It was only about an hour since Greg had gotten home, had a shower and began getting ready.
Throwing on a white shirt and some charcoal coloured trousers, before standing in front of the long mirror that hung a little wonkily on the side of the wardrobe.
"Now, a tie or no tie?" He mumbled, moving to hold the red tight in front if him- as if he was wearing it. Hesitating a little as he did, before hearing the doorbell ring.
"No, I didn't think so.." he mumbled before throwing it back down and tugged on his blazer which matched his jeans.
"Be there in a minute!" He called through, adjusting his hair with a brush of his hands before running out of his bedroom and through the hallway, down the stairs and to the door and unlocked the two, very secure, locks on it. Revealing the, very stunning looking, Mycroft Holmes stood outside.
"Hello.." Greg greeted, smiling instantly upon seeing the auburn, hoping he didn't look too bad compared to Mycroft's appearance.
Mycroft had waited patiently, sorting his hair out in the small translucent window on the door and within moments it opened.
The older Holmes brother quickly cleared his throat and stood there like nothing happened as he gazed at Greg, admiring his form, his appearance. From the foxy greying hair to the undoubtedly well dressed frame.
“Evening Gregory.” Mycroft politely replied with a warm smile to match, a small pink tint to his cheeks.
“You look rather dashing. Not all for me I hope.” He teased ever so slightly, the older Holmes brother miles better than Sherlock at any of these things.
Greg's cheeks caught fire at Mycroft's words as he smiled shyly,
"Your such a tease.." he murmured, opening the door a bit more, "why don't you come in? I just need to sort something out in the bathroom then we can head off.." he spoke, walking to where the stairs met the floor.
The house looked a whole lot better than when it had been ransacked the other day. The picture frames still stood fairly tall, apart from one on the side cabinet was turned still facing down.
"You can wait in here if you like?" Greg suggested, running a hand through his greying hair, "I'll only be a minute.." he smiled, before heading quickly upstairs and into the bathroom.
Mycroft happily stepped, gazing around at everything as he headed into the house further, seeing Greg’s family photos and noticing the one faced down.
“Of course. Take your time.” Mycroft nodded once, being the gentleman as always as he turned to Gregory, watching him head up the stairs. Mycroft wasn’t afraid of this, not like Sherlock. Though he certainly was afraid of heading to the pub with the man. Pubs were certainly not his thing.
Stupidly, Greg had taken a bit longer than a minute and was still rather busy brushing his teeth and checking his hair again for what must've been the twentieth time this evening.
Mycroft knew exactly what he was doing and from the bottom of the stairs as he gazed up with a small frown and a small smirk.
“You know I will kiss you even if you hadn’t brushed your teeth!” He called, getting straight to the point as he waited wide hands folded behind his back.
At that Greg came out of the bathroom and down the stairs mumbling an apology. He smiled happily, until he stumbled over the last step and into mycroft,
"sorry.." he laughed nervously.
Mycroft watched with a warm smile as Greg came down the stairs. Though his reflexes kicked in and he caught Greg on the bottom step with a small breathy laugh, a hand coming to cup Greg’s cheek.
“Nothing to apologise for...” he quietly hummed back as he held his gaze. He soon caved in though, leaning in until their lips met in a soft, warm, calming kiss.
Gregory’s lips were extremely soft, warm and plump compared to Mycroft’s and they felt like heaven.
Greg kissed back softly bringing a gentle hand to Mycroft's neck, before pulling away slightly,
"Let's maybe actually go on our date before we end up in my bed, shall we?" He giggled a little, the tip of his nose on Mycroft's as he looked up at him.
Mycroft didn’t want to pull away but he nodded, clearing his throat with a tiny blush.
“Apologies... just couldn’t help myself.” He teased ever so slightly before reluctantly pulling away to head for the door.
“Come on then detective, take me to your... local.” He said distastefully but playfully as he smirked towards him.
"My local?" Greg giggled, walking beside the official as they stepped out into the cool night air and then picked the door.
"You mean a pub?" He asked, a little baffled as to what the official meant. Smirking at the idea.
Mycroft walked Greg along, walking at a comfortable and slowish pace. Half wanting to drag it out and spend as much time with him. Though he frowned at this as he continued to walk.
“Local... isn’t that what people call a pub near where you live?” He asked with a blush.
"I don't think so, unless the elderly people do.." Greg smirked, as he held Mycroft's hand, "you're so adorable..." he murmured as he caressed the auburn's knuckles gently.
Mycroft’s eyes widened as he felt Gregory’s hand in his own and he smiled, holding to his hand tighter as they walked down the road.
“Well.. I don’t try and be adorable nor elderly. I do try to keep people guessing though.” He chuckled a little as he continued to head down the road hand in hand with the silver fox.
"Yeah, I've realized that.." Greg giggled softly, keeping hold of Mycroft's hand.
"Which pub is it that we're going to anyway?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly before glancing over to Mycroft.
Mycroft frowned at this, heading down the road with his hand in Greg’s.
“Um... I don’t know.” He chuckled a little as he glanced over to the detective inspector.
“I was hoping you had one in mind.” He blushed ever so slightly, a rather innocent look on his face.
"How about the fox and hound?" The detective inspector replied, "it might be a little more accustomed to your tastes.." he smiled. As they turned a corner, "it's just down here."
Mycroft nodded at this as they headed down the road hand in hand, feeling rather happy at this all.
“I trust your judgement.” He chuckled as they approached, smiling happily and rather innocently. He hoped this would be the perfect date, wanting to make Greg happy.
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A Study In Sleep
Fanfiction-- It's been months since Sherlock has returned and he's beginning to feel something for his blogger. It first starts off with them both falling asleep on the sofa together and John not opening up about things. Will John open up and will they discov...
