mycroft has her long, thick auburn hair pulled back in a tight bun, her long bangs swept into the twist, an elegant style. she wears little makeup, just fills in her thin brows and some mascara, maybe some brown pencil liner. her rounder face is prominent, and her nose is sharp. she stands tall in her grey fitted suit. her skirt stretches over her wider hips and she has a little bit of fat on her waist and tummy, but her skirt is high and it nestles right into the dip of her waist and makes her look really curvy. she’s the head honcho and isn’t afraid to fire and call out people. everyone looks to her for advice in a time of need, and while she’s impassive and ruthless in the office, her little sister’s wellbeing is her main concern, as her loss would break her heart.
her girlfriend, lestrade, is more laid back but still undeniably important. she has silver hair (that she used to be worried about, but then decided that she didn’t need to pretend to be young to be beautiful) that’s either tied back into a high ponytail when she’s working or half-up, half-down with a black pin, her glossy grey streaks falling down either side of her face. her dark eyes are sharp and intense and she has a pretty smile. she wears trousers and a jacket, unlike mycroft, but she works them all the same. her bum is nice and round and her stomach is a good mix of firm and soft. she’s a bit more muscular than her girlfriend, but she’s not completely satisfied with her body, with her knobby knees and the tiny wrinkles between her breasts. still, mycroft loves them, and tells her in the privacy of their bedroom that she’s a beautiful silver star. while she often makes mistakes that cause sherlock to scoff at her, she is incredibly smart and even more devoted. she’s always drinking a coffee and sometimes has a pencil behind her ear. sal, her male partner in the office, always has to remind her to take her shoes off the desk or not to take three of the dozen donuts for the office. she never listens. also, she cares for sherlock just as much as her sister does, to the point that she’s hopelessly devoted to the pair of them. she spends her nights with mycroft watching over sherlock and her friend, watches them struggle to get to the point they’re at. they stay up and lestrade cooks and mycroft snides at the fats in the chicken but eats it anyway. sometimes they have cake, though it takes a bit of persuading mycroft, as she still struggles to shed off that soft layer of fat on her hips and stomach. but lestrade likes them. she likes to kiss them and nibble them and grip them, and when she does, mycroft’s a bit too preoccupied to care.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like fem!strade, fem!croft, mystrade, and fem!lock.
You: We need to talk. I believe you hold some incorrect assumptions about the nature of any possible relationship between us. -MH (m or f)
Stranger: Do I now. GL (f)
You: Yes. -MH
You: I have less than socially acceptable tastes. -MH
Stranger: What tastes? GL
You: I am polyamorous. -MH
Stranger: Right. GL
You: Do you understand? -MH
Stranger: I'm not stupid, you know. GL
You: I know that. You are far from stupid. I simply meant if you understood the implications. I would like to know how this information has altered your thinking. -MH
Stranger: I've been in a polyamorous relationship before. They just forgot to tell me. GL
It's called cheating. GL
You: So you think that how I live is wrong? -MH
Stranger: How you live is your thing. GL
You: But you think it is wrong. I see. -MH
You: I take it you are no longer interested. -MH
Stranger: Thanks for clearing that up. GL
You: I am sorry if I have hurt you. I only meant to be honest. -MH
Stranger: I don't share, okay? It rips all kind of wounds open. It's nasty. GL
You: I understand. I am sorry, but this is who I am. -MH
Stranger: But why? GL
You: Why? Because I have always been this way. I enjoy being involved with two people at once. -MH
Stranger: Who are you involved with at the moment, then? That assistant of yours? GL
You: Yes. Anthea and I have been together for three years now. -MH
Stranger: What's her opinion on this whole thing? GL
You: She witnessed two of my previous relationships while she was working for me so she was aware of my nature long before we began dating. I have always been open and honest with her. -MH
Stranger: How quaint. GL
You: Perhaps it would help if you talked to her? -MH
Stranger: No, thanks. GL
You: Alright. I do not know what else to do. -MH
You: Are you no longer speaking to me? -MH
Stranger: Don't you think it's unfair to your partners? GL
You: Not if I am honest with them and they have agreed to it. Anthea understands and she has accepted it. We had another partner of her choosing for a year, but they broke up with us. -MH
Stranger: Why? GL
You: They decided the arrangement no longer worked for them. -MH
Stranger: And what exactly would such an arrangement look like? GL
You: It looks however we want it to look. I had a relationship where one party was sexually involved with me and the other was not. That worked for us. -MH
Stranger: Right. GL
You: Another relationship worked on a schedule. We had dates for the three of us and then one on one dates. Sex worked the same way. -MH
Stranger: Ever had them both in the same bed? GL
You: Yes, when it was the three of us wanted. -MH
Stranger: Does Anthea even like me? GL
You: Yes. She finds you quite attractive and enjoys the interactions you have. -MH
Stranger: What if I don't like her? GL
You: You do not have to sleep with her, but she will not be disappearing. A relationship would require you to spend time with her and accept her place in my life. -MH
Stranger: I have to spend time with her? GL
You: Yes. At the very least an emotional relationship would exist between the three of us. -MH
Stranger: Have you any idea how much you're asking of? GL
You: I do, yes. -MH
Stranger: Bloody hell. GL
You: I understand if this is not what you want. -MH
Stranger: So this is over? GL
No chance in hell? GL
You: If you are willing to give this a try then it does not have to be over. -MH
Stranger: Told you, not sharing. GL
You: Then I am afraid we have no future. -MH
Stranger: How would you feel if I had a relationship with somebody else? GL
You: It would be something to discuss. -MH
Stranger: And just sex? GL
You: Again, something to discuss. -MH
Stranger: You know, I think it's a little unfair. You spend all day with her, and more often than not the night. And don't lie, I know you work your arse off. But how can I be sure you're not rutting each other's brains out while I stay home and mind the dust bunnies? GL
You: If you wanted we would agree to a set schedule or whatever else would make you feel comfortable. Anthea and I do not acknowledge our relationship while we are working. -MH
Stranger: Don't acknowledge it? How does that work? GL
You: We stay professional. At work I am her boss and she is my assistant. There is no sex or intimacy. Simply business. -MH
