycroft couldn’t resist taking Greg in his arms and whispered against his hair, “No risk. In his eyes, you are already a saint because you ended his poor son’s long life of loneliness. Thanks to you her son has finally found someone capable of loving him.”
He felt Greg chuckle at him and mutter, “That’s absurd. There’s nothing easier than loving you.”
Mycroft gasped. Count on Greg to make that kind of statement to him out of the blue.
Then Greg stepped back a little and put on a serious expression, “Seriously Mycroft, what if she doesn’t love me?”.
Mycroft refused to consider it and shook his head, “It’s not possible.
"I’m serious,” Greg said abruptly, “If she doesn’t like me, what does that mean for us?”
Mycroft finally understood the real worry behind this, the visceral fear of losing him. He put his hands on Greg’s shoulders and answered firmly, “It won’t change anything for us. I’m not going to stop loving you, even if my mother doesn’t, which is completely unlikely, I insist.”
Mycroft leaned over and gave him a lingering kiss on the forehead, “I love you Greg, and nothing will change that. My mother never tried to change my mind about anything, because she knew I would react the opposite way. But you know, I’m sure she’ll realize something right away when she sees me.”
Greg looked up at Mycroft, puzzled.
“What?”
Mycroft looked at him fondly, “That you simply make me happy.”
Greg said nothing for a long moment, then he took Mycroft’s hand in his and brought it gently to his lips, “It’s mutual.”
“So, are you ready?” asked Mycroft.
Greg looked up at him again and, standing on his tiptoes, kissed him gently on the lips. Then, taking a deep breath, he grabbed Mycroft’s hand and said in a firm tone, “Let’s go.”
He had Mycroft’s love, he had nothing and no one to fear.
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It’s never too late to love 6/8
Chapter Summary :
A warm awakening, a gallery visit, hearts open but the day of separation hovers over their heads.
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Day 5
Visit to the National Gallery
Dinner cruise
Awakened by a ray of sunlight streaming through the shutters, Greg turned in Mycroft’s arms and admired the light playing on his beautiful lover’s features. A feeling of possession came over him even though he knew Mycroft would never be his.
He had sensed a deep sadness in Mycroft the day before but Greg knew he would never tell him what it was.
Greg let himself feel a little melancholy.
He had his soulmate in front of him and knew he couldn’t tell him anything. The worst part was that he could feel their bond growing stronger. Mycroft’s sadness was becoming his own and Greg didn’t know what to do with it.
He whispered, “If you let me in, I’ll take care of you and you’ll never be sad again.”
Suddenly, Greg froze because Mycroft had moved slightly. He hoped that Mycroft hadn’t heard anything. A few seconds later, Greg sighed with relief, Mycroft still looked asleep.
He was so perfect for him. Greg had never felt such harmony with anyone in this way.
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Teasing love
Summary:
Mycroft has discovered something new about Greg and intends to use it… for the right purpose, of course.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #23 “Don’t look at me like that.”
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Rating T - 261 words
Every day discovering new things about his partner.
This was probably one of the things Mycroft enjoyed most about his relationship with Greg.
He had recently discovered that Greg had a slight fixation on his mouth.
Since Mycroft was not a saint, he had stored the information in a corner of his head for later.
Later being tonight as they ate their dessert in the kitchen.
Mycroft was taking great pleasure in ostensibly tasting each spoonful of his creme brulee. Licking each time the spoon much more slowly and longer than necessary while staring at Greg.
Now he could see Greg’s gaze intermittently glide over his lips before quickly looking away.
Of course, Mycroft continued, seeing Greg’s cheeks turn slightly pink, his eyes clouded with desire and his breath quickening as he continued.
He looked into his eyes, innocently licking a small bit of creme brulee that had remained at the corners of his lips and raised a candid eyebrow at Greg, “ Is something wrong Gregory?”
Greg, his voice hoarse with wanting, replied, “Don’t look at me like that. With that deceptively innocent look on your face when you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Mycroft retorted, licking his spoon in a perfectly indecent manner, “And you, if you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything, I’m going to take you right here on this counter.”
Greg’s eyes widened and then slowly took on a mischievous gleam.
He crossed his arms, continued to stare at Mycroft’s lips, but did nothing.
Mycroft kept his word.
Because Mycroft always kept his promises.
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Farewell cold and silence
Summary:
Until Greg, cold and silence were constants in Mycroft’s life… but that was before.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #33 “You’re everything to me.”
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Rating G - 412 words
Cold and silence.
Two things that were no longer part of Mycroft’s life.
Because Greg was warmth and life.
Even after a year of living together, Mycroft still marveled at the changes that Greg’s presence brought to his life.
Warmth.
He pressed himself imperceptibly a little more against Greg, feeling the warmth that emanates from his body, even through his clothes.
Mycroft did not want to get up, their bed was so warm and comfortable.
Because Greg made it so warm and comfortable.
Mycroft can’t help but put his arms around Greg, wanting to feel his warmth even more.
“What’s wrong?” Greg mumbled in a sleepy voice against his hair.
“Nothing darling, go back to sleep,” he replied softly, turning his head to kiss Greg’s shoulder.
Greg turned in Mycroft’s arms to wrap his arms around him in turn and Mycroft felt his smile against his forehead.
Greg’s smile, as warm as his body.
The smile that warmed Mycroft’s coldest and darkest days.
