Author: mystrade-lecroft

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Let’s Play Deductions

mystrade-first-times:

The night had been perfect. Entirely, completely perfect. 

How does one end the best date of one’s life, when that date is with Mycroft Holmes?

“Well, this is me. Thank you again for dinner, Mycroft.” He left his hands where they were, shoved in his pockets, and tried to think of ways to stall for time. “I had a great time.“ 

"As did I, Gregory.” For the first time all evening, Mycroft looked unsure as well. Greg hoped that it was because he didn’t want to leave either. “May-”

Greg had started talking at the same time. “Your eyes are dilated." 

"I’m sorry?" 

"And your breathing is heavier. I bet if I took your pulse, it would be racing,” He was tempted to reach out his hand and take Mycroft’s wrist, turn his hand palm-up so they could both see the veins and press his fingers to the indentation that would prove his point, but he thought his point was getting across well enough without too much showmanship.

“What are you doing?" 

Greg offered a bright, cheeky grin. "I’m deducing," 

"And what is your conclusion?” Mycroft’s voice seemed lower than usual, and Greg did his best not to react to that. 

“My conclusion, Mr. Holmes, is that if I were to kiss you right now, you would let me. In fact, I think you’d enjoy it." 

"Very good, Detective Inspector. But surely you know that in your line of work hypotheses must be proved before they are given any credence." 

"Are you telling me I’m right?" 

"I’m telling you that you ought to find out." 

So he did, stepping into Mycroft’s space and leaning up just a little to bring their lips together. The taller man wasted no time in kissing back, the hand that wasn’t holding his umbrella moving to rest on Greg’s jaw, holding the DI lightly in place as their kiss deepened, Mycroft’s lips parting for Greg’s tongue.

Too soon, the government man drew back. "Was your evidence conclusive, Inspector?” He asked, voice a low purr.

Greg made a show of pressing his fingers to the pulse point in Mycroft’s neck as he tried to catch his own breath. “Yeah, I’d say so." 

"And how do you intend to proceed?" 

"Dinner, same time next week?" 

"Lovely.”

Can you guys describe the first day Greg moved in?

mydwynter:

MYCROFT: *swallows hard*
GREGORY: Stressful. But good. Really good. It was—
MYCROFT: A dream come true.
GREGORY: *mouth closes* Hm. Yeah. It was.
MYCROFT: I didn’t fully understand until it happened. Things were fine, before Gregory. But he makes my life so much better. So much more. I don’t think I could adequately describe how like a dream it is, to know he’ll be there at the end of each day. “I were but little happy, if I could say how much.”
GREGORY: You took the words out of my mouth.
MYCROFT: Moving in with me was like Shakespeare?
GREGORY: “So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
MYCROFT: …
GREGORY: …
MYCROFT: You are perfect.

Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them.
Past answers are here.

Gregory, what’s something that Mycroft does that’s so sexy and arousing that you just can’t keep your hands to yourself?

mydwynter:

GREGORY: When he’s been cloistered away at work for a while, he comes back…erm. Missing me.
MYCROFT: Intensely.
GREGORY: That’s when I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, even if I wanted to. Knowing he wants me is one of the strongest aphrodisiacs I know.
MYCROFT: And I do want you.
GREGORY: I know.
MYCROFT: Intensely.

Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them.
Past answers are here.

Greg, does it ever bother you that you and Mycroft are on such uneven footing when it comes to intelligence?

mydwynter:

MYCROFT: I choose not to grant the premise of the question.
GREGORY: It’s the truth, though. Don’t be obtuse.
MYCROFT: It’s not. If I’m chess, you’re poetry. Different sets of skills, different endgames, but you understand people far better than I ever could, and you have a sincere depth of care which I could never tap into in a lifetime of learning. Uneven in a certain sense, fine, but not unequal.
GREGORY: *hearteyes* “I were but little happy if I could say how much”?
MYCROFT: Tonight is going to be a very good night.

Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them.
Past answers are here.

Thanks Gentlemen for taking these questions. Simple one for you both. What is the easiest way to make each other laugh whenever the need arises?

mydwynter:

MYCROFT: That’s not a very simple proposition at all, really. It’s remarkably difficult. *grabs his cup of tea*
GREG: It is. I can make him sigh with annoyance, no problem. Frustration, sure. But laughter? It’s hard, and often comes unexpectedly.
MYCROFT: *innocently, over the rim of his cup* That’s what he said.
GREG: *loses it*

Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them.
Past questions are here.
(Note: Spoilers for Accord will be avoided. Or at the very least, joyously misconstrued.)

Greg and Mycroft, here’s a scenario for you. You haven’t seen each other in weeks, and you find out that you’ve got the chance to spend an hour together before it’s back to the grind. What do you do?

mydwynter:

GREG: *ponders* I could get my leg over in an hour. Easy.
MYCROFT: *eyebrow*
GREG: What?
MYCROFT: That’s the first thing you think of?
GREG: And it’s not for you?
MYCROFT: I didn’t say that.
GREG: You’re calculating how fast you can come, shower, and get back into your suit so we can have a cup of tea.
MYCROFT: Have I mentioned recently that I deeply appreciate you?
GREG: Just this morning, but you can say it as many times as you like.

Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them!
Past questions are here.

Mycroft and Greg, how do you take your tea?

mydwynter:

MYCROFT: He takes it with milk, no sugar. And I prefer it—
GREG: With milk and a little bit of sugar. Unless it’s something intended to go with dessert, in which case he doesn’t want sugar at all. I’ve always assumed it’s because there’s enough sugar in the dessert and he likes the contrast.
MYCROFT: *surprised noise*
GREG: What? You think you’re the only one who pays attention?
MYCROFT: I have told you recently that I appreciate you…
GREG: Just a few minutes ago. But that’s okay, keep it coming.

Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them!
Past questions are here.