Stranger: She's good with that? GL
You: Yes. We cannot allow our emotions to cloud our judgement or come before work. -MH
Stranger: Course you'd say something like that. GL
You: I am me, I do not know what else I should say. -MH
Stranger: So, she's living with you? GL
You: For the most part yes. However she had a separate flat for appearance sake. -MH
Stranger: And I'd be living with you, too? GL
You: If you wished, yes. -MH
Stranger: In your bedroom? GL
You: Again, if that is what you wanted. If you preferred you could also keep a private room. Anthea does. -MH
Stranger: I'm not a teenager, Mycroft. I like to share my room. GL
Actually I need to share my room. Anything else would be ridiculous. GL
My parents have separated bedrooms. GL
You: Anthea occasionally enjoys her own space. Especially after a mission. I simply meant that you can have whatever you like in that regard. I do not wish for you to be uncomfortable. -MH
Stranger: She'd not get jealous? GL
You: No. We had a partner who always shared my bed and Anthea was not bothered by that. -MH
Stranger: What if you two want to get off? GL
You: Then we will do so either in my room or in hers. You can be present if you like but you do not have to be. -MH
Stranger: This is the most fucked up thing I've ever heard of, and that means something. GL
You: I would appreciate if you did not insult my relationship simply because it does not appeal to you. -MH
Stranger: Sorry. GL
You: I love Anthea. We are committed to each other. There is no changing that. We have agreed on every partner we have brought into our relationship. There was always the intention for it to be permanent, but as you know relationships fall apart. -MH
Stranger: I think that's my problem, I'd be terribly jealous. GL
Already am, actually. GL
You: I understand why you would be. -MH
You: Neither Anthea or myself are cheaters and we do not tolerate it. -MH
Stranger: Who needs cheating when you already have two people to shag at your leisure. GL
You: Again, cease with the insults. -MH
Stranger: I wasn't even insulting! GL
You: Fine. -MH
You: I simply meant that if you chose to become involved with us, you could be assured we would not treat you less than you deserve. -MH
Stranger: Holidays? GL
Stranger: Christmas? GL
Stranger: Family dinners? GL
Stranger: Am I to pretend we're perfectly normal to everybody else? GL
You: Anthea has no family. We spend holidays with my family or on our own. -MH
You: We could divide time equally between your family and mine. And you could tell your family the truth or lie to them. -MH
Stranger: What about vacations? GL
You: We could spend them all together or divide them equally between you and I, and Anthea and myself. -MH
Stranger: I can't believe I'm actually having this conversation. GL
You: Do you no longer wish to have it? -MH
Stranger: I think I need a drink and a soak, get my head straight. GL
You: I understand. If you wish to continue speaking, please text me. -MH
Stranger: [two days later] So, let me get this straight. GL
Stranger: You're into me, right? GL
You: Yes. I am. -MH
Stranger: How much? GL
You: Enough that I have explained my relationship to you. -MH
Stranger: And Anthea's into me, too. GL
You: Yes. But she understands that you may not want a sexual relationship with her. -MH
Stranger: Does she like me as much as you do? GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: And she'd be my girlfriend, too. GL
You: Yes. If she were not interested I would not have discussed any of this with you. I simply would have explained I was uninterested. -MH
Stranger: So, I'm polyamorous as well. GL
You: In this relationship, yes. -MH
Stranger: I can't just have you. This is a package deal. GL
You: Yes. It is. -MH
Stranger: Right. GL
You: How else can I make this easier for you? -MH
Stranger: I don't know. GL
I'm confused. GL
Stranger: I feel really really dumb. Which is not a particularly nice feeling. SH
Stranger: GL
Stranger: It's shite. GL
You: Why would you feel dumb? -MH
Stranger: Because I really can't wrap my head around it all. GL
You: That does not mean you are dumb. -MH
Stranger: Must be. GL
You: You are not. My brother is incredibly clever and he does not understand my relationship. -MH
Stranger: He knows. Of course he bloody knows. GL
Stranger: Knows about me, too, I take it. GL
You: He deduced my proclivities when I was seventeen. He is aware of Anthea and perhaps is aware of our mutual attraction, but he may be unaware we are talking about this. -MH
Stranger: He'd know if I said yes. GL
You: He would, yes. -MH
Stranger: Probably blurt it out in front of the entire Yard. No thanks. GL
You: He would not if I spoke with him on the matter. -MH
Stranger: Right. GL
You: My brother is an arse most of the time, but he does understand not to harass the people I love. -MH
Stranger: Did you just say love? GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: You love me, then? GL
You: Yes. I believe that I do. -MH
Stranger: Since when? GL
You: For a few weeks now. -MH
Stranger: Really? GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: Wow. GL
You: Anthea is aware if you are concerned about that. We spoke when I first became attracted to you. She has been aware of my feelings at every step. -MH
Stranger: Sorry, it's been a while since anybody told me that. GL
You: I understand. -MH
Stranger: May need a moment. GL
You: Very well. -MH
You: Take your time. -MH
Stranger: We didn't even have sex yet. GL
You: Sex is not necessary for love. -MH
Stranger: It's for me. GL
You know, see if your bits like each other as well. GL
You: I understand. I do not expect you to love me back at this point. -MH
Stranger: Cheers. GL
You: Do you have other questions? -MH
Stranger: Weren't those enough? GL
You: I know what is enough for me, but not what you need. -MH
Stranger: Communication is key, eh. GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: Do you ever do anything the easy way? GL
You: I have been told that I do not know how to do anything the easy way. -MH
Stranger: Damn right. GL
You: May I ask how you are feeling about all this at the moment? -MH
Stranger: Confused. GL
Stranger: Listen, I'm not sophisticated, I'm neither pretty nor young. Hell, I don't even know how to wear heels. I have no idea what you could possibly want from me. GL
You: I like you. I enjoy the way you think and your sense of humor. You have a sense of justice and mercy I respect. You treat my brother well and you do not think either of us are freaks. You are smart and kind. All traits I admire. I love Anthea because she is herself and I love you because you are you. I do not need you to be anything else. -MH
Stranger: I guess my tits are not half bad. GL
You: They are lovely. -MH
Stranger: I bet Anthea's are better. GL
You: They are different. Not better. -MH
Stranger: She's working out, I can tell. GL
You: She does a good deal of field work and she is in essence one of my body guards. -MH
Stranger: No, really. GL
You: I'm sorry? -MH
Stranger: You're not shitting me right now? GL
