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CHRISTMAS DAY!!!

GUYS!!! The day is finally here!! I wasn't going to do a chapter today (because I'm with family) but I had a change of heart after reading the comments about how much you love Mycroft so here's a bonus mini chapter!

Hope you all had an AMAZING day!!!

(Also tell me what you got for Christmas because I'm nosey 😂)

Love ya! xxx

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Mycroft- Christmas Day!

As you bounded off down the wooden stairs like a whippet, you were followed swiftly my Mycroft who was still half a sleep (so he was slightly less graceful).
"Slow down (y/n)!" He called after you after he saw you dive into the sofa. You looked around you in awe. There must have been about thirty gifts! Half for you, half for Mycroft.
"Mycroft!" You yelled, in a joy-induced haze; sitting upright on the sofa. With this call, he hurried over to you and sat down, placing his hand comfortingly on your knee as you rocked backwards and forwards giddily.
"Well?... You going to open one? He whispered into your ear, making your smile extend even further into a flourished grin. Several boxes and gift wrappers later, you and Mycroft had opened everything. After thanking each other sincerely, Mycroft suggested
"How about we make some breakfast?" You nodded and rose up from the chair, following him eagerly as he grabbed your hand softly.
"Cinnamon apple pancakes?" You asked, whilst skimming through a festive cook book. He gave no answer for a few seconds so you looked up at him in curiosity. You were met with his deep, oceanic eyes riveted onto you. Without breaking his gaze, he crossed to you slowly and murmured
"Change of plan... Forget breakfast..."
He was right in front of you now, looking down onto your innocent yet experienced face. He raised half of his mouth in a jaunty smirk making you carelessly drop the book you held onto the countertop. You felt his warm arms snake round your waist and you shuddered slightly with pleasure, he then proceeded to effortlessly lift you up to sit on the countertop so that you were just about eye level with him (you were a little higher). Slowly, you eased yourself forward, allowing your eyes to close and letting your lips navigate their own way in the darkness. From out of the uncertainty, they suddenly met with something soft, smooth and comforting. Mycroft's lips. You started off softly but, sure enough, you began to steadily cascade into stronger passions. Not wanting to pull away, you leaned in even closer and heavier on him until he lost his balance. He came crashing down to the floor, backwards, with you swiftly following and landing on top.
"Sorry..." You muttered in pain "I should have looked how far I'd leaned."
Mycroft just brushed your restless hair out of your face and planted another loving kiss on your nose.
"Well. No harm done... Lucky for me, you are extremely light"
You giggled as you laid your head on his chest and listened to his relaxed melodic breathing (which had been slightly stirred by what just happened)
"Well it's Christmas Mycroft. I'm not going to be light for much longer!.." You giggled as you squirmed your way off your boyfriends chest and back to the upright position. "My metabolism is as slow as a tortoise" you laughed again.
"I highly doubt that precious" he replied, smiling. You expressed back a grin of contentment before adding
"Now... About that breakfast..."