"They're crooked."
Greg stopped humming Fairytale of New York and glanced down at his husband. "So? They're Christmas lights Myc, they don't have to be perfect."
Mycroft gave a longsuffering sigh at Greg, who was currently balanced precariously on a stepladder to put the lights up in the first place. "Gregory, how can you possibly expect me to enjoy Christmas when the lights are crooked."
"Well it's a good job I don't expect you you to enjoy Christmas then isn't it?" Greg replied, without a care in the world.
Mycroft sighed again, this time out of pure exasperation. "Gregory, I simply don't understand why you make such a fuss about it. You're not religious, and sending cards or presents to people seems like such a waste of time."
Greg continued on his merry way, hanging up more lights only pausing to glance at Mycroft and say one thing, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips. "You're Scrooge, you are."
Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Bah Humbug."
Greg shot his husband and warning glare and recieved a rather unimpressed eyebrow raise for his efforts. "Well I think you're lacking, Myc."
"In what?" Mycroft inquired.
"In your observation skills." Greg returned, grinning knowingly to himself.
"Oh? How so?"
"Look up."
Mycroft was weary of the instruction but did as he was told anyway, he glanced up to see a small bundle of mistletoe hanging above him. He looked back at his husband's glowing features and his face flushed. "I- Well, yes, I regret not spotting that sooner.."
"Thought you might." Greg responded in the tone of a man who knew he had the upper hand and was enjoying it immensely. "Do you still care about the lights or is there something else on your mind now?" He teased.
Mycroft couldn't respond, he was flustered, too flustered - and Greg knew it, he watched his husband struggle to reply for a moment, soaking in a 'lost for words Mycroft Holmes' before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Better?"
"N-not really no." Mycroft muttered, still slightly dazed about the whole affair.
Greg smirked. "Well are you still worried about how crooked the lights are?"
"Not really no."
"Good. Now go put the kettle on and stop staring at my arse. You can have a proper kiss as soon as I've finished with these lights." Greg responded, going back to hanging the decorations.
Mycroft simply nodded and moved towards the kitchen. Needless to say, he never complained about the lights ever again, no matter how much the asymmetry drove him insane - he knew Gregory could do that better.
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Mystrade Oneshots
Fanfiction[Discontinued] These are oneshotes I used to write years ago, but haven't in a while as my life has moved on. It is unlikely I will ever post more of these, but you are welcome to read through the old ones. I hope anyone reading this enjoys the one...