You: No. Why would I? -MH
Stranger: Bodyguard? GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: I see. GL
You: What do you see? -MH
Stranger: Nothing, I just said that to seem not as flattened as I am. GL
Stranger: Will I be having one, too? GL
You: A bodyguard? No. Not unless a situation arises that requires one. There would be added surveillance while you were outside our home. -MH
Stranger: Added surveillance. GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: I'm a cop, Mycroft. All I ever have around me is surveillance. GL
You: Are you protesting it? -M
Stranger: I'm carrying a gun! GL
Stranger: What even is 'added surveillance'? GL
You: It simply means that the people monitoring you would be higher up the chain. The response time quicker and the medical team more highly trained. It means that the second something happened Anthea and I would be notified. -MH
Stranger: Wait just a second. Are you telling me there's people further down the chain that are monitoring me right now? GL
You: Of course. They monitor everyone I come in touch with. -MH
Stranger: Tell me you're joking. GL
You: I would not joke about something like this. It is for my protection that these procedures are in place. -MH
Stranger: What are they monitoring? GL
You: Depends on the person. With you they simply keep a passive eye and assure help will reach you if something happens. -MH
Stranger: So you didn't bug my flat. GL
You: No. -MH
Stranger: Good. GL
You: What are you thinking now? -MH
Stranger: That I yell at the telly a lot, and that I'd have to kill a few people to keep my good name intact. GL
You: I see. -MH
You: Anthea and I would like to have dinner with you. -MH
Stranger: You mean a date? GL
You: Yes. -MH
Stranger: And that won't be weird? GL
You: No. Why would it be? -MH
Stranger: Is three people still a romantic dinner? GL
You: It is, yes. -MH
Stranger: What if I wanted to have dinner only with you? GL
You: Anthea would prefer our first dinner was all of us together. -MH
Stranger: Understandable. GL
You: Is is? -MH
Stranger: Not really, but I'm inclined to give it a shot. GL
You: I see. I appreciate your willingness. -MH
Stranger: Gee, willingness. GL
You: I wish for a relationship to be possible. I hope you will try. -MH
Stranger: I'm trying. GL
You: Thank you. Will you meet us for dinner tonight? We can do so in a public place or at our flat. -MH
Stranger: Not sure if a public place would make me feel worse or better. GL
You: It is up to you. -MH (what is her name?)
Stranger: (I'm always torn between Grace and Georgina. What would you prefer?)
You: (Grace.)
Stranger: (Grace it is.)
You: If you come to our flat I can cook and there is more privacy. -MH
Stranger: You can cook? GL
You: Yes. I often cook for us when we are not working. -MH
Stranger: Then have at it. GL
You: How is eight? -MH
Stranger: Sounds good. GL
Stranger: Should I bring anything? GL
Stranger: Not sure my wine taste is up to par. GL
You: Anthea is requesting dessert. -MH
You: We will provide the wine. -MH
Stranger: Dessert? GL
I can do dessert. GL
Shop bought dessert. Best in town. GL
You: Thank you. Shall I send a car or would you prefer an address to drive yourself. -MH
Stranger: Address will be more than enough. GL
You: Very well. (attached address) We are looking forward to tonight. -MH
Stranger: Yes, sure. See you then. GL
You: Thank you, Grace. -MH
Stranger: Don't thank me yet. GL
I haven't dated in forever. GL
You: I understand. -MH
Stranger: Do you really? I'm very, very, very rusty. GL
And nervous. GL
And I should stop talking. GL
See you tonight. GL
You: I do understand. I find your nervousness endearing. Do not worry. I am nervous myself as is Anthea. -MH
Stranger: You, nervous? Right. GL
You: I am. I have never been confident in dating. Anthea pursued me. -MH
Stranger: Fascinating. GL
You: Much about me is fascinating. -MH
Stranger: I know. GL
You: I was attempting a joke. -MH
Stranger: It's not funny, it's fact. GL
You: I see. -MH
Stranger: What? Can't I make you compliments? GL
You: I was not objecting. I was simply taking a moment to enjoy that you find me fascinating. -MH
Stranger: I agreed to a date with you and your girlfriend. I think that speaks for itself. GL
You: Thank you. -MH
You: (did you want to move on to dinner?)
Stranger: (yes, please. I'm actually excited.)
You: (yay, I'm glad! Can I give you my email on the off chance we lose this. I'm just really enjoying this one and omegle tends to screw me over.)
Stranger: (we actually rp'd a couple of weeks ago. Somehow got lost in the ether, or something. I'm [email protected])
You: (oh what was the rp?)
Stranger: (Lestrade was a writer and Mycroft her ex.)
You: (Oh. I don't know how we lost that one. We can continue it too if you want.)
Stranger: (I'd like to concentrate on this one for the moment, if you don't mind. I find it intense. We can pick the other one up later, if we're still up for it.)
You: (Sounds good to me. I'll go ahead and get the paras started for this.)
Stranger: (Excellent, thanks so much.)
You: (Absolutely.:)) Mycroft had made sure the flat was cleaned and in pristine condition for Grace's arrival. He and Anthea had showered together, trading kisses and intimate touches, both eager for what this night might lead to. They wanted Grace in their relationship. Anthea had dressed in a tight fitting smoke grey dress with a collar that scooped low enough to put her clavicles and the top of her breasts on display in a lovely way. The hem fell to her knees and she wore a pair of black heels. Her honey and chestnut hair was curled lightly. She looked as beautiful as always as she helped him put the finishing touches on their dinner. He'd chosen a light grey suit for himself with a darker grey waistcoat and a deep red tie.
Stranger: Grace had fussed far too long with her appearances, until there was a big chance she'd be running really late instead of just fashionably late-ish. But what did one wear to a date with someone of the likes of Mycroft Holmes and Anthea? She didn't think she owned even a single shred of clothing that would be remotely close to their taste. Chances were, her entire wardrobe had cost as much as a single pair of shoes she always saw the other woman wearing. In the end, she had called it a day, slipped into a tight black pencil skirt and white blouse with her nan's pearls. Now she stood in front of the door, cab long gone, cold air travelling up her freshly shaved legs and wished she had thought to wear red lipstick. Red lipstick was sophisticated, wasn't it.
You: Anthea looked up towards the door when she heard a cab stop and then pull away again. She looked to Mycroft with a grin and smiled at her. She grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and stood on her tip toes to kiss him softly before going off to open the door and let Grace in. Her heels clicked across the dark wood floor as she walked and he enjoyed watching the sway of her hips. Anthea opened the door with a subtle smile. "Hello Grace."
