Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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Mycroft was the first to wake up the following morning. Something in which he wished he didn't do but alas, his body clock was better than any phone or analogue alarm. It felt heavenly and blissful as the sun carefully streamed through the dark curtains and for a moment Mycroft considered that perhaps even mother nature didn't want to intrude.
He didn't care for how Elina snored nor did he care for how she twitched every so often in her sleep. Things like that became nothing. What he did care for was that she was back in his arms. Albeit his arms metaphorically weren't the best but from the look on her tired face, it seemed as if she wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
He found it odd because in the time from when she was caught in the explosion, from all the time she spent in France which was only short, he felt his healed scar from the bullet, burn sporadically. It was the obvious idea then in which he realised how much he yearned for his raven...
How much he burned for her.
He watched as she shifted very slightly before fluttering her eyes open. Her eyes looked up to him, slightly glossy and she hummed on appreciation. "I thought you would of left." She mumbled whilst shuffling closer to him. "Don't speak such nonsense." He dismissed softly whilst kissing the hairline of her head causing her to smile. "I hate to admit so, but it's been an age since I slept properly."
"What I'm hearing is that you think my beds comfy." Elina responded back in ease and humour. Casting a sharp brow at her, he smiled. For some reason he couldn't stop smiling at her. "Amongst other things." He conveyed causing her to tip her head back and laugh. Perhaps then, she was rosy cheeked because of his morning voice.
Kissing the middle of her forehead, he got out of bed and walked to her side in order to aid her in getting her leg back on for the day. It was as he was turning to go to the bathroom that she noticed his back. "Don't move." She ordered hastily. "Why, what's wrong?" He asked before sniffing in a sharp breath.
He heard as she walked so she stood directly behind him and he felt as one of her hands came up and her fingers traced over his bullet scar. "Who did this to you?" She asked. Feeling awfully sad and ashamed. "No one of importance." He rushed out a little too quickly. She saw as he tensed but after a few seconds he relaxed his muscles. He allowed her a few moments to study his shoulder blades and he felt his mind crash after as she reached up to kiss his scar with a feather soft touch.
It was by far the sweetest thing ever done and perhaps that was why Mycroft in all his glory, cladded in his pyjama bottoms and slippers, span around and held her face as he kissed her.
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Sir Edwin amongst others of importance at headquarters watched as Mycroft came walking through with Elina closely tucked at his arm, unsure of whether to leave his side. Lenny also stood stiff beside Anthea with wedding bands shining as it were established and DJ and Jason sat together as they discussed their individual paperwork.