Mycroft couldn’t help but smile back and settled into the embrace. His eyes closed, sleep already coming back and he sighed in contentment.
Happy in the warm embrace of his beloved.
Life.
Mycroft had once enjoyed the silence, or rather he had become accustomed to it by force of circumstance.
An empty and silent apartment.
An empty, silent bed.
Falling asleep and waking up in silence.
Now when Mycroft woke up, he was immediately aware of Greg’s presence next to him, by the little puffs of air next to him, the little noises he made when he woke up.
“Good morning, Mycroft.”
By this sound every morning, Greg’s voice hoarse or not from sleep, sweet music to Mycroft’s ears.
All these sounds he now associates with Greg.
In the bathroom, the kitchen, everywhere in Mycroft’s life.
Life.
Like that morning when he watched Greg getting busy in the kitchen.
Greg who was watching him coming in.
Gref who was smiling at him.
Life and warmth.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Greg without losing his smile.
“What do you mean?” muttered Mycroft a little embarrassed at being caught out.
“As if I were the only person in the world.”
Mycroft couldn’t help but reply, “You are. You’re everything to me. You’re my everything.”
Greg looked at him with indescribable emotion and whispered, “I love you.” before kissing him gently.
Just like that, silence no longer existed in Mycroft’s life, because he was filled with Greg’s love.
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An unforgettable love
Summary:
Greg wakes up from an operation and has no memory… will he recognize Mycroft?
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #32 « Are you testing me ? »
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Rating G - 626 words
An appendicitis, it was only an appendicitis.
Despite this, Mycroft could not help but worry and wander up and down the hallways of the ward where Greg was hospitalized.
He knew it was a fairly routine operation, but it brought him face to face once again with the fragility of the human body, with Greg’s fragility.
He didn’t like that.
Fortunately, a few hours later, he was able to verify with his own eyes what the doctor had said, that the operation had gone perfectly, that Greg had woken up and was just still a little disoriented from the anesthesia and painkillers.
When Mycroft entered the room, his throat tightened as he saw Greg smaller than usual in the medical nightgown. His eyes were still cloudy from the effects of the anesthesia and his skin was pale, making him look even more fragile.
“Hi,” Mycroft said softly as he approached, then sitting down on the edge of the bed, he took Greg’s hand as he looked at him.
Greg’s eyes widened and, with an expression of utter surprise, he asked, “Um, who are you?”
Mycroft didn’t know at that moment whether to cry or laugh.
“Are you testing me?”
Greg shook his head sheepishly, “No, I swear, I don’t know who you are.”
“Well I’m Mycroft.” He replied with a small smile.
“And is that supposed to mean something to me?” asked Greg again. He ran his hand over his face, “I actually don’t remember anything, everything is very fuzzy in my head. But the doctors told me it was normal, that it happens sometimes.."
He seemed to think for a moment, then he pointed to his hand in Mycroft’s and said, "I guess we know each other well, otherwise you wouldn’t be holding my hand like that, right? Besides, you wouldn’t be allowed in my room.”
The doctor had said he was still disoriented, so Mycroft didn’t let it throw him off. Besides, Greg wasn’t rejecting him.
“Ahem, yes… we actually know each other very well, we are… together. We live together.”
Greg’s eyes widened even more, “Together… like… lovers?” he asked incredulously.
Mycroft nodded, smiling softly at his disbelief.
Greg ran his hand over his face again, then looked at Mycroft, “If that’s true, it’s really amazing."
"Why?” asked Mycroft, growing more amused.
“How can someone as beautiful as you be with someone like me?”
Mycroft blushed slightly, as he did every time Greg gave him that kind of compliment, then pulled himself together and gently scolded Greg, “What does it mean someone like you? I’ve told you many times, and I hope you’ll remember soon, you’re perfect for me, we’re perfect for each other. But even if you have forgotten, I will remind you again and again.”
Then he leaned over to Greg and whispered, “May I kiss you?”
Greg tilted his head to the side and scrutinized him for a long minute, then moved his hand forward and gently touched Mycroft’s face.
His face lit up with a soft smile and he whispered, “My Mycroft…” he brushed off a lock of Mycroft’s hair that fell across his forehead and continued, “I remember… you, just you…"
Mycroft closed the distance between them and pressed a soft kiss on Greg’s lips before resting his head on his chest, exhaling a sigh of relief.
Greg closed his arms around him and gently stroked his hair, repeating, "Mycroft…my Mycroft…”
Without a doubt, Greg would remember everything.
But for Mycroft, knowing that he was the first thing Greg remembered was simply magical and filled him with incredible happiness.
Mycroft could never have dreamed of a love so strong that even in forgetfulness it left traces.
And yet there it was, in his arms.
His unforgettable love.
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Chapter Summary :
The day before their separation… will they make this day unforgettable?
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Day 6
Sky Garden - Booked just for us
Dinner in a romantic restaurant
Dinner in our suite - Evening wear
When he opened his eyes, Greg saw the note on Mycroft’s bedside table. He was secretly relieved to see that Mycroft had preferred the privacy of their suite for their last evening together.
Their last evening.
Once again, Greg’s throat tightened.
He had gotten the impression last night that Mycroft wanted to open up, but this morning…
This morning, Mycroft had already been up and about for a long time judging by the cold seat next to Greg.