Stranger: Oh god, here they were. And oh, she was breathtaking. "Hello," Grace murmured and hoped she didn't sound as strangled as she felt. These people really wanted her in their life? She told herself to get her shit together and held out the paper bag with their dessert. "I hope you like chocolate cake. There's ice cream in there that should get to a freezer soon. Right now would be preferable.
You: Anthea's smile grew. "I adore chocolate cake, thank you." She took the bag from Grace, their fingers brushing briefly. "Please come in." She stepped back and held the door open for Grace. Mycroft poured three glasses of wine and handed one to Anthea as she passed him on her way to put the ice cream in the freezer. "Hello Grace." He smiled, holding another glass out to her. It was a white wine, a crisp one that Anthea was fond of.
Stranger: Grace already felt a little light headed, but gratefully took the glass to have something to hold onto. "Hey," she breathed and already took a big gulp without waiting for either of them. She felt like a teenager again, awkward and unprepared. Which was ridiculous, because they weren't teenagers. At all. And hadn't been for a very long time. "Smells amazing, really. What's for dinner?"
You: Mycroft noted her nervousness and felt himself calming slightly at the confirmation that he was not the only one who was nervous. He smiled at her reassuringly. "It is baked salmon with a risotto and asparagus." He told her. He was fond of salmon himself. Anthea put the ice cream away and set the cake on the counter before coming to stand beside him with her glass of wine held gracefully in her lovely fingers.
Stranger: Seeing them stand side by side made the palpitations even worse now. She didn't fit in here. The place was posh, the food was posh, the wine was terrible posh. Never mind the people. What had she been thinking. Blinking, Grace looked down at her sensible heels and cleared her throat. "Yeah, no. Can't do it," she murmured and thrust her glass in Anthea's empty hand. "So sorry for the hassle, but I gotta go."
You: Anthea set both glasses aside and captured Grace's wrist in a lose grip, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable. "Please don't go." She said, looking at her with a small frown. "We both really would like you here. We have been looking forward to dinner since you agreed to it." Mycroft spoke up then. "Yes, and we are both as nervous as you. Please stay Grace."
Stranger: Grace stopped, swallowed, stared down at Anthea's perfectly manicured fingers around her wrist and for a moment there wondered if she could break her arm now if she wanted to. Probably. "Listen," she sighed and stood straighter, carefully extracting her strangely tingling wrist. "You're a great couple, you really are. And don't even get me started on how sexy you are. But this isn't me. I wouldn't fit in and we'd all get hurt in the process. I'd really like to avoid that."
You: Mycroft frowned. "I am afraid you are building us up in your mind to be something that we aren't. When we aren't working Anthea wears old sweat pants from her uni days and one of my shirts. I don't get out of my pajamas. We've spent whole days in bed when we could, just being lazy and not showering. We are not perfect people."
Stranger: "You look pretty perfect from where I'm standing," Grace scoffed and shifted on feet, crossing her arms in front of her chest, completely forgetting how many buttons she had left open on her blouse. She was in D.I. Lestrade mode now, which was always a little further away from things that were Grace.
You: Anthea's cheeks flushed lightly as Grace's crossed arms made her shirt open enough to see her breasts. She glanced away, not wanting to be caught checking Grace out, afraid it would make things worse. "We were nervous. We wanted to make a good impression so we dressed nicely and tried to make the flat look clean." Mycroft told her.
Stranger: "My flat didn't even look this clean when I moved in," Grace muttered almost a little petulantly and accusational. Admittedly, that flat was the first thing she had found after finding out her then husband had cheated on her, and aesthetics hadn't really played a big role back then. "And you always dress nicely. Don't pretend you don't own a whole room full of bespoke suits, and don't lie, I've seen them. You never wear the same one twice."
You: "Everytime you have seen us before now, it has been while we were working. We dress impeccably for work." Anthea said, looking at Grace again and trying to keep her eyes trained on the other woman's face instead of her breasts. "The flat gets quite messy normally. We paid a team to clean the flat for tonight."
Stranger: "He," she pointed at Mycroft with a rather stabby finger before clapping her hand back onto her forearm, "owns a country house. And a town house! Never mind a super secretive office underneath his very own Gentlemen's club! Don't tell me what's normal. I grew up in bloody Bromley!"
You: Anthea frowned more and crossed her arms, taking a step back without really realizing it. "I come from money. I have never hidden that Grace. Why does it matter that I have a country house and a town house and an office and a Gentlemen's club? I am still a man like any other. Anthea and I are interested in a relationship. All that matters is the type of people we are and what we desire." Mycroft told her, noting Anthea's discomfort with the argument.
Stranger: Grace groaned and brushed her hand through her hair, looking up at the ceiling to get herself back under control. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me there. I didn't mean to get all shouty," she looked back down, and her heart dropped when she saw Anthea having stepped back like that. "Really, look, I really like you. I do, and you're being awfully kind to me here, but don't you think I should leave before I destroy more of your evening?"
You: Mycroft looked at her and tried to figure out what to say to make her stay. He wanted this so badly. "We don't want to make you uncomfortable if you've decided this truly isn't what you want. But you should know that your departure would ruin our evening more than you staying possibly could. We want you here. So please take a moment to be sure you want to leave."
Stranger: She was starving, she was wearing her sexy underwear, which wasn't really comfortable, and she really wanted to eat that chocolate cake. And there, they both really looked like they meant what they were saying. With a groan, Grace carefully stepped closer and took her glass again. "I'll need more wine," she huffed before downing the glass in one go, very unladylike.
You: (one sec)
Stranger: (sure)
You: Anthea dared to look hopeful, picking up her own glass and downing it as well in an equally unladylike manner. Mycroft chuckled at the two of them. "Thank you." He told Grace with a smiled. Behind him the oven chimed that the risotto and salmon were done. "Please have a seat, I'll get the plates." He said and Anthea put a hand at the small of Grace's back, leading her to the small table where she and Mycroft usually shared their meals.
Stranger: Grace still held onto her empty glass as she walked forward, Anthea's curiously slender fingers all but searing through her blouse. Wondering just what these fingers were capable of was probably not the best route to go down before dinner, and she was glad when she could sit down and have Anthea a bit away from her. Just the one foot private space that allowed her to think.
You: Anthea took her usual seat at the table and Mycroft carried over three plates. He set them down and took his own seat. Anthea smiled at them both, glad this was happening, happy they were about to share this meal. Mycroft refilled their wine glasses. "Please eat."
