Mycroft came home and kissed me passionately. He pressed his hand to my lower back causing me to moan.
'Mycroft's girl' was printed in ink.
"Don't do that." he said.
"Why not?"
"It drives me crazy."
It was quiet for a moment.
"Sorry." I whispered walking out of his arms.
I stepped into the kitchen.
"Love, I-"
"It's fine."
It was quiet and I grabbed some bread.
"I told Lastrade about us."
"What?!" I nearly screamed.
"It's okay, he said its alright. He owes me a few favors."
"You could lose your job."
"Nothing is as bad as losing you."
I started eating my sandwich.
"Lets watch a movie, huh?" he questioned stoking my cheek lightly.
"Come on, love. You can pick." He bribed.
"I'm not in the mood." I growled.
"Come on, I was just-"
"I'm not in the mood, now drop it." I ordered.
He huffed and sat on the couch.
I walked upstairs and laid in the bed. Asshole.
I slept ing the bed alone, and came downstairs to see Mycroft uncomfortably sitting on the couch rubbing his face.
"Did you get much sleep?" I asked.
"Thanks to you. None." he sighed.
"Well, I'm going to school." I announce picking my backpack up.
