Mystrade Oneshots

46) Distracted Dinner

This oneshot is based off of episode fifteen of series seven of the Big Bang Theory. Check it out, it's great.

I don't think I need to clarify I don't own that show cause otherwise I'd be writing this from my yatch, not my sofa.

An irritated but rather deflated sigh escaped Gregs lips as he gazed out the window rather than into his boyfriends eyes. The view from the little seaside restaurant was delightful but Greg would rather be showing it to Mycroft than feel like he was a bored school boy daydreaming of escape.

When he eventually returned to the land of the living he recieved a sympathetic look from John who was sat opposite him on the table with one arm wrapped around Sherlock.

Mycroft had just returned from talking business with his PA Anthea, although he was now back at the table he was making no effort to drop the conversation.

Sherlock leaned over to his boyfriend. "Can it still be classed as a double date if one of the couples has spent the whole evening as if they despise each other?" He whispered, which earned a grin from John, who quickly coughed to cover it up when he met Gregs eye again.

"Ok, I need to speak to my boyfriend in private." Greg announced loudly, standing up and locking eyes with Mycroft. "Right now"

Sensing that it would be best to leave them to it, John turned to Sherlock. "There's a place not far from here, under the pier, apparently three murders took place there. You wanna go take a look?"

"Aw John, that sounds so romanti-"

"Oh give it a rest!" Greg exclaimed, tired of watching his two friends be all lovey dovey.

"Lets go." John said quickly, getting up and pulling Sherlock after him.

Greg turned to Anthea. "Why are you still here?"

"Excuse me. I think you're being a little rude." Mycroft interrupted, standing up to look his boyfriend in the eye.

"I'm being rude?!" Greg returned, anger very present in his voice. "You've been rude to me this entire evening!"

Mycroft looked put out. He hadn't done anything wrong, not that he could see anyway. "How is that possible? I've hardly spoken to you since we got here."

Anthea opened her mouth to say something but Greg interrupted her before she could. "Leave." He said flatly.

"What is your problem?" Mycroft asked, his tone a lot harder than he ever thought possible.

Disbelief poured from Greg like a confused waterfall. "It's valentine's day, we're supposed to be having a romantic weekend!"

"Oh really?" Mycroft practically erupted. "Because I remember you saying that this trip was going to be something we could both enjoy. Did you mean that or were you just trying to trick me?"

Greg was a little taken aback by this. He paused for a moment to carefully consider his next words. "Fine. It's true. I deserve romance and I didn't know how else to make it happen."

"Well if you want romance then lets have romance. Oh look there's wine!" Mycroft replied through gritted teeth, picking up a glass of wine and downing it in a very short time. "Now lets gaze into each others eyes!" He then got very close to Gregory's face, making sure to lean down as he did so to make the other man feel small.

Greg backed up slightly. He was confused and upset and ever so slightly afraid. "Mycroft-"

"Lets see, what's next, oh kissing's romantic." Mycroft closed the distance between them and stayed there for a few seconds before he felt all his anger melting away. He carefully adjusted himself into a more comfortable position and brought one hand up to cup the side of his boyfriends face.

Greg was caught very off guard but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the kiss maybe just a little bit. "That was nice..." He muttered when they finally pulled away.

Mycroft hadn't moved very far from the shorter man and was currently gasing absent-mindedly into those gorgeous, deep-brown eyes. "...Good."

A small smile found Gregs face for the first time that evening. The soft warm feeling that filled him wasn't even effected when Anthea walked back in looking like she had something very important to say.

Mycroft didn't notice at first but Gregs gentle sigh soon alerted him. He glanced back to confirm his suspicions and heard his boyfriend whisper something. "It's ok, go. The fate of England is more important."

Mycroft smiled softly down at Greg and took his hand. "England can wait for one night." He answered, waving a dismissive hand in Antheas direction. "Come on, lets go. The stars are particularly bright tonight."

Greg nodded happily and let Mycroft lead him out of the restaurant. They spent the rest of the evening walking along the beach together and talking about how awful the food was in that restaurant.