Stranger: Grace cleared her throat and took another sip of wine before she started to eat, sneakily watching the others. Her tablemanners weren't the best, and she just needed to see what she was up for here. Nothing too posh, at least. No more than the normal amount of forks and knives on the table. Good. And then there was the food itself. She actually moaned around the first forkful, closing her eyes to fully enjoy her first proper meal of the day. "This is good," she murmured and pointed down, "you can really cook."
You: Mycroft smiled a bit shyly and Anthea grinned. "He really can. About eighty percent of the reason I stay with him." She teased. She ate her salmon and took another sip of her wine. "I am glad you enjoy the food." Mycroft said to Grace, used to Anthea's teasing.
Stranger: Who would have guessed. Mycroft Holmes, cooking. Doing normal couple things. Sherlock probably was having an aneurysm across town right this very moment. "It's not often that I get real food. I can't cook to safe my live, and there's only so much good Chinese you can eat within 48 hours."
You: "I try to cook every few days when work allows." Mycroft told her. He was glad they seemed to be settling down and talking now. He hoped that meant that the night would continue to go well. "I cook every once in a while, but I'm nowhere near as good as he is."
Stranger: "I set my kitchen on fire last week," Grace lifted her hands for a moment, as though giving up on something. "And that was only heating something up in the microwave. I'm a health hazard, really." This started to feel normal. She could really do normal. She was the queen of normal.
You: Anthea giggled at that. "I burn half of what I cook." She admitted. Mycroft just looked at them both, shaking his head fondly. "I'm more than happy to cook for the both of you." He assured, hoping to save the flat from fires in the near future.
Stranger: Grace swallowed heavily at that and looked down at her plate, falling silent as she concentrated very hard on eating. But eventually she had to say something, feeling far too awkward. "I'd probably get fat in no time being cooked for," she commented in a low voice, hoping the half teasing tone was a t least a little bit audible.
You: "Sherlock keeps you more than busy on cases. And his cooking is healthier than all the take out. I'd wager you might actually lose weight." Anthea said. "I did when he started cooking for me. He's rather health conscious."
Stranger: Grace's eyes strayed up to Anthea, widening slightly before she looked down at her stomach. "Do you think I should lose weight?" She asked, rather panicked. She had always been under the impression to be rather fit. That was the one thing she had going for herself, the gym at the Met and the time she spent there.
You: "What? No. I didn't mean for that to sound like you should lose weight." Anthea glanced at Mycroft nervously. She didn't want her misstep to ruin everything. "I think you're perfect like you are. And Mycroft does too."
Stranger: Right. Grace leant back, wiping her lips with the napkin before taking another big gulp of her refilled glass. "I'm far from perfect, really. Not the youngest anymore as you might have noticed."
You: "That doesn't matter to us." Anthea told her. Mycroft agreed wholeheartedly. "Your appearance doesn't matter, though it is something we both enjoy. You're age doesn't matter. All that matters is who you are." Mycroft said, meeting her gaze and willing her to understand. They wanted her. They wanted her in their lives. Wanted the humor and messiness she'd bring to it.
Stranger: "Do you always talk like that?" She asked, pointing between the two of them. "I mean, for the other one and in plural. Because that's kind of creepy."
You: Anthea flushed at that and looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the stem of her wine glass. "Not usually, no. But I'm nervous." Mycroft looked at Anthea and then at Grace. "I am doing it simply because I know our feelings are the same and I was trying to be concise so you had less time to worry and want to leave again."
Stranger: Grace sighed and leant forward again, her legs crossed under the table. "I didn't mean it like that, you know. It wasn't critique, just I don't know. I've never been on a date with two people at once, I'm out of my depth. So far, actually, I don't think my feet are still on the floor."
You: "If it makes you feel any better, this is the first time that Mycroft and I have attempted to date someone that we work with in any capacity. We have always dated people who had no ties to our work. It's new to us." Anthea told her.
Stranger: "Talk about new," Grace sighed and slightly rolled her eyes. Really, either this wine was far too light, or she was holding her liquor much better than she had expected today. Oh no, there the buzz was. "I haven't dated anyone since Tom, and I ended up being married to him for twelve years."
You: Anthea sipped her wine as they listened to Grace talk. She shifted in her chair, her legs stretching out the slightest bit as one of her feet came to rest accidentally against one of Grace's calves. "It has been two years since we dated last." Mycroft told her.
Stranger: Grace froze when she felt Anthea's foot touch her bare skin, a jolt going through her entire body. It was just because she was strung taut, that was all. "Anybody famous?" She asked, just to say something.
You: Anthea tensed just slightly, but she didn't move her foot. She wasn't going to move away unless Grace did first. "Once. A relatively popular model. Anthea met her while undercover for work. When her mission was finished we met with her and started a relationship." Mycroft explained.
Stranger: "A model," Grace nodded slowly, looking more than impressed. She was a far cry from a model, but she really wanted her. They had told her a dozen times by now, it started to settle in. This wasn't just flirting with Mycroft at a crime scene or another, this was serious.
You: (I have to move down stairs real quick and it may take me a few minutes to get settled and I could lose connection. IF that happens my email is [email protected], but hopefully we'll be fine. So just give me a few minutes.:))
Stranger: (take your time.)
You: "Her work kept her moving around the country and eventually it ended our relationship." Mycroft explained. "She needed a relationship she could let the media see and understand. A polyamorous one might have killed her career."
Stranger: "If I ever make it to Chief Superintendent, this might be a problem as well," she murmured, shocked that she was talking about something like this. The future. Scary. So scary that she had to shift her leg and press it closer to Anthea's foot.
You: Mycroft nodded. "That is understandable. However, in your case you would be under much less media attention so you could make the relationship official with either of us as far as the public eye was concerned. It would be unlikely anyone would be actively looking for dirt."
Stranger: "Or find anything for that matter, I can imagine you're good at burying," she murmured under her breath and leant back in her chair again, hand resting on her full stomach.
You: "We are yes, part of the job I'm afraid." He admitted. Anthea dared to moved her foot carefully up and down Grace's calf. Mycroft knew what Anthea was doing and so far Grace seemed to be taking it well.
Stranger: Grace swallowed, starting to feel rather warm underneath her clothes. She actually needed to clear her throat before she could talk again. "Wonder what would happen if you needed to bury me," she murmured and suddenly pulled her leg away when it was getting too much.
You: "Why would we need to bury you?" Mycroft asked curiously. He hoped that Grace's pulling away from Anthea wasn't a bad sign. Anthea left her foot where it was in case Grace changed her mind and wanted to be touching again. She finished her wine and Mycroft refilled her glass.
