I wrote a smutty/kinky Mystrade Christmas fic for you guys:

A Mug and Cufflinks – Greg goes to Mycroft’s for a Christmas evening.

teaser below the cut

Greg took a breath as he adjusted the present under his arm. The townhouse was in only the best part of town, of course. Understated and fairly non-descript, with only a wreath on the door as some sort of concession to Christmas cheer. He smiled a little and raised his hand to knock, only to have the door open before his hand fell.

“Inspector, please come in.” The woman was older, bowing slightly to him as she let him inside and took his coat. Of course Mycroft would have a few servants around. “Master Holmes is expecting you in the study, sir.”

“Thank you.” Greg shifted, a little uncomfortable as he followed her down an eggshell painted hallway and into the room. Tall shelves were stuffed with books. A tastefully decorated Christmas tree stood in one corner and a pair of leather chairs faced the fire.  It looked just like a Christmas card, or something out of a novel and it smelled wonderfully like pine and old books and leather.

Mycroft sat delicately in the right hand chair, sipping a glass of no doubt very fine wine. The umbrella leaned against the side, just in reach. Smiling and ignoring the feeling of vague inadequacy in the back of his mind, Greg moved into the room. A grey cat jumped down from where it had been curled up on the arm of Mycroft’s chair, gave Greg a look and made its way over to a bookshelf, jumping up and curling on the ledge.

“I didn’t know you had a cat,” said Greg, taking the other seat.

Mycroft poured him a glass of wine. “Does anyone truly own a cat?” he asked philosophically.