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Writingmas - Day 18!

Mycroft oneshot- waking up next to him

(You guys all seem to like my Mycroft oneshots so I'm doing another one 😉)

As the glimmerings from the morning sun nipped at the corners of your eyelids, they were forced to flutter open suddenly. You yawned calmly and rubbed your eyes, slowly bringing your hands down until your palms rested on your rosy cheeks after you did so. Slowly, you rolled over in bed to your left to spy Mycroft, still peacefully asleep. Deep down, you didn't want to disturb his bliss but you really wanted a hug... Gently, you stretched out your forefinger and softly poked his nose. He twitched a little and you giggled so you tried again. This time he awoke with a deep inhalation, taking in the bright air of the morning.
"Good morning myc.." You cooed as he slowly but surely stirred into consciousness. He smiled at the presence of your voice and brought up his arm to wrap round your body. Carefully, he slid his warm, comforting hand across under the duvet and clasped your waist before pulling you closer to him. His arm was so strong and warm against your slightly chilly body that you felt as if any outside forces -whatever their intention- would never harm you. You returned this gesture with a light hearted sigh and giggle before reaching your own hand round his back and up to his neck to run your fingers through his hair. His hair was unnaturally smooth and elegant which is why you loved to play with it, his body wasn't bad either... You marvelled at how good he looked in those pyjamas... After realising you were starring, he broke the silence.
"Good morning" he finally replied as he caressed your side with gentlemanly composure. His touch tickled slightly so you fidgeted beside him. Noticing this, Mycroft pulled you in further still, his hands resting firmly on the smallest part of your waist. You were practically nose to nose with each other by this point and you had slid a little way under the royal purple and gold duvet. Tenderly, you leaned forward; your lips met with harmonic synchronisation making you grin cheekily and tighten your grip on his neck for a moment. On finally pulling apart, Mycroft smiled lovingly as he gazed into your gorgeous eyes. You could do nothing but stare back, in utter awe at the beauty of this man. You felt incredibly lucky that Mycroft, heart of stone, core of the British government would fall for a moderately attractive simpleton like you.
"I love you so much Mycroft, never forget that ok?" You said longingly as he squeezed your waist reassuringly.
"I love you too precious. I will never let you go" he whispered back in your ear as he pulled the duvet further over you both in bed until you could not be seen.
"I love mornings......"