Stranger: "Dunno, because I blundered. And I blunder a lot." She shrugged and held her glass out for a top up. "Don't you ever feel the need to bury an embarrassing ex?" She slowly relaxed again, allowing her legs to inch forward. This really felt like a teenage crush, sneaking not so forbidden touches under the table.
You: Mycroft refilled Grace's cup for her as he replied. "I only bury our excess if they are attempting to cause problems for us. We had an ex who did not like the circumstances in which our relationship ended so he tried to make a fuss."
Stranger: "A fuss?" She asked and her leg found Anthea's foot again, her heart beating in her throat. This really was forbidden. "And where's he now? At the bottom of the Thames?"
You: "No. He's in America." Mycroft said with a bit of a grin. Anthea ran her foot along Grace's calf again, looking across the table at her with a bit of a shy smile. She wanted to see Grace's top open a bit again like it had earlier.
Stranger: "That doesn't sound ominous at all," Grace rolled her eyes and now the warmth definitely started to creep up into her cheeks. This was happening. In all actuality. And here she thought she had come for Mycroft.
You: "It's not. I did not harm him. I simply put him out of sight." Mycroft said, his hand went under the table and came to rest carefully on her thigh. He expected her to move away from his touch, but he wanted to touch her. It seemed a bit unfair to let Anthea have all the fun.
Stranger: Grace actually twitched in her seat now, definitely not having counted with that. She stood suddenly, her chair scraping over the floor as she stood at the table with a flushed face. "Dessert, anyone?" She asked, her voice sounding strained and far too high.
You: "Of course. Yes." Anthea stood to help, walking to the freezer to retrieve the ice cream. She reached up into the cabinets and pulled down three glass bowls. She left the cake to Grace.
Stranger: Her hands were shaking a little and she took a deep breath as soon as her back was turned on them both. She could do with a little pep talk now, being able to do something people only ever dreamt of. She cut up the cake quickly, and without dismembering herself which impressed her quite a bit. "It's very gooey, was still warm when I bought it," she announced as she returned to the table, avoiding their eyes.
You: "It looks delicious." Anthea said, resuming her seat and putting the bowls of ice cream down in front of them. Mycroft hummed his agreement and topped off their glasses with the last of the wine. "I am glad you agreed to this, Grace." He told her seriously.
Stranger: Grace smiled up at them shyly and before she could embarrass herself again, she started eating, humming around the spoon. Yes, good dessert. Well done. At least something was right.
You: Mycroft and Anthea ate their dessert, and it was good. They ate for a while in relative silence, enjoying the peace of the evening and the possibilities that laid out before them. Anthea moved again to stroked her foot along Grace's calf, strangely eager to stay in contact with her.
Stranger: Grace almost inhaled her last piece of cake when Anthea's foot returned, moving this time. And she was just so glad she had thoroughly shaved earlier and her legs were smooth and moisturised. "Is there more wine, anywhere?" She asked and drained the last bit out of her glass.
You: "Yes. Would you like more?" Mycroft asked, taking a few more sips of his own. He hoped that they might be able to convince Grace to join them in bed after dessert, but he didn't want to push her,
Stranger: "Yes, please," she murmured and then remembered her manners. Which was quite a feat, considering she'd rather wriggle around on her chair. "That is, only if you're joining me. I don't want to hog all your expensive wine."
You: "I will indulge." Mycroft said as he stood and went to retrieve another bottle. He uncorked it and filled her glass again. Anthea took the last sip of hers but shook her head when he went to refill it. She never drank more than a few glasses. He nodded and filled his glass, sitting down again.
Stranger: Definitely buzzing now, full and content with dinner. And with the food gone and done with, there was nothing else to concentrate on for a while but Anthea touching her, and all those thoughts whirling around in her head. She had been with women before, when she was much younger. But she never had two people in her bed, and it was very daunting.
You: "Would you like to move to the couch?" Mycroft asked, thinking it might help for them to all be a bit more comfortable. The chairs were a bit hard after a while. He sipped his wine and waited for her answer.
Stranger: "Yes, of course." Grace was taken out of her reverie, ripped out of it and startled slightly. "Much more comfortable," how could she deny her hosts, that would be really impolite. "Thanks for the dinner, it was perfectly scrumptious."
You: "Thank you for the dessert. It was really lovely." Anthea said. Mycroft stood and put the dishes in the sink for later. Anthea offered her hand to Grace to help her stand.
Stranger: Grace looked at the hand for a moment, almost as if puzzled by it before she took it and rose, almost losing her footing when her legs caught up with the tipsy state of her head.
You: Anthea chuckled softly. "You're rather cute." She teased, her hand moving to rest in the small of Grace's back and steady her. Mycroft moved to her other side. "Come, lets sit." He said as he grabbed the wine bottle and led the way to the couch.
Stranger: "I'm positively sloshed," Grace admitted and this time at least could attribute her blush to the alcohol. "But I haven't been cute in years. Decades, really. The last time somebody called me that I arrested them."
You: "I apologize then. I did not mean to upset you." Anthea said, her hand shifting the slightest bit lower down Grace's back. Mycroft sat on the far left of the couch and put the wine bottle on the coffee table. He watched Anthea and Grace, his eyes tracing the lovely curves of their bodies, Anthea's familiar and yet endlessly exciting, and Grace's new and mysterious.
Stranger: She might as well have been naked the way she felt under Anthea's touch and Grace readily let herself fall into the of the couch, a foot away from Mycroft and leaving plenty of space for the other woman at her side. She would have preferred the armchair, but whatever that was in Mycroft's eyes automatically drew her to him.
You: When she sat Mycroft's hand moved to rest on her thigh again, testing the waters. Anthea sat, leaving no space between herself and Grace. Her hand moved from Grace's back to rest on her other thigh.
Stranger: Grace swallowed heavily and took a shuddering breath, quickly draining her glass once more before leaning forward and putting it on the table. She didn't want any broken glass now. Especially because both their hands were still where they had been just now.
You: Anthea's fingers stroked along her thigh through the material of her skirt. "You look really beautiful." She told her, her voice dropping lower so it was more intimate. Mycroft smiled, having always enjoyed watching Anthea flirt.
Stranger: "Don't feel particularly beautiful right now. I feel like a fool," Grace muttered, hating her blush, hating that her body gave so much away from what she felt when Mycroft and Anthea seemed so in control of themselves. She used to be better at this, right? At least she hoped she had been.
