"Mykie, is that your laptop?"
You were currently enjoying your Christmas time at the Holmes' sitting in Mycrofts lap, eating the cookies you had baked earlier that day and listening to the conversations between the boys and their mother. Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it." You chuckled. His mother glanced at him and returned to what she was doing. "Well you shouldn't leave it laying around like that." You heard Sherlock making a noise and craned your neck to look at Mycrofts unamused face. You gave a quick peck to the corner of his mouth and felt him relax again when you turned your attention back to your plate of cookies. "Why are we doing this? We never do this!" you heard your boyfriend exclaim and his mother quickly turned around. "Because Sherlock is home from hospital and we are all very happy."
"Am I happy too I haven't checked."
You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest. He pouted at you but you ignored it, jumping up and pulling him with you by his hand. "Let's go outside. Sherlock?" Said person shot up from his seat and grabbed his coat. "Coming!"
When you three stood outside Mycroft offered Sherlock a sigarette, which the younger one gladly accepted. "Glad you have given up on the Magnussen business." You were leaning against Mycrofts back when he suddenly spoke up. Sherlock turned on his heel to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "Are you?" Instead of answering the question your boyfriend simply continued: "Still curious though. He's hardly your usually kind of puzzle. Why do you... hate him?" His brother sighed. "Because he attacks people who are different and praises on their secrets. Why don't you?" "He never causes too much damage to anyone important, he's far too intelligent for that. He's a business man, that's all. And occasionally useful to us. A necessary evil, not a dragon for you to slay." Mycroft shrugged. You chuckled lightly. Sherlock turned around again and faced the fence. "A dragon slayer. Is that what you think of me?" Mycroft didn't hesitate to answer. "No, that's what you think of yourself." Suddenly you saw the door open and Mrs. Holmes' head popped out.
"Are you two smoking?"
Both Mycroft and Sherlock turned around, hiding the sigarettes behind their backs, you standing next to Mycroft.
"No!"
"It was Mycroft!"
You snorted at their reactions. They could be such kids sometimes. Mother Holmes shook her head before disspearing inside again. Mycroft glared at his little brother. "You're so childish. Will you ever grow up?" Sherlock turned his back to him. You saw your boyfriend tense and stood in front of him, tip-toeing. You leaned up and licked his jaw, stopping at his ear to whisper. "Relax, daddy." You stood back and smirked at his reaction. His eyes went wide at the nickname and he quickly stomped on the rest of his sigarette, before tugging you inside with him by your arm. Sherlock knew what was happening behind him and coughed slightly. "Brother dearest, we're just getting more punch."
But you knew exactly what he was going to do as soon as he pulled you inside and up the stairs to his old room.