Once again, he was surprised at how quickly he had become attached to the man. He felt as if he had known him forever.
And they will part tomorrow.
Trying to push away these thoughts that would get him nowhere, Greg stood up and began to look for Mycroft.
He found him leaning against the window frame, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, staring out over the London skyline.
“Good morning,” Greg said with a yawn as he approached him.
Mycroft turned and came to meet him. He leaned over and kissed him gently before saying, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby.” Greg replied, “Did you sleep well?”
“Not too bad, but let’s leave that aside,” Mycroft took a short pause before he continued, “I already had breakfast while I was waiting for you to wake up, I had a couple of things to take care of. You can have it here, if you want, and then we’ll get ready for the Sky Garden. The cab is waiting for us as soon as we are ready. Since I wanted us to be at ease, the agency managed to reserve the top floor just for us.”
“That’s really great.”
Greg sensed, however, a special restlessness in Mycroft, but mostly a slight distance. He did not insist on finding out why, however, and began eating his breakfast.
Mycroft sat down opposite him, poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and leafed through the newspaper. After a few minutes, the feeling of uneasiness dissipated and their complicity was again there.
Mycroft made Greg laugh more than once with his caustic comments about what he was reading in the paper, and Greg was still laughing as he finished dressing a few moments later. When he came out of his room, Mycroft was already waiting for him in the hallway.
He held out his hand, the gesture still causing the same warm feeling in Greg, and asked, “Ready to go?
Greg nodded, "Ready.
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You’re the only one who knows who I am
Summary:
A nightmare awakens Mycroft and his fears.
How could Greg, so open, love him, so secret.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #95 « This isn’t who I am »
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Rating G - 736 words
“How can you believe that someone as open as Greg could stay with you and all your secrets!"
Mycroft awoke to these words spoken by someone whose face he could not see in his nightmare.
Heart racing, breathless, he looked to see if he had woken Greg, but fortunately, his lover was sound asleep.
He slowly slid out of the warm bed, shivered a little as his feet touched the cold floor and headed for the bathroom.
He walked to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. When he looked up, he faced himself in the mirror and looked away. He didn’t have the strength to look at himself, not right after that nightmare.
He tried to ignore the little voice in his head, "You don’t deserve this happiness… You know that, and you’re just deluding yourself.”
Mycroft faced his reflection, refusing to be drawn into this spiral, but tonight the voice in his head was louder than usual.
“He’ll figure it out eventually. And he’ll kick you out and you’ll be alone again…”
Mycroft clenched his hands on the sink and faced his reflection again and just said, “No. Greg knows me. He knows this isn’t who I am. He knows who I am and loves me the way I am.”
He left the bathroom and slid back into the bed, he moved closer to Greg until he was against him and Greg automatically tightened his arms around him.
« Mmm… Mycroft? Is that you, love?“
"Yes, Gregory, you can go back to sleep.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, don’t worry, sleep now.”
He hoped Greg would go back to sleep, but his lover knew him well, he woke up completely and reaching out, he turned on the light. He took Mycroft’s face in his hands, and looking at him closely, he asked the same question again, “Are you okay? And don’t lie to me Mycroft, you know I see it when you lie.”
Mycroft swallowed and couldn’t escape Greg’s scrutinizing eyes. His eyes that looked at him with such love.
“What’s wrong?” insisted Greg, concerned. Mycroft let out a sigh and looking away, he asked in a barely audible voice, “Am I good enough for you?”.
“Oh Mycroft…” Greg let go of Mycroft’s face and wrapped his arms around Mycroft with all his strength. Mycroft buried his face in Greg’s neck.
Greg thought for a moment and asked Mycroft, “Good enough for me in what way, love?”
As Mycroft searched for his answer, Greg gently stroked his back and lightly kissed his hair.
“An unknown person says to me in my nightmare, ‘How can you believe that someone as open as Greg could stay with you and all your secrets?’ I know… god I know it’s not true, my reason tells me it’s not true because we’ve talked about it and I know you’re aware of what I’m allowed to say or not say, but sometimes that little voice comes back to torment me.”
Greg grabbed Mycroft’s shoulders and pulled him away from him a little so he could look him in the eye, “Don’t listen to that little voice and only listen to mine.”
Mycroft nodded, but Greg saw the flicker in his eyes that told him Mycroft needed more reassurance.
He pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, then framing his face with his hands, he leaned over him and still with his eyes in his, he said to Mycroft, “Even when I thought I was done with love, you came into my life and taught me to love again. You not only taught me, but you also showed me your unconditional love and care for me. And you also loved me when I thought there was no reason to. You didn’t leave me to my ruins. Despite all my imperfections and flaws, you love me just as I am. And despite all your imperfections and flaws, I love you just the way you are. Because you are a beautiful person Mycroft, here…” Greg kissed his forehead, “just like here…” he kissed Mycroft’s chest where his heart was before looking at him again.
In that moment, in the mirror that was Greg’s eyes, Mycroft saw nothing but sincerity and love and Mycroft believed him. He was the one who closed his arms around Greg’s neck and drew him closer in a kiss that said everything his words could not convey.
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Unscathed
Summary:
First quarrel and how to get out of it unscathed…
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #31 « Are you going to talk to me? »
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Rating G - 477 words
Greg knew everything about conflicts and disputes in a couple, in a family.
First his parents, his father with him, his ex-wife.