You: Anthea cupped her face and brought her gaze to her own. "You are beautiful. You aren't a fool at all." She assured her. She glanced down at Grace's lips and licked her own, wondering what Grace's would feel and taste like if they kissed.
Stranger: Grace caught the flicker of her eyes, watched that tongue dart out and her her lips opened in response. Snapping out of whatever had held her,she leant forward, whispering a, "shut up," before she kissed her, careful at first and then growing in passion and urgency.
You: Anthea made a surprised noise at the suddenness, but it quickly melted into a pleased hum. Her fingers shifted to tangle in Grace's hair, kissing her back with the same urgency and passion. Grace's lips were so very soft, the lower lip plump and rapidly becoming kiss swollen. Mycroft watched them, shifting closer and letting his hand stroke up and down Grace's thigh. They looked so very sexy together like this.
Stranger: Grace moaned, feeling herself get very aroused from that kiss alone. it was only a sign how long she hadn't been laid properly. Or touched with so much reverence. The hand in her hair alone made her melt just a little bit, reaching out for Mycroft's on her thigh to hold onto it.
You: He tangled his fingers with hers as Anthea continued to kiss Grace, sucking lightly at her lower lip. He pressed closer and brushed her hair aside before kissing softly along the side of her neck. Her skin was warm and soft, and she smelled wonderful.
Stranger: Grace had to break the kiss for much needed air, her technique slightly rusty. And maybe she had been a bit distracted, but who could blame her when Mycroft's mouth on her neck just felt so good.
You: Anthea took a moment to catch her breath before moving to press open mouth kisses along Grace's jaw. Her hand moved down and under the hem of Grace's shirt, stroking her bare leg. She wanted to touch her higher up, but she knew she needed to be slow.
Stranger: Grace gasped, body reacting automatically now. She turned her head, and nudged Mycroft's head up to catch his lips in turn now, quite overwhelmed by the difference to Antheas. While hers had been soft and plump, his were thin the slightest hint of a stubble on his chin, but his tongue just as hot and talented.
You: Mycroft kissed her back deeply, licking into her mouth and tasting the chocolate cake and wine. Underneath that was the lovely taste that was her. Anthea kissed down Grace's neck, her hand moving higher along the other woman's thigh.
Stranger: Her senses seemed to be on overload and she moaned into Mycroft's kisses. Touch, taste, smell. Her head was swimming with it, no place for reason as she tried to spread her legs invitingly despite the tightness of her pencil skirt. Christ, those fingers would be the death of her.
You: Anthea wanted to keep touched her, but the skirt was too tight so she moved her hand out from under it. Instead she focused her attention on Grace's shirt, pulling it free from the skirt and beginning to unbutton it. She nipped lightly at Grace's neck, fighting the urge to suck a possessive mark into her skin.
Stranger: The sudden change of tactic had panting and Grace pulled away to look down almost a little stupidly at what Anthea was doing. She was wearing rose coloured lace underneath, something she had felt rather stupid for when she had put it on, but now was grateful for. At least it did look nice.
You: Anthea leaned in and captured Grace's lips again. She could taste the faintest hint of Mycroft on Grace's lips and it made her moan softly. Mycroft's hands pulled the shirt free from Grace's body, laying it across the back of the couch. He kissed along her shoulder as his hand untangled from hers and stroked up her bare stomach.
Stranger: Grace shuddered in the sudden rush of cool air against her heated skin, her stomach dipping in where he touched her. But she merely reached out for Anthea, burying her hand in those sinful curls just as she had wanted all night long. Just to see whether they were all real. And maybe pull her closer into the kiss.
You: Anthea's fingers curled into Grace's hair in return, enjoying the softness of it as they kissed with more force. She was a bit hot and definitely wet with the desire to take Grace to bed. Mycroft leaned forward so he could press kisses along Anthea's neck. He sucked a mark into her clavicle, knowing she had clothes to cover the mark for work.
Stranger: They were both so close now, Mycroft pressing against her from one side, Anthea leaning in on the other and oh god, why were they all still dressed? The waistband of her skirt was perfectly itching on her skin. Never mind the lace of her bra over her hard nipples.
You: "Come to bed with us?" Anthea murmured as she broke the kiss, her fingers stroking along Grace's scalp where they were still tangled in her hair. Mycroft waited eagerly for her answer.
Stranger: Grace looked at her, lids heavy and lips feeling swollen. How could she deny them now, when they body looked at her with so much hope and yeah, well, it was probably mostly desire. "Yes," she breathed and felt quite light headed with it.
You: Anthea grinned brightly and kissed her deeply before pulling back and standing. She held her hand out to help Grace up again. Mycroft stood, shedding his suit jacket and leaving it draped over the couch with Grace's shirt.
Stranger: Grace stood and followed her in a daze, holding her back and pulling Anthea close as soon as they had stepped into the darkened bedroom. Her hands easily found the small of her back, the material of her no doubt expensive dress maddening on her naked skin.
You: She chuckled as Grace pulled her in close. "I have been waiting what feels like forever to touch you." She said, kissing along her jaw. Mycroft stepped into their room and flicked the light on. He adjusted the dimmer so the light was low, almost fuzzy and romantic, but so he could still see them. He pressed against Grace's back, his hands resting on her hips as he kissed along her shoulders again.
Stranger: Grace leant back against him with a soft exhale, starting to adjust to having to people paying her that much attention. "I hope I don't disappoint," she murmured and straightened her head as her fingers slid up Anthea's dress and found the top of the zipper to easily pull it down.
You: "You don't." Mycroft answered, kissing the side of her neck. Anthea smiled as Grace unzipped her dress, she shifted it off her shoulder and let it fall from her body, it pulling around her feet. She was wearing a dark black lace corset and a matching thong. She slipped out of her heels and kicked it all aside. Mycroft unzipped Grace's skirt and pushed it down her hips, letting it fall to the ground.
Stranger: Grace suddenly felt rather naked in her bra and lace knickers. Especially when faced with Anthea looking like /that/. Her mouth went slightly dry and she couldn't take her eyes off her, raising her arms as if to cover herself now.
You: "Don't do that." Anthea chided. "You're gorgeous and I want to see every inch of you." She reached around Grace and unhooked her bra, tugging gently at it and trying to encourage Grace to move her arms so she could pull it off. Mycroft nuzzled Grace's neck and let his hand shift between her legs to stroke her through her knickers.
