~Eighteen~

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Upon feeling a familiar presense join him in bed, Mycroft shifted closer, smiling when he felt familiar and warm arms pull him into a gentle embrace. No words were spoken, yet so many were also spoken.

Eventually, Greg broke the silence.

"I love you."

Mycroft blinked, surprised to hear those words. His face felt warm, and his heart pounded loudly and happily.

"I love you too."

The words slipped out so easily, as if they'd been said thousands of times.

In the darkness, he could see the blush on Greg's face, and the small smile as well.

He knew he had a matching face, shifting to lightly peck his lover's lips.

The small peck ended up becoming multiple kisses, sometimes those three words being repeated.

A/n: s o f t

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