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Day 5 – kissing

Greg loved all of Mycroft’s kisses. The minty kisses before bed, the sleepy morning kisses that never failed to start his day off right. There was the quick peck on the way out the door and slow kisses on the couch after a long day of work. And of course the passionate kisses with one pressing the other against the wall or the sofa or the bed.

Right now they were both in the kitchen making dinner on a lazy weekend afternoon with a bottle of wine. Mycroft handed Greg the spices and kissed his shoulder. Smiling, Greg added them in, checked the broth, and set the whole concoction to simmer before turning in his lover’s arms. “We’ve got about an hour for it to simmer.”

Mycroft didn’t respond, just cupped the back of his head and kissed him. Greg kissed back, tasting the wine on his soft lips as he backed him towards the table. He sat without breaking the kiss and pulled Mycroft down into his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Humming softly, Mycroft parted his mouth further. Greg kissed him slowly, savoring, wondering if he could make the kisses last until the food was done.

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Day 4 – On a Date

“Happy anniversary, love,” Greg offered the flowers to Mycroft as he answered the door.

“Thank you,” Mycroft said, taking them and pulling Greg inside to give him a short kiss. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call a car?” he asked as he took them into the kitchen to get them in a vase with water.

“I’m perfectly capable of driving us to a restaurant. Even was as fancy as you no doubt booked.” Greg leaned on the doorframe and watched him, smiling.

“You’ll love the food,” promised Mycroft, stealing another kiss before grabbing his umbrella on the way out the door.

They only got halfway there when a tire blew out. Cursing, Greg pulled the car to the side of the road and looked at the steady drizzle in the failing lite. Of course said fancy restaurant was out in the country and they hadn’t seen anyone on this road in miles.

“I’ll call…” started Mycroft, pulling out his mobile.

“Nope, I’m perfectly capable of changing a tyre,” said Greg, taking off his suit coat and getting out before Mycroft could argue. He opened the trunk as it started raining harder and pulled out the spare and the lift. As he crouched down the car door opened and closed and he looked up to find Mycroft standing over him with the open umbrella.

Greg gave him a small smile and got to work. It had been a while, but he was glad to know he remembered. It took a little longer than he would have liked, but it was changed and the blown was tossed in the trunk. When he got back in the driver’s seat, Mycroft was already on his mobile.

“No point calling, it’s already changed.” Greg started the car and turned up the heat, brushing wet hair from his eyes.

“Oh I know. I just cancelled the dinner reservation. There’s a rather nice bed and breakfast, and it’s closer.” Mycroft leaned in to kiss him again. “The restaurant wouldn’t let you in like that.”

Greg looked down and realized that not only was he more than a bit damp, but there was a dark streak of dirt and grease across the front of his white shirt. Mycroft reached over and pulled his tie free.

“We don’t have any spare clothes,” said Greg, then got a wicked grin on his face. “Don’t suppose that would be a problem though, would it?”

“I’d imagine not,” said Mycroft with a twinkle in his eyes. “I’ll give you the directions as we go.”

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basildawson:

is there a fic where john does no shave november and sherlock is like 😱👀😍 👅💦 the whole month, bc that is a good fic idea

Actually, yes, I kind of did this. I wrote one where Sherlock was gone the whole month and came back to John with a beard. It’s just a short little PWP, but if you’re interested: Unshaven

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Day 2 – Cuddling Somewhere

Greg and Mycroft didn’t always share a bed. Work schedules and crazy hours and keeping up appearances meant that they were both glad for a few nights a week curled up in one another’s arms. On this particular night, Mycroft had come in late from a trip overseas and walked into Greg’s flat just as he was getting ready for bed.

 

After a kiss hello, Greg had handed him the spare pyjamas he kept for him and they went straight to bed. Holding him, Greg watched him fall asleep before closing his own eyes. But he slept lightly and in the wee hours he was awakened by a soft whimper. “Hey, it’s okay,” said Greg softly, kissing Mycroft’s forehead and soothing his hands down his back until finally the blue eyes opened cautiously.

 

He searched Greg’s face for a long moment, then they closed again with a sigh. Greg gathered him against his his chest and kissed the top of his head. Mycroft curled tightly around him. Of course the official couldn’t say anything, even if he wanted to. Greg simply held him, toying