Stranger: Grace was inclined to shake her head and keep her arms exactly where they were, but Mycroft's sneaky fingers took care of that. She went absolutely soft against him with a soft moan, head resting on his shoulder as her bra slid to the floor as well.
You: Anthea grinned and took a moment to drink in the sight of Grace's full breasts and how she went boneless against Mycroft when he touched her. "Bed." She said to Mycroft and he nodded, moving back so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Grace beside him. Anthea stood between Mycroft's legs and began to undress him.
Stranger: Grace was breathing heavily as she sat there, needing a moment to understand what was going on. Mycroft, right. Mycroft in his scratchy suit pressing against her entire back. Mycroft having to be out of his suit. She crawled onto the bed to kneel behind him, trying to undo his tie without strangling him.
You: Mycroft leaned back into her, his head resting against her lovely breasts. Anthea grinned at Grace and then leaned down to kiss lovingly at Mycroft's neck, his familiar scent only driving up her arousal.
Stranger: It was strange watching them like this, their familiarity, the feelings between them, all that history that she didn't know. She was actually a bit jealous now, not on either on them, but their intimacy.
You: Anthea pulled back after a moment to continue undressing him. It didn't take long to get him so he was in nothing but his silk underpants. Mycroft looked up at Grace and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her down for a kiss.
Stranger: Grace had almost resolved herself to watching, thinking that they might get lost in themselves. But no, here he was, and she went willingly, eagerly even, moaning when his tongue touched hers.
You: Anthea watched them kissing, taking their distraction as a moment to remover her corset and thong. She climbed onto the bed completely naked and pressed herself against Grace's back, hands toying with Grace's nipples.
Stranger: Grace had counted with a lot of things but not that, and she bit down on Mycroft's lip in shock, making a surprised sound in the back of her throat. Anthea's body was warm and impossibly soft against her, her long hair tickling where it touched her skin. But the part that actually made her moan out loud where her hands on her breasts.
You: Mycroft moaned in pleasure and pain when Grace bit him, his hand pulling reflexively at her hair. Anthea grinned at the moan that came from Grace's lips, continuing to play with her nipples. Mycroft let his fingers dip into Grace's knickers to rub at her wet pussy.
Stranger: Grace started trembling violently and just knew she couldn't take this for much longer. She grabbed Mycroft's wrist and pulled his hand away, in the same move pushing Anthea of her back and onto her own, so she could kneel between the other woman's leg with a triumpant grin. "My turn," she whispered and leant down to put her mouth on a taut nipple.
You: "Oh." Anthea gasped in surprise as Grace pushed her onto her back, she only had a moment to look up at her curiously before Grace's mouth was on her nipple. "Oh, oh!" She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Grace's hair. Mycroft moved to kneel behind Grace, pressing against her back and moving his hand between her legs again to rub at her softly.
Stranger: Grace groaned, for a moment panting against Anthea's breasts, unable to do anything else. Those fingers didn't seem to be able to stay away from there long. But two could play at that game. Pushing her hips back against Mycroft's erection, she leant over the other nipple, covering Anthea's breast with her hand to massage it softly.
You: Mycroft gasped as she rocked back against him, his hands gripped her hips as his attention was torn away from her pussy. He ground his clothed cock against her arse. Anthea moaned again, arching lightly underneath Grace as the woman continued teasing her nipples.
You: Mycroft gasped as she rocked back against him, his hands gripped her hips as his attention was torn away from her pussy. He ground his clothed cock against her arse. Anthea moaned again, arching lightly underneath Grace as the woman continued teasing her nipples.
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Stranger: Mycroft(19) had just finished for the day. He had been interning at Parliament for the past six months, and every day he didn't get off work until at least 10:30 at night. Which, being an uppity young gentleman, made it quite dangerous to be out that late. Especially if he was to take the tube. Which he does. Usually his ride on the tube is uneventful. But not this night. He had noticed as he was walking, he was followed for the last few blocks. When Mycroft walked to the underground, his stalker was considerably closer. Mycroft tried to stay straight-faced and calm. But as the doors to the carriage opened, he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. [continue as Lestrade please, he can be the stalker, or someone who saves Mycroft, I really don't have a preference]
You: (Do you want Greg to be male or could he be female?)
Stranger: (Whatever you want I'm not that picky)
You: (Alright. Just wanted to be sure.) Georgia Lestrade was 27 and had been working for MI6 for the last several years. She'd recently been assigned to investigate the young man who was interning for Parliament. His bosses were concerned about how quickly the man was rising, how clever he was. She started keeping tabs on him from afar earlier that month and decided that the best way to gain more information would be to talk with him in person under an assumed identity. "I'm sorry." She said as she touched his shoulder. "Um, I'm a bit turned around and it's late. I'm kind of nervous being by myself. Could I borrow your phone?" She tried, putting on an innocent look.
You: (Her friends call her George.)
Stranger: Mycroft turned and looked at the girl up and down. Most people would say it looked like he was 'checking her out' but Mycroft wouldn't bother himself with petty actions. No, instead he learning everything he could about her. Definitely not a criminal, which was comforting. Instead she was someone in the criminal and law enforcements division. She tried to look innocent, but Mycroft wasn't buying it. Nevertheless, he tried to look innocent as well. He put on a sweet smile, and handed her his phone saying, "Sure, go ahead, ma'am."
You: "Thanks." She smiled shyly, tugging self-consciously on the hem of her green jumper while she took the phone in her other hand. She dialed a number of a friend and let it go to voicemail, pasting on a rather convincing disappointed frown. She passed his phone back before tugging at her long brown braid. "Um, is there any way you could maybe help me get back to Kensington?(I know nothing about london so I'm making up places.)"
Stranger: Mycroft's mouth twitched in irritation at the dull request. Kensington was nowhere near his destination; Baker Street. Mycroft had made a habit of going to visit his little brother, Sherlock, once in a while, and tonight was one of those nights. What exactly was this officer(?), detective(?), agent(?), yes agent, trying to get out of him by making him take her to Kensington. He really didn't care or want to know. "Well, that's a bit out of my way," he said, trying to sound polite. (Haha it's ok neither do I really)
You: "Oh, uh, right." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her boot clad feet, scuffing the old things against the ground in a nervous manner. "Sorry to bother you. I'll figure something else out." She looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks for your help."
I am kinda in love with FemLestrade. I have a total headcannon that her unflattering work pants drive FemMycroft up the wall, and Mycroft sits in her office scheming of ways to get rid of them.
