Kiss Me
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description: To not blow an arrest, Greg has to kiss someone as cover. His partner is not happy about it.
pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Greg Lestrade
prompt: "Was it better?" (Mystrade Monday Prompt #84 @mystradepromptsandscenarios )
genre: established relationship, kissing, kinda case fic I guess, insecurities get the better of Mycroft, gentle, understanding Greg, they talk about it, happy ending
word count: ~1.5 k words (I really struggle to keep it under 1000 words. I was trying my best. 🥲😂🫶🏻)
trigger warning: mentioning of guns
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Greg's heart was beating in his throat as he leaned in and pressed his lips on hers. Her hands found their way into his hair and a shiver ran down his spine. Her lips were glossy and her warm body pressed uncomfortably against his own.
Loud footsteps became audible as two men turned into the alleyway. They stopped short and a rough laugh came from one of them.
"That's just two drunk lovers, Jack." A deep voice said. "Always too anxious." The other man grumbled something under his breath. Then, Greg heard them walking away again.
After another moment, Greg pulled back.
"That was close," Donovan mumbled, adjusting her jacket. Greg hummed and with a grimace rubbed his hand over his mouth. That definitely hadn't been on his bingo card for today.
"Sorry for kissing you without your consent."
"Nah, boss. Rather an unannounced kiss than a blown cover," she said with a light laugh. Greg nodded. His eyes travelled towards the alleyway entrance and then towards his watch.
"It's nearly half past eleven," Greg mumbled. "The delivery exchange should happen any minute now." Donovan nodded and pulled out her gun. Greg did the same as they walked towards the corner.
The Detective Inspector looked carefully around the corner, finding three men standing in front of a car. Two of them seemed like the bodyguards of the bald, short one, who was tapping repeatedly with his left foot. The short man stopped though as a black car came rolling into sight.
"Get ready," came through his in-ear. "The buyer is arriving." The car stopped just in front of the three men and a tall, bulky man got out. Followed by two equally tall men with guns in their hands. A sigh escaped Greg as the grip around his own weapon increased.
The Detective Inspector watched as the bald man and the tall bulky one talked for a few minutes until they shook hands. The bald one nodded at his companions and one of them opened the car boot.
"Move in!" The voice was ordered through the in-ear.
Greg stepped out of the alleyway. "Go, go, go!"
"Police! Stop moving!" someone else shouted as Greg moved further forward, his gun pointed at the group of men. For a moment, more than one gun was pointed back towards them. But the ring of police officers got closer around the six men. Soon the bald man swore under his breath and laid his gun onto the ground. The other men followed shortly after him.
As Donovan covered him, Greg moved forward, taking out his cuffs. He grabbed the hands of one of the men who had nearly spotted them in the alleyway.
"You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you..." An elbow in his face stopped him abruptly. With a groan, he stumbled backwards.
He heard some shouting.
Some intense rustling.
A deep grunt.
And cuffs that fell shut.
"Boss, you good?"
Greg looked up, finding Donovan standing next to him.
"Yes," he uttered, carefully checking his lips. When he pulled his hand back, a bit of blood was on his fingertips. A curse left his lips while he watched as the six criminals got taken away towards police cars.
"Are you sure, boss?"
Greg only hummed. Donovan pressed a handkerchief against his lip.
"Thanks," he mumbled. Donovan said something, that he somehow missed but nodded nonetheless. She looked once more at him, before she walked over to the other officers.
Greg wasn't quite sure how much time had passed when he noticed a new car approaching. He started to walk towards it as soon as he saw the driver.
"Would you please get in Detective Inspector Lestrade?"
Greg nodded but turned to find Donovan. When their eyes met, he waved his hand and with a nod, she said her goodbye. A small smile flashed over his lips before he got into the car.
The unfamiliar streets soon started to turn into streets he had learned to recognise since they had become a thing. Greg huffed a quiet laugh. A thing was certainly the wrong term for what they had become. He and the man he loved.
