All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Twelve

(A/N- Mystrade chapter! Hopefully it's cute! I'm watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban so I got a bit distracted, sorry. By the way, I love the Weasley boys. Anyway, distracted again. Sorry for not updating sooner, this kept deleting itself so I got angry and left it 'til today. Please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy it, it really motivates me! Thanks lovelies!

-CH xx)

Chapter 12

Greg's POV

I woke up in the arms of my loving fiancee. His bare chest was against my back, and every inch of our bodies were touching as we spooned, our body heat radiating off of each other. "Good morning, Love," My murmured into my hair.

Of course he knew I was awake. He always did. "Morning babe," I replied, grinning as My kissed the top of my head. 

"Do you want some breakfast?"

"Yes please," I replied.

Mycroft got out of the bed and threw on some tight black pants before going downstairs. I too got up and wrapped Mycroft's dressing gown around me. Even though the fire was still glowing bright in the fireplace, I put it on because I couldn't be bothered putting on pants. I liked my freedom and the dressing gown smelt like Mycroft. And yes, we had a fireplace in our room because that's how posh we were living. 

I went downstairs, sliding down the banister, landing steadily on my feet. I went into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Mycroft's waist, kissing his shoulder. He continued humming some tune as he made French toast, and I continued to kiss his body, making him groan when I reached particular areas. 

When the food was ready, Mycroft managed to speak. "Alright. Stop doing that. We have things to do today and I am fighting the urge to carry you back up to the breakfast, so just go and eat your food."

I chuckled and straightened up. "Yes, Sir!" I said, smacking My's arse with a cheeky grin, grabbing my food and going to sit down at the table. Mycroft joined me and we ate our food while laughing and chatting away. 

"So," I started as we washed up, "Are we gonna do anything today?" 

 "Ah, I have something in mind," Mycroft said, waving his hand dismissively. "But you'll find out about that later."

I raised an eyebrow at my fiancee. "You sure you don't want to tell?"

"Of course not," Mycroft said, coming over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulled me in close to him, kissing my neck gently. 

"Tease," I told him, giving a shout of surprise when he fluidly picked me up and chucked me over his shoulder, taking me  back upstairs. 

Mycroft lay me down on our bed and sat on top of me, smirking down at me. My heart began racing with anxiety and longing, waiting for Mycroft. He leaned down and kissed my neck a few times, before moving to my collarbone, sucking and biting gently, leaving me with a love bite. He smirked at his work, and he knew I was getting aroused. He got off of me and walked out of the room, leaving me there, breathless and lustful. 

I waited there, in case he came back, but he didn't. I groaned and got up and went through to his study, and he was sitting at his desk, typing something on his laptop. He looked up at me as I entered and smirked at me. "Everything alright?"

I gave him a look and shook my head. I seductively walked over to Mycroft and leaned over him, so my breath trickled down his neck. "You'll pay for that." With that I walked away, giving Mycroft a taste of his own medicine. 

The day passed by uneventfully, and I was wondering if that little moment was what Mycroft had in mind,  but then I knew of course it wasn't. There was more than that, and I wanted to know what. But of course, I would have to wait. Ugh. I was so impatient. I had to count on the fact that this was My and he would have something sweet planned.

At about eleven pm, Mycroft told me we were going for a drive. We got into Mycroft's car, and he began driving us out of town. We sang along to the songs on the radio and spoke over the long drive. It was a long drive, but the night was warm. We were in a convertible, and Mycroft put the screen roof down so the warm evening air rustled our hair. After a while of driving on the open road, Mycroft took a turn and I knew where we were. 

Mycroft unbuckled his seat belt  and got out of the car, running over to my side to open the door for me. I thanked him as I got out, and we began to walk down to the beach. I saw little lights illuminating one area of the beach, and when we got closer, I saw they were candles, lighting up a picnic blanket. On the blanket was a guitar, and some wine glasses and champagne. 

Mycroft took my hand and led me over to the blanket, sitting me down, before sitting down himself. "Erm," he started, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I decided I would sing you a song and play along on the guitar. I thought it would be a nice gesture, but now I'm not so sure," Mycroft told me. 

"I didn't know you could play the guitar," I said, cocking my head to the side. 

"I couldn't, and that's what I was doing on my laptop earlier today when I left you in the room... Sorry about that."

"It's fine," I laughed. "I hope you're still going to play something."

Mycroft sighed. "If you're sure..."

"I am."

Mycroft cleared his throat and picked up the guitar, standing up. I recognised the song as soon as he began strumming. He played clearly and perfectly along to 1,2,3,4, by The Plain White T's, and I knew he would sing perfectly. And he did.

"1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

"Give me more lovin' than I've ever had
Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not

"Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely gettin' mad, I'm so glad I found you
I love bein' around you
You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

"There's only one thing to do
Three words for you I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you

"Give me more lovin' from the very start
Piece me back together when I fall apart
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends

"Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Best that I've had, I'm so glad that I found you
I love bein' around you
You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

"There's only one thing to do
Three words for you I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you
I love you

"You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

"There's only one thing to do
Three words for you I love you
There's only one way to say
Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you
I love you

"1, 2, 3, 4
I love you
I love you.

"I love you, Greg," Mycroft said softly at the end, putting the guitar down, looking at me earnestly. 

With tears in my eyes, I stood up, and wrapped my arms around Mycroft, squeezing him tightly. "I love you so much. You're absolutely incredible, you know that."

Mycroft spun me around, before setting me back on the ground. I grinned up at my fiancee, caught in my own little bliss.