It was the first time he had an argument with Mycroft and it was the first time he felt so bad.
Because this time he had a lot to lose.
He didn’t even know what had caused the argument and his words had gone beyond his mind. He had lashed out at Mycroft and blamed himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
Now they were both there in the kitchen, in a silence of death.
Mycroft was quietly making tea and Greg didn’t know how to start the conversation.
Apologize, apologize…
“Greg."
Although Mycroft spoke softly, Greg startled at his own name.
This was the moment.
This was the moment Mycroft was going to admit that he was done with him, that he didn’t want to be with him anymore.
Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t answered.
"Greg, are you going to talk to me or would you rather we continue to ignore each other.”
He couldn’t lift his eyes to look at his face.
He didn’t want to see the disappointment on Mycroft’s face.
He couldn’t help but whisper, “Is this the part where you say you’re going to leave me?”
Keeping his eyes down, he didn’t realize that Mycroft had moved closer until he took his chin and forced his head up. He looked flabbergasted and asked in a confused tone, “What put that idea in your head?”
Greg shook his head, realizing the absurdity of what he had just thought and began, “I don’t know, I…”
Mycroft interrupted him, “Forget it right now. Surely a little disagreement like that isn’t going to make me leave you, idiot. It was going to happen sooner or later, arguments are a part of life, but you and I have enough experience to know that half the things we say to each other in the heat of the moment don’t reflect what we really think."
Greg nodded, taking comfort in Mycroft’s gaze.
However, even if his words hadn’t reflected his thoughts, he still wanted to apologize.
"I’m sorry. All those things I said, you have to know that I really didn’t mean them. I don’t even know why I said them, I was just raging. Mycroft… If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do. Not sure I’d survive.”
“I love you."
Just with those words from Mycroft, their fight in itself didn’t matter anymore.
Mycroft kissed him gently and added, "And I’m sorry too."
They hugged each other and were relieved to reconnect.
For a long time they remained entwined in silence, but that silence was not the same silence as before. It was filled with the certainty of being forgiven and the love they had for each other.
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You mean the world to me
Summary:
Greg overhears a conversation between the Holmes brothers
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #30 « Are you ready for this? »
Rating G - 239 words
“Mycroft, are you ready for this?”
“For what?”
“You, Greg, a long-term commitment…”
Greg was about to enter the living room when he heard Sherlock’s question and stopped, curious about Mycroft’s answer.
There were a few moments of silence, then his lover replied, “There are many things I’m not sure about in my life, brother, but this, our relationship, is definitely not one of them.”
Greg smiled at Mycroft’s answer as Sherlock continued, “You know Mycroft, even though at first I was doubtful, I think even I can see that you and Greg are perfect for each other.”
Mycroft chuckled softly and replied, “I was doubtful too, even though I knew he was perfect for me, I didn’t understand what I could mean to him.”
Sherlock insisted, “But you’re not anymore?”
“What?”
“Doubtful.”
“Oh no, not anymore.”
Greg felt warmth come over him at the assurance in Mycroft’s voice.
He hadn’t heard Sherlock get up and was surprised when he opened the door. Sherlock didn’t look the least bit surprised and simply nodded as he walked past Greg.
Greg entered the living room and walked over to Mycroft who had his back to him.
He put his hands on his shoulders and slid them down his chest. Mycroft’s hands rested on his as he leaned his head back against Greg.
Greg whispered in his ear, “You mean the world to me, Mycroft. You’ve always meant the world to me.”
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Oath
Summary:
When promises become oaths...
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #35 « You have my word. »
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318 words -Rating G
“You have my word.”
Greg always kept his promises.
“Detective Inspector Lestrade, may I ask you a favor.”
Mycroft didn’t often ask for help, but when it came to Sherlock, he was at the end of his rope.
“Can you keep an eye on my brother?”
The detective had looked at him with his clear eyes and replied in a firm tone, “You have my word.”
“Greg, I have to leave on a mission I can’t tell you anything about, I know we haven’t been together long, but will you wait for me?”
This was the first time Mycroft had a relationship he wanted to preserve to this extent, something precious.
Greg leaned over him, kissed him on the forehead and said, again with a sincere look and a firm tone, “I’ll wait for you. You have my word.”
Another night of nightmares.
The past that came back -again- to haunt him.
Greg said nothing, just held him, his presence comforting and soothing.
Waiting for Mycroft to speak.
As always in the end Mycroft would ask, “Promise me you won’t leave me.”
Greg would tighten his arms around Mycroft and whisper into his hair, “I promise never to leave you if it’s up to me. You have my word."
Like an oath.
Mycroft sometimes wondered if Greg knew the power those four words had over him.
"Gregory, will you give yourself to Mycroft, to be his husband, to live with him according to God’s word? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and protect him, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him so long as you both shall live?"
Greg held his hand firmly in his.
His gaze as straightforward as ever and his voice as firm as ever after all these years, he replied, "I will.”
Then, with a knowing smile on his lips, he whispered so that only Mycroft could hear, “You have my word.”
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What’s bred in the bone comes out in the flesh
Summary:
Sometimes when you’re used to being alone, you forget that there are people who care about you. Greg is there to remind Mycroft of that.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #34 “I never meant to hurt you.”
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Rating G - 840 words
“Mycroft! What happened?” exclaimed Greg as he entered the examination room.