The car stopped and Greg's eyes drifted towards the townhouse in front of him.
"Thanks for the drive," he said, opening the door to step out. The Detective Inspector inhaled the fresh air deeply before he made his way to the front door. He had gone through the security so many times that he was sure he could do it while sleeping.
The hallway was quiet but under one door was still shining light. A soft smile spread on Greg's lips, even though it still hurt from the blow he had received. He got rid of his shoes and jacket before he walked further into the hallway. In front of the door, he stopped and knocked.
"Come in."
Greg pushed the door open. In a wingchair, Mycroft sat in front of a crackling fireplace. He was already dressed in his light blue striped pyjamas, which Greg absolutely adored on him.
"You stayed awake?" Greg asked as he stepped closer. Mycroft's eyes slowly lifted from the book he was reading.
"I couldn't have slept without knowing," he mumbled. Something warm pulled inside Greg's chest. His hand found Mycroft's shoulder and he leaned in to kiss the other man.
He had missed him all day. He had not believed he would ever feel this again. Missing his love. But he had today and finally, he could kiss his love again.
Mycroft turned his face and Greg's lips only met his cheek. Greg pulled back and furrowed his brows. For a moment, he didn't find any words.
"What is wrong?" Greg then asked.
Mycroft cleared his throat and stared into the fire instead of meeting his eyes.
"I have observed the arrest over CCTV," he explained after a few beats of silence. Greg let himself sink onto the armrest of Mycroft's chair.
"I knew you would," he said with a light chuckle, despite the sudden heaviness he felt in his chest.
"I have also seen the kiss you shared with Detective Sergeant Sally Donovan."
"I hope you know that it was only to save us from getting caught," Greg answered immediately.
For a moment, Greg's hand hovered over Mycroft's, afraid his partner would pull away even further. With a deep breath, he embraced Mycroft's hand and gave it a little squeeze.
With his free hand, Mycroft carried through his hair.
"I came to the same conclusion."
"But?" Greg knew there was a but. He saw it in the way Mycroft's shoulders were pulled up. Noticed it in the way Mycroft was still not looking him in the eyes.
"Was it better?"
"What?" Greg flinched at the sudden unevenness of his voice. He cleared his throat. Finally, Mycroft turned his head back to him.
"Was the kiss better than the ones we shared?"
For a moment, Greg had to close his eyes. He struggled to register Mycroft's words. A breath trembled out of him.
"No," he simply said. "If I'm honest, it hurts me that you even consider I could find a kiss from another human better than your kisses, love."
A quiet whimper left Mycroft's lips as he returned the squeeze from Greg's hand.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Gregory," Mycroft whispered.
"I don't even know where that sudden emotion came from. But when I saw you two kiss..." He took a breath. "That thought, that someone else could be a better fit for you, crawled into my mind." Mycroft rubbed his eyes. "And I'm aware that my insecurities play tricks on my mind..."
"Mine do that too from time to time, but when I look in your eyes, when you hold me and kiss me, I know that those insecurities are nothing more than rubbish." A soft chuckle escaped Mycroft's lips and a flicker of a smile appeared on them. Greg lifted his free hand and cupped the other man's cheek.
"Can I finally kiss you now, love?"
With shimmering eyes, Mycroft nodded.
"Please kiss me, darling."
Greg leaned in. Their kiss was light and a hum escaped Greg's throat. Mycroft's lips were warm against his own and Greg could still taste Mycroft's last tea. Oh, Mycroft and his tea. A grin spread on Greg's lips. The other man's hand found its way to Greg's waist and the salt-and-pepper-haired man was pulled closer.
"I love you," Greg whispered between kisses.
"I love you too, darling," Mycroft answered with an unsteady voice. "I love you so much."
"Oh, love." Greg wrapped his arms around the other man. Carefully he wiped away the few stray tears that were working their way down Mycroft's cheeks. He leaned in once more and planted a gentle kiss on Mycroft's forehead.
"Let's go to bed, love."
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