All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Forty Three

(A/N- Sorry it's taken aaaages to update, I've been on holiday and had no wifi, but I'm back now so I can update again! It's a bit dull, but I figured there's been no Mystrade lately so I'd throw it in. Please comment/vote/share/follow it means a lot to me, and thank you for all your kind words, it really makes my day! 

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Chapter 43

Greg's POV

I woke up and heard Mycroft on the phone in the bathroom. Judging by the irritated tone of voice he was using, I could tell he was talking to Sherlock. I chuckled to myself and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I heard Mycroft growl. Sherlock must've done something pretty bad for him to growl.

I rolled over and snuggled down into the bed as I heard Mycroft's footsteps fall across the tiling in the bathroom. He entered the room again, and came over to me, gently kissing my neck. I squirmed in delight and turned to face him, pulling him down on top of me gently, tangling my fingers in his hair. I gently kissed him, and his hands moved either side of my head, deepening the kiss. 

Mycroft pulled away and smiled at me. "Good morning, babe."

"Good morning to you too," I said with a grin. 

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"I'd love some, thank you."

Mycroft grinned at me and picked me up in his arms bridal style, carrying me downstairs into the kitchen, sitting me down at a chair by the table. "I'm making pancakes," he told me with a smile.

"With ice cream and maple syrup?" I asked hopefully. 

"Anything for you," he smiled, pecking my lips gently before moving away to make pancakes. 

I looked out the window and saw it was a hot day out. "What're we doing today?" I asked, looking back over at my husband. 

"I've something in mind, but you'll have to wait and see," Mycroft winked at me. 

I squirmed with anticipation, though I wasn't sure if that was because My was making pancakes or because he had something else planned. He never ceased to spoil me. 

Agter a while, Mycroft placed a plate of pancakes in front of me, ice cream and maple syrup drizzling down the sides. "Thank you, baby," I grinned, before wolfing down my food. Mycroft began to eat as well, but nowhere near as fast as I did. 

Once we had both finished eating and Mycroft had stacked the dishwasher, he helped me up. We went and got dressed before Mycroft smiled at me. "Shall we go?"

"Yes, but where to?"

Mycroft smiled again. "You'll see. Come on."

I took Mycroft's hand in mine, and he led me out of our holiday home. We walked along the walking track, which was covered in trees and winding, on an upwards slope at one side. As we walked along the track, we both appreciated the sounds of the birds and insects that chirped in the trees. We talked about random things as we walked, laughing happily. The hill went downwards, and we followed along, coming down onto a beach with warm, yellow sand that squished between our toes once our socks and shoes came off. 

"Do you want to go for a swim?" Mycroft asked.

"I don't have my swim shorts," I frowned. Mycroft raised an eyebrow at me, and I realised what he meant. "You mean... Skinny-dipping?"

"Yeah," Mycroft said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. He began to strip off his clothes without a care in the world, and I followed suit.