“Sir, you’re not supposed to be here…” protested the doctor who had just finished treating Mycroft.
Mycroft shook his head, Greg would not listen to reason.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“Yeah, you always say that when I know it’s not true!”
Mycroft sighed.
“It’s just a few scratches,” he tried, as he rolled his shirt sleeve over the bandage the doctor had just put on his arm.
The doctor rolled his eyes.
“Mr. Mycroft, we were this close to transfusing you, so don’t minimize your injuries.”
“And maybe I didn’t want my partner to worry!” retorted Mycroft, but, seeing Greg’s exasperated expression, he added, “In any case, I didn’t want to break the news to him that way.”
Mycroft struggled to keep his eyes open. “I’m fine,” he whispered.
The doctor intervened, “I’d rather keep you overnight.”
Greg, knowing Mycroft was going to protest, interjected, “I’ll take him back with me, I’ll watch him.”
Mycroft winced.
They had planned a dinner out tonight, and now he had ruined it.
“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly.
Greg couldn’t help but take his hand and squeeze it gently.
“ Idiot,” he said with a small smile, “We have our whole lives to go to the restaurant.”
Then he turned to the doctor, “Is there anything in particular I should do?”
“If he collapses or gets really pale in the next 24 hours, call us immediately.”
“Is it that serious?” asked Greg, frowning.
“Sixty stitches,” the doctor replied. “In three different places. They’re mostly superficial cuts, but they’re no less serious…”
“You should throw a look at my opponent,” Mycroft sneered.
“Your opponent?!” exclaimed Greg, shocked.
Mycroft could hardly keep his eyes open. “The glass coffee table in my office,” he replied with a dejected and ashamed look.
Feeling exhaustion wash over him, Mycroft asked with a sigh, “Can we go home now?”
The doctor took pity on him and nodded.
Mycroft sighed with relief.
“ Are you able to walk?” asked Greg.
“With help, I should be fine,” Mycroft winced.
Thirty minutes later, supported by Greg, Mycroft walked as best he could through the door of their house.
Greg helped him make himself comfortable on the couch and sat down next to him.
Greg’s face had a worried, curious expression.
“Mycroft, please tell me what happened.”
Mycroft ran his unbandaged hand over his face and said, “This is so ridiculous. I couldn’t reach a file at the top of the shelf, so I climbed up in a precarious balance because I was too lazy to look for a stepladder. As a result, I slipped and fell directly onto the glass coffee table.”
He shifted a bit on the couch to hide his head in his hands. If only his injuries were from a glorious mission, but this?
The movement caused him to let out a grunt of pain.
Greg was already worrying. Mycroft raised his hand to stop him.
“I’m fine,” he said as he waved his hand, causing another twinge of pain.
Mycroft leaned forward and breathed slowly to overcome the wave of pain when he felt Greg’s hand making soothing movements on his back.
Once Mycroft felt better, Greg lifted his hand and put his arm around Mycroft’s shoulders pulling him against him. After a few moments, Greg gently asked, “Why didn’t you want me to know?”
Mycroft knew he had acted on instinct and he regretted it now. In no way had he meant to hurt Greg.
He said it to him softly, “I never meant to hurt you.”
“Don’t you trust me?"
Mycroft was quick to protest, "No, no! It’s not that at all!”
“Then what is it?”
“I…” Mycroft hesitated. “This isn’t about you, okay? I’m just not used to people worrying about me.”
Greg bit his lip. “Okay, but think about it Mycroft, if something serious like this happened to me, wouldn’t you want to know? Wouldn’t you want to know as soon as possible?"
Mycroft nodded, "I… I’m sorry, I… I’ve been on my own for so long that I still have to adjust to some things.”
Greg turned his head to look at him and said, “Mycroft, don’t apologize. I love you, okay? That’s why I want to know when you’re hurt. When you’re not well. You’re allowed to be weak with me, you’re allowed to be sick, you’re allowed to be angry, anything you don’t want to show the world, here, you can.”
Mycroft nodded and did not answer.
After a few minutes of silence, tired from what had happened to him and from the emotions, Mycroft felt his eyes close, but he wanted to keep them open to enjoy Greg’s presence by his side. However, Greg, who still had his hand around his shoulder, squeezed him a little tighter as he said softly, “Mycroft, my love…let go. I’m here.”
Mycroft, overcome by pain, fatigue and Greg’s tone, let go.
He fell asleep peacefully, knowing that Greg would be there to watch over him.
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I’m not afraid to say it anymore
Summary:
Mycroft can no longer restrain his feelings…
Notes:
Still on vacation, but I couldn’t let the first day of Pride month pass without writing a little story!
Happy Pride month!
It’s also exactly two years since I started writing!
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Rating G - 532 words
It was already very late when Mycroft came out of the hospital room. Sherlock had ended up, once again, in the hospital and was unconscious.
When he closed the door, Mycroft saw Greg, asleep on one of the benches of the hallway, with his head resting against the wall. He had obviously tried to stay up to wait for Mycroft, but at some point exhaustion had overtaken him. Mycroft smiled at the sight. He sat down beside him and put his arm around his shoulders. His heart warmed when he saw that Greg instinctively snuggled up to him.
After a moment, Greg woke up and rubbed his eyes, yawning under Mycroft’s affectionate eye.
Mycroft kissed Greg on the forehead and asked him softly, “Have you been here all this time?"
"I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone at a time like this. ” Greg confessed softly.
Unable to stop himself, Mycroft reached out and touched Greg’s cheekbone, moved by the faint blush that graced it in reaction to his touch.
He smiled softly as he slid his hand down Greg’s cheek, feeling a kind of pride as Greg leaned into the touch, his eyes opening to look at him. His eyes filled with such confidence that Mycroft’s breath was taken away. They’ve been together for some time now and Mycroft is still flabbergasted at the amount of confidence Greg seems to have in him.
Mycroft had long known the depth of his feelings for Greg. If he was honest with himself, he’d known it since Greg had agreed to keep an eye on his brother without hesitation, he’d known it when they’d started seeing each other casually, he’d known it every time Greg kissed him and touched him.
“Thank you,” he said softly to Greg.
Then, he gently stroked Greg’s lips with his thumb and continued, “Greg, I need to tell you something."
Mycroft’s heart was pounding in his chest, aware that he was about to make probably the most important confession of his entire life.
Greg seemed to notice his confusion and asked, his tone slightly concerned, "Mycroft, what’s wrong?”
“I love you.”
Greg’s eyes widened as he realized the magnitude of what Mycroft had just said.
Mycroft continued, in a confident and determined manner this time, “I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you something I’ve known for a long time already, but I do love you Gregory Lestrade.”
Now that he’d said it, Mycroft knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying it again and again.
Greg started to smile and putting his hands on Mycroft’s shoulders, he moved closer until his lips were almost on his.
He asked in a breath, his voice hiding nothing of his joy, “Do you really love me?”
Mycroft nodded.
“Say it again."
"I love you.” replied Mycroft, his voice confident.
Greg looked him in the eye and whispered against his lips, “I love you too, Mycroft, probably as long as you have.”
He captured Mycroft’s lips in a long kiss.
It was like a first kiss, at once familiar but different because both were now aware of each other’s feelings. The certainty of loving and being loved in return.
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Exactly where I want to be
Summary:
Just a walk on the beach…
Notes:
For about ten days, I probably won’t post anything because I’m on vacation… a bit like Mycroft and Greg, on a beach but in the south of France.
Be patient, I promise to come back with lots of stories in my pockets!
Rating G - 396 words
The fine sand was warm under their toes as they walked hand in hand along the beach.
The sun was beginning to touch the horizon of the sea and shimmer on the waves in a festival of warm colors.
Greg sighed with contentment and threw a sidelong glance at Mycroft.
Mycoft raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.”
Mycroft smiled at him, his teeth looking whiter under the light tan that graced his skin, his hair not as tidy as usual and fluttering slightly in the sea breeze.
Greg continued, “It looks good on you.”
Mycroft’s light tan didn’t stop Greg from noticing the small blush on Mycroft’s upper cheeks as he whispered, “Thank you.”
He raised their joined hands to the level of his mouth and kissed Greg’s hand as he continued, “It’s because of you you know, with you I know I don’t have to wear a mask. That I can be me without being constantly guarded. ”
It was Greg’s turn to blush slightly as he squeezed Mycroft’s hand in response, pressing himself a little closer to him.
He chuckled lightly, still unaccustomed to Mycroft’s sincere compliments, “Must be the holiday effect, the secluded beach, all of that…”
Mycroft, fully aware of Greg’s deflection, insisted, “The vacation, the beach, all of that like you say, is fine, but you…”
He stopped and turned to Greg, taking his face in his hands and leaning over him, he whispered against his lips, “You make it extraordinary.”
He closed the infinitesimal distance between their lips and gave Greg a lingering kiss.
A little later, they were still embracing on the beach, gazing at the sun as it continued to plunge into the sea.
Mycroft asked Greg, “If you could do anything now, without worrying about anything, what would you do?”
Greg pretended to think and then, very seriously, he replied, “I’d be on a deserted beach, with only the sound of the sea in the background and the man I love in my arms and I’d do this.”
He turned Mycroft in his arms and kissed him deeply, showing him that there was no other place in the world he would want to be, no other person he would want to be with than Mycroft.
When they separated to catch their breath, Greg murmured, “I’m exactly where I want to be.
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You’re not alone anymore
Summary:
5 times when Greg has to intervene to prevent Mycroft from exhausting himself, and once when Mycroft has finally learned to take care of himself.
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Rating G - 2105 words
1.
Mycroft let out a sigh as he stretched before continuing to go through the report of his last video conference, which had taken the best of him. But ignoring his exhaustion, he resumed his work.
Immersed in his reading, it took him a while to realize that someone was present behind him.
“You’re overdoing it again.”
Mycroft shrugged as he turned to Greg’s scolding face, “I’m not overexerting myself. I take breaks.”
Greg chuckled as he replied, “Knowing what a break means to you, let me laugh.”
Mycroft was about to return to his files when he was stopped by Greg’s hand.
“Mycroft, I’m serious.”
Mycroft reluctantly stopped and at his scowling face, Greg’s tone softened as he crouched down to look Mycroft in the eye, “You need a break, you’ve been working for hours and you won’t even leave your desk."
Greg gently stroked Mycroft’s cheek and Mycroft leaned into his hand.
"God, I’m incapable of resisting.”
Greg replied with a smile, “In private, call me Greg.”
