All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Thirty One

(A/N- Well I think it's a boring chapter, so I'm sorry about that. It's smutty Mystrade, but yeah, not really feeling it in this chapter. ANYWAY, please comment/vote/share/follow, it really motivates me, and since it's their honeymoon that means more smut! Thanks Lovelies!

-CH xx)

Chapter 31

Greg's POV

I looked at the sign, seeing we were at the beach resort that we came to on camp the year before. I was beyond excited. This time I would be able to be with my husband, not having to sneak around after lights out, battling with the females for his attention. 

Mycroft rearranged me in his arms so he held me bridal style. "Shall we go to our room?" He asked me, looking into my eyes. 

"Mm, that sounds great."

Mycroft walked me through the resort 'til we got to our room --the honeymoon suite-- and he opened the door with ease. The room was huge and dimly lit, with rose petals scattered along the white, luscious carpet, leading to the love heart shaped bed. I grinned up at my husband goofily, and he smiled down at me, getting to the bed, gently lowering me down onto it. 

That was the only thing gentle from that moment onward. Within minutes, we were both lying naked on the bed, having a heated snogging session. I sat on top of Mycroft, kissing down along his chest and stomach, reaching his waist line. I licked my way back up to his lips, and My's hands travelled over my body. Shocks travelled through my body as they did when I first met him, and I squirmed excitedly on top of him, before I slowly entered my husband. 

He gasped, but adjusted quickly, and soon I was moving faster than I had before. I opened my eyes and looked down at My. His eyes were shut, his lips parted slightly. His dark brown hair was a mess, and his fingers clutched the sheets beneath him. He looked so incredibly sexy, and it drove me wild. My husband was incredible, and it drove me to move faster, causing him to scream louder. I shuddered with pleasure, and panted loudly. Mycroft let go of the sheets, and his fingers found my hair. He tugged hard and I groaned in pleasure. 

My hips were beginning to hurt, but I didn't mind. I felt too much pleasure to care, and I knew Mycroft felt the same pleasure I did. "Oh Greg..." My breathed. 

"Oh, Mr. Lestrade-Holmes," I smiled, before groaning. "My I'm going to..."

"It's okay, baby, so am I."

We climaxed at the same time, Mycroft's fluids on his stomach. I pulled out of him and leaned down, allowing my tongue to trace over his stomach, cleaning him of his own fluids. His hands clutched my shoulders, and mine rested on his hips, using my legs to support my weight. We were both still hard, so I moved myself down to his member. I took him in my mouth, moving my tongue over his head, smiling as My groaned and moved his fingers to my hair. I moved up and down, moving faster as he panted and groaned and cried out. I moved my tongue along his cock, slowly, teasingly, until he was almost whimpering. 

I swallowed when he ejaculated in my mouth, and without a second thought, Mycroft brought my lips to his. He swiftly moved so I lay under him, and his hands roughly grabbed my face, pulling away, his forehead resting against my own. "Gregory Lestrade-Holmes," he chuckled lowly. "You know you're the first person who has ever made me whimper."

"First and only, I hope," I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly. 

"Of course, baby." Mycroft kissed me again, and I could feel his smile against my lips, which I mirrored. My pulled away again and looked down at me lovingly. "Are you tired?"

"Not at all," I grinned, stroking his face gently as his green eyes stared down into mine. 

"I was hoping you would say that. The weather's nice out there, do you want to go for a swim?"

"How do you know it's nice out-" Mycroft's smirk cut me off. "Never mind . Okay."

Mycroft kissed me gently again, before getting off of me, going into the bathroom. we came back with two towels, and threw me one. "It's about twelve o'clock. No one will be around at this time, but let's take these just in case."

I chuckled at the thorough thinking of my husband and I got up and wrapped the towel around my waist. I stared at his crotch, which was still uncovered, and after what felt like an hour of staring at his impressive manhood, My cleared his throat. "Mr. Lestrade-Holmes? My eyes are up here."

I dragged my gaze back up to look him in the eyes and grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist. I moved my lips to his ear. "You realise, Mr. Lestrade-Holmes, that you shall have to cover up."

"Why?"

"Because you never know who might be around, and I'm sure being a deputy headmaster seen naked wouldn't go down to well with the school board."

"Pictures would make the girls there happy."

"Of course. But you're mine," I kissed him softly again, pulling away to look into his eyes. 

"Always and forever." Mycroft smiled and looked into my eyes as he wrapped his towel around my waist. "Let's go," My said, smacking my bum as we walked out the door. Mycroft locked the door, and then I followed him out of the building, into the warm early morning air. 

I thought back to the time at camp when we were sneaking around, and it all seemed so long ago. We walked hand in hand down to the beach. We didn't speak; instead we listened to the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore. 

When we got down to the beach, we put our towels on the surprisingly warm sand, and ran into the water. I dove in under the waves, allowing the cool water to engulf my body, before I emerged at the surface, and saw Mycroft beside me. He turned to me under the moonlight and smiled at me. I wade through the water over to him, and picked him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and smiled into my eyes. 

The moonlight lit up half of his face, leaving the other half in the shadows, making him look eerily beautiful --well, more beautiful than usual-- and I held him there. Neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other, taking in each others features, breathing in the moment. The stars twinkled in the sky above us, thousands, millions, like they were smiling down on us. 

"I love you so bloody much, Mycroft Lestrade-Holmes."

"I love you so much more, Gregory Lestrade-Holmes."

"Impossible."

"Well I have a lifetime to prove otherwise," Mycroft smiled and pressed his lips against mine for the millionth time that night.