Drunk Habits (Mystrade)

Drunken Conversation

HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER, YEAH! I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes because English isn't my first language, and I'm still learning:)
Hope you like it! This chapter focus on the main pairing~

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"I never expect Sherlock to finally understand human's feelings and feel it for himself." Mumbled Mycroft.

Lestrade gave him a side glance, "neither do I."

"To Sherlock Holmes and John Watson." Mycroft raised his glass--he had no idea it was already his fourth drinks.

"Sherlock and John." Lestrade imitated Mycroft's act.

They both drank their own glasses.

"So.. What do you do actually?" Lestrade asked so out of blue.

Mycroft's one eyebrow went up, "I thought you already know."

"I know, you have minor position in British Government," Lestrade was shaking his head, and giving Mycroft a curious look, "but I have feelings you aren't minor."

"Your feelings is wrong. My position in British Government doesn't have much power." Mycroft said that in serious tone but his gleam in his eyes told the opposite.

Lestrade saw his gleam and smiled attractively. "I see. You can't tell me."

Mycroft shrugged. "I actually can," then he leaned his body towards Lestrade aggrasively, and whispering to the older man's ear seductively, "but I have to kill you later."

Lestrade tried to hid his shiver because of Sherlock's older brother action. Fortunately, he managed to maintain his expression and posture.

"Too bad, I don't want to die yet. So I wouldn't know what your job really is." Lestrade tilted his head a bit so now Mycroft's breath is slapping his cheek not his neck anymore.

"I don't want you to die either," Mycroft drew his face and backed off to his own place. "There's no one who was capable of baby sitting my dearest younger brother in Scotland Yard beside you."

"There is John. He is always with Sherlock." Lestrade said matter-of-factly.

"But there's none who will stand up for Sherlock inside Scotland Yard and he can't get his hands on cases and he'll go insane." Mycroft said that with a smile. "Oh, may I add? He'll do stupid things. Very stupid things."

"He's got you," Lestrade winked at him, "minor British Government. And I bet you're always busy to keep Sherlock's ass on the right line."

Mycroft let out a chuckle. "Enough about me and Sherlock. How about you?"

"Me? You know I'm Detective Inspector in Scotland Yard." Lestrade's hand was pointing at himself while saying that.

"I want to know from yourself than read your file," Mycroft gave the older man seductive looks that was hard to resist. "So.. How was it?"

"Sherlock helped me all the time so basically I just make sure his annoying acts doesn't get into anyone's nerves." Lestrade shrugged.

"Hmm.. I bet it was harder than your real job."

Lestrade let out a hearty laugh, but he suddenly stopped when he caught the younger man's stare.

"What?" Lestrade shifted; uncomfortable being stared so intense like that.

"I just realize.." Mycroft takes one step towards the D.I, "you have a rich and deep voice, and lovely smiles, and your crinkles around your eyes when you laughed like that are just so..."

Lestrade gulped and ignored the shivers. His eyes couldn't turn away from Mycroft's.

"Beautiful." Mycroft finished his sentence by a sincere smile in his usual stoic face.

Lestrade was blushing. He was grateful the other man wouldn't see his blushing face because of the dim lights in the room. He looked away nervously and cleared his throat. "Um, thanks."

Mycroft nodded. And they fell into silence.

Lestrade didn't like this awkward silence, so he was trying to say something, anything. "So--"

"So--" Mycroft said in the same time.

"You first." Because Lestrade didn't really has a topic.

"Okay, what's your number?" Mycroft asked casually.

"Seriously?" Lestrade frowned, "I know you can get it without asking me."

"Indeed, but I want to know from you."

"Okay.. 0-7-3-9-9.. You don't write it down?"

"I do," Mycroft tapped his head with his forefinger, "in here."

"Bastard." Said the older man but he was grinning. "You are, indeed, Sherlock's brother."

Mycroft just smirked at him.

"Okay, 07399668910." Lestrade said that very fast and in one breath; challenging Mycroft's memory and acuity of hearing.

"I'll repeat it. To make sure what I heard was right. Eventhough I am sure, actually." He added the last one with a smirk that was identical with Sherlock's.

"Go ahead."

"0-7-3-9-9-6-6-8-9-1-0." Mycroft purposeful slowed down his talk and did a thing with his lips and he whispered softly. His eyes followed the older man's eyes that focused on his lips.

Lestrade was dizzy because of all the actions Mycroft did. He felt a sudden arousal and try to calmed his mind. When he was composing himself and Mycroft was watching him diligently, suddenly there was a phone ring and Mycroft picked it up.

"Pardon me," he said to Lestrade who was nodding to him, and he turned his body and started to talk to his phone, "what is it?"

Lestrade barely heard Mycroft's conversation because the man was walking away when the other line said something serious and Mycroft gave his full attention to the phone.

Mycroft come back with a regretful smile. "I'm so sorry. I'd like to stay and chat with you all the night but I have to go. Something urgent came up."

Lestrade feel his heart sank but he swallowed it down and smiled. "That's okay. I'm fine, just go."

Mycroft nodded and suddenly he invaded Lestrade's personal space and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Thanks for the little chat, Greg. I'll call you."

Lestrade froze. Mycroft Holmes' taste on his lips still there until late of night. He just stood there like a fool, wondering about.. Isn't it a bit fast to kiss at the third time we met? And those meeting wasn't a date at all, just an unofficial meeting involved Sherlock's bad behaviour and without any innuendos like tonight.