Mycroft chuckled, the lame, corny joke allowing him to relieve some of the pressure he was putting on himself to finish his work.
Greg stood up, held out his hand and said, “At least come over and have tea with me for ten minutes, your files won’t go away. I promise after ten minutes you’ll be back to your precious work.”
Mycroft relented, the call of tea and Greg’s presence far more appealing than the pile of files on his desk. He took Greg’s hand who said softly, “Mycroft, I’m not asking you to give up your work, but I’m just begging you to take a little better care of yourself.”
Mycroft nodded, “I promise to try. But bad habits die hard.”
Greg replied with a soft laugh, “Tell me about it!”
2.
As Mycroft had said, bad habits die hard, but Greg was persistent.
“You’ve worked harder than anyone, again Mycroft, you need a break,” Greg said without preamble, leaning on the door frame. Mycroft barely looked up and continued what he was doing as he replied, “I just need to finish this… Greg!"
He couldn’t finish his sentence, Greg had walked over, taken his pen from him, closed it and closed all the open files in front of him and stacked them neatly to the side.
"Greg! My work…”
“Can wait,” Greg finished quietly. “You think I didn’t see you fall asleep at your desk?”
“But…"
"There are no buts,” Greg said, his tone gentle but firm. “You need a break and I will personally make sure you get one, as usual, a break in my way!”
Mycroft knew when he couldn’t fight it, so he gave in.
“Come on,” coaxed Greg. “Go to the living room, there’s a cup of tea, sandwiches, your current book and the couch waiting for you.”
This enticing program finally convinced him, Greg was right, the work could wait, but he still protested as a last resort, so he muttered, “That’s not very professional.”
Greg laughed softly, “You’ll just have to blame me.”
He pushed Mycroft toward the living room door.
“Sit down,” Greg said. Mycroft obeyed. Greg moved around him, lifted his feet and placed them on a cushion on the small table in front of him, then handed him a small tray with some sandwiches and a cup of tea as promised. On the armrest to his right was the book he was actually reading.
Mycroft couldn’t hold back the confession that came out of his mouth and said softly, “I love you, I don’t deserve all this…”
“Of course you do, you deserve all this and more.”
“And what do I have to do to earn a kiss?” asked Mycroft, a cheeky smile on his lips. Greg wiped the smile from Mycroft’s lips with a tender kiss before answering, “Nothing, my kisses will always be free.”
Then he snuggled up to his lover, happy to once again help him relax.
3.
That evening Greg had come home late from work and Mycroft had sent him a message saying that he was already home. But Greg was under no illusion. If Greg wasn’t home, he was sure that Mycroft had probably immersed himself in work.
Opening the door, Greg headed straight for the study, knowing he would find Mycroft there. But he didn’t expect to see what he had in front of him and couldn’t hold back a fond smile. Mycroft was sitting at his desk with his head in his arms, sleeping so soundly that he hadn’t even reacted to Greg’s arrival.
As usual, he was surrounded by files.
Greg didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He moved the files, taking care not to disturb him. Then he went into the living room, picked up the blanket that was on the couch and came back into Mycroft’s study. He covered his shoulders and Mycroft didn’t move. Greg stood there for a few seconds looking at him, kissed his hair very lightly, then whispered softly as he left, “Rest my love.”
He prepared dinner and after half an hour, as he finished setting the table, he felt two arms wrap around him and turned to face a Mycroft whose cheeks were adorably crumpled from sleeping on his crossed arms.
“Hey, did you sleep well?”
Mycroft nodded, “Although I regret, just a little, the time I lost, I admit I needed it.” He leaned over to kiss Greg gently before adding, “Thanks for the blanket.”
“You were sleeping so peacefully, I wasn’t going to wake you up.”
He invited him to the table with a wave and they shared their dinner, chatting happily
4.
Mycroft let out a long yawn, but continued to read his files, which he found endless tonight. The only light he had was the one on his desk, not very bright.
Greg turned on the light and Mycroft barely reacted, not even looking up. Greg figured that tonight he was going to have to be much more persuasive than usual.
He made a first attempt and asked, “Mycroft, don’t you think you should go to bed?”.
Mycroft turned the page of the file he was reading and replied without looking up, “I’ll go to bed when I’m done, I promise.”
Greg frowned and knew he was going to have to push through, and with what he knew were his puppy dog eyes, he said in a plaintive voice, “I’m worried about you. You wouldn’t want me to be unable to sleep, consumed with worry, would you?”.
Mycroft stopped and Greg thought he might have won. But… It was Mycroft’s turn to take on a plaintive tone that Greg could do nothing about, “Greg, darling, I promise you I’ll be going to bed very soon. Just let me finish this really quickly. Please?”
“All right,” Greg sighed. “But you better join me soon.”
Half an hour later, Greg was still alone in their bed.
He got up, stomped over to Mycroft’s desk, didn’t even give him time to react, pulled the Mycroft chair back, spun him around and grabbed his hands, forcing him to get up and follow him to their room.
Mycroft, who had been surprised at first, asked, a little offended at being handled like that, “Greg, what are you doing?”.
“You need to sleep, Mycroft, and obviously you’re not capable of making the decision for yourself, so I’m taking you to bed.”
Mycroft pulled a sulky face and replied, “Greg, I’m almost done, just a few more minutes…”
“No, no and no, you need to sleep. This time, no begging will be accepted.”
