BBC Sherlock imagines

Umberella

It had been a long day at the office. Mycroft wanted to just go home and put his feet up in front of the fire but, his driver was late. The rain was chucking it down and he stood impatiently under his umbrella. He kept checking his watch and rolled his eyes every time once he realised it had only been a minute or two since he last checked. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and was about to call his driver when something- someone- caught his eye from the other side of the street.
You had just made it under the shelter of the bus stop and had pulled a hairbrush out of you're bag. You began pulling it through your light brown curls when you saw the eyes on you from the other side of the street. Normally you'd have felt uncomfortable and made some sort of rude face at him but something about this man made you feel comfortable. Like a ray of warmth in the cold,wet weather. You smiled at him, which made him realise that he was staring and immediately snapped out of it. You went back to dragging the brush through you're tangled hair.
After a little while, you glanced back over to the man and realised he was looking at you once again, he seemed mesmerised by you. You felt your cheeks redden and you looked down at your feet.
You were so flustered that you hadn't noticed that the man had picked up his brief case and was now approaching you. That was until he was stood in front of you. You smiled up at him and he smiled back. "Hello" he said
"Hi" you managed to say, the butterflies in your stomach making you very quiet.
"My name is mycroft" he said sheepishly "I was just standing across the road and noticed how adorable you looked and-" he cut himself off having realised what had just come out of his mouth and blushed uncontrollably.
"I'm (Y/N),nice to meet you" you said trying to save his embarrassment and reached out a hand. Mycroft met your hand and shook it firmly. His touch through you off and it was your turn again to look away. You shivered at the cold air and he removed his coat without hesitation and handed it to you. You took it gratefully as you were only wearing a shirt.
Then, a white car pulled up at the opposite side of the road and mycroft once again looked at his watch and sighed "finally, my ride". You went to remove his coat to return it but he wouldn't allow you. "No need. I-I don't suppose you'd like a lift?" He stammered. "Yes please" you said, beaming at his kindness. You crossed the road with him and he opened the door for you to climb in, putting down his umbrella and climbing in after you. He asked your address and told the driver sternly, still a little mad at him. You sat a little more relaxed knowing it was a little while until you got there. "So (Y/N)" mycroft said nervously looking at you. "I never thought that I would ever say this" he continued " but I don't suppose you'd like to accompany me to a restaurant some time?" He asked once again his cheeks glowing. "Yes" you said simply. For the first time that afternoon you looked into his deep, hazel eyes and neither of you looked away. You knew he felt it too but that he didn't really understand it. You lent forward, not loosing eye contact and he copied. You leant further and further forward until your lips touched and you kissed each other strongly. When you both pulled back for air, mycroft panted "wow" you smiled at him, knowing this would lead somewhere great.