Mystrade Oneshots

1) Snowballs

"Hey Myc!"

Mycroft turned around just in time to see a snowball fly towards him. He stood completely still for a moment before slowly reaching up to wipe the cold substance away from his face. When he opened his eyes again he saw Greg beant over, one arm wrapped around his stomach and the other placed firmly on his knee for support. He wasn't laughing, at least not loud enough for Mycroft to hear, but his trembling shoulders seemed to suggest he was very close to doing so.

"Oh my god..." He wheezed as he slowly stood up right again and wiped the water away from his eyes. "Your face..."

Mycroft shot Greg a very unimpressed look. He sighed shortly and rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's antics.

"Oh come on Myc, it's just a bit of snow." Greg said, still grinning to himself.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows at that. "Is that so? Well then you won't mind if I do the same to you."

Greg's smile fell and his eyes went a little wide. "You wouldn't."

"I don't see why not, after all Gregory, it's just a bit of snow."

"Yeah but-"

"You have three seconds."

Greg didn't know if Mycroft was serious but after he watched the man bend down to collect some snow, he was a little more convinced.

"Myc-"

"One."

Greg didn't stick around for the other two seconds, he turned and ran as fast as he could.

Mycroft looked up to see the retreating figure of his boyfriend. He smirked to himself, he had hoped that would happen, even though he knew Gregory so he knew it would. But it was always much more fun when they ran. He didn't have overly good upper body strength, but he knew how to calculate a throw.

Greg stopped in his tracks when a snowball landed right next to him, he barked a laugh and turned round to gloat. "You misse-" He began, but was stopped as a snowball hit him right between the eyes. "Bloody hell that's cold!"

Mycroft was quickly making his way over to Greg, observing the man worriedly. "I'm sorry, are you ok?" He called.

Greg was already gathering snow, and before Mycroft had even got close another snowball hit him square in the chest. He stopped in his tracks, obviously Gregory was fine and judging by the gleam in his eye, Mycroft was about to get a whole lot colder.

Greg already had several snowballs in his arms by the time Mycroft was close enough to realise. He throw all three of them in Mycroft's direction before quickly dodging one that was sent his way. He looked up to see Mycroft smirking, which was slightly worrying but it was nice to see him look so relaxed, or maybe not relaxed but happy.

Greg's utter joy at seeing his boyfriend as playful as this didn't last long as he felt the familiar cold wetness of a snowball flying right past his head. He dipped down to pick up some more snow before chucking it at Mycroft, a large grin on his face. The retaliation to that was a whole bunch of snowballs being throw at him, seemingly with no end.

He raised his arms to his face to defend himself as he felt snowball after snowball hit him. He giggled loudly. "Alright, truce, truce!" He yelled, hoping that Mycroft would accept that.

"Why? It's just a bit of snow." Mycroft replied, smirking to himself.

"Ok, ok! I get it! It won't happen again!"

Mycroft dropped the remainder the his snowballs and smiled triumphantly at Greg, who in turn, had his own relieved smile. Mycroft made his way over to the other man, trying to gage whether he went too far and Gregory was angry with him. Him didn't think that would be the case but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Hey Myc, you wanna make snow angels?" Greg asked as Mycroft got close to him.

"Snow what?"

"Snow angels, y'know, you lie down in the snow and make an angel shape."

"Why would you want to lie in the snow?"

"Cause it's fun, come on, try it." Greg proceeded to lay down in the snow, right then and there, dragging a protesting Mycroft with him.

"Gregory!" Mycroft exclaimed, not really annoyed, maybe a little surprised and confused though.

"What? It's just a bit of snow."

"I thought we agreed you won't say that anymore."

"Make me." Greg responded indignantly.

Mycroft sensed the opertunity to shut his boyfriend up with a kiss and took it, quickly leaning in, ignoring the fact they were both lying in cold, wet snow.

Greg was a little surprised, but not unhappy in the slightest when Mycroft kissed him. He had kinda hoped that would happen.

It was a while before either of them moved, or even remembered where they were, but both were content like that, as long as they were together.