Greg continued to walk toward the bedroom with a steady pace.
Mycroft sighed, “You really have decided to help me break my bad habits. But you really don’t want to let me keep working? Not even if I tell you that you’re incredibly hot when you’re annoyed?”
Greg, in shock, almost tripped as he walked through their bedroom door, “Mycroft, that’s cheating!”
Mycroft laughed and Greg unceremoniously pushed him onto the bed.
Later, they had settled down to sleep and Greg had wrapped himself around Mycroft. Mycroft took his hand that was resting on his chest, kissed it and said, “But I meant it, you’re really incredibly sexy when you get mad.”
Greg tightened his embrace and whispered in his ear, “If I didn’t think it was more important for you to sleep, I’d show you how sexy I can be.”
Mycroft chuckled softly, before falling asleep.
5.
Considering how many times he had to force Mycroft to take breaks, Greg could walk blindfolded to Mycroft’s study.
He opened the door for the umpteenth time, not bothering to knock and simply sighed, “Mycroft…”
Mycroft looked up and Greg thought once again that he was there at the right time, Mycroft looked exhausted.
Greg sat back against his desk and looked at Mycroft without saying anything.
Mycroft, knowing what his lover was thinking, said softly, “I’m fine.”
“I don’t think so,” Greg replied, running his fingertips over the dark circles under Mycroft’s eyes.
“Greg, I promise you I’m fine,” Mycroft replied without shying away from the caress and Greg took it as a half victory.
“Just a little break,” he argued.
“Greg I have so much wo-”
“Mycroft, you still have a lot of work to do, but if you’re too tired you won’t be effective, so what’s better, coming back tomorrow after resting or continuing until you’re exhausted and risking making mistakes? Why do we always have to have the same discussion? When will you understand that you have to take care of yourself? If you don’t want to do it for yourself, do it for me.”
He grabbed his hand, trying to talk some sense into him.
Mycroft stared at their joined hands, before looking up at Greg. His strained expression flickered and he asked, “Is this so important to you?"
"Of course Mycroft, I love you, it’s only natural that I want you to be okay. That sometimes you put yourself first and not always for the needs of the country.”
“I told you…bad hab-”
Greg put a finger to his mouth, “That’s worse than bad habits, that’s how you function, but that was before, before I was here. So now you listen to me, you close those files, it’s Friday, it’s the weekend, those files will stay there until Monday.”
Mycroft realized that yes, now everything was different, before he was alone, he had no one to tell him to sleep, eat, not to work too hard, to take care of himself.
He caught Greg’s finger on his mouth, kissed it and said with a smile, “Fate is sometimes curious, it sent me an incredibly stubborn detective to straighten out my bad habits.”
That evening, for the very first time, under the encouraging gaze of his lover, Mycroft closed the door of his office without an ounce of regret and did not actually see those files again until Monday morning.
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Tonight, Mycroft was coming home later, but much earlier than usual. Although he had decided to work overtime, the prospect of an evening in his uncomfortable office rather than at home did not appeal to him.
He’d shut everything down. Work could wait, not his loved one.
It was late so he didn’t make any noise. He kicked off his shoes and coat and headed straight for their room.
“Mycroft?” whispered Greg’s voice from the bed.
“It’s me, shhh, go back to sleep darling. You need it.”
Mycroft began to undress without bothering to fold his clothes. The lure of the warm bed and his lover inside was too much.
“You need to sleep more than I do,” Greg muttered into the pillow.
“That’s why I’m home,” Mycroft whispered as he crawled into bed.
Greg opened his arms to him and Mycroft came to snuggle against him.
“You’re home early.”
“I wanted to see you and as you keep telling me, work can wait."
"I missed you tonight…” Greg whispered, pulling him closer.
“That’s why I didn’t bring any work home. This weekend is all about us."
They both fell asleep and when Greg woke up much later, Mycroft was looking at him with a soft smile on his lips.
"I opened my eyes to this incredible view this morning, really, what can piles of files do against that? ”
He leaned in to take Greg’s lips in a lingering good morning kiss.
He told himself that even though bad habits die hard, he was willing to shake off his own and replace them with moments like this, over and over again.
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Just like that
Summary:
Greg must stay at work, Mycroft surprises him by coming to visit him in his office
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #22 “Let me help you"
Me indulging in some fluff for my birthday
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Rating G - 213 words
Greg, focused on his paperwork, which had increased exponentially since he became DCI, hadn’t even heard that someone had entered his office.
It wasn’t until he felt a presence next to him that he looked up and saw Mycroft, leaning against his desk, watching him with a gentle smile.
Greg exclaimed in surprise, “Mycroft? What are you doing here?”
Mycroft replied without losing his smile, “I know you told me you still had a lot of work to do, but I figured I could come here rather than wait for you at home alone.”
He leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and then began to walk around Greg’s desk to sit down. Greg, grabbed his hand to hold him back and asked, “But why? You’ll get bored, I really have to work.”
Mycroft intertwined his fingers with Greg’s and replied softly, “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
Greg, touched, pulled his lover towards him for a tender kiss then Mycroft moved away and took a chair to sit across from him, pulling one of the files towards him.
“Let me help you, we’ll be home faster.”
Greg grabbed the hand holding the file, squeezed it gently and whispered, “Thanks.”
Then they both started to work.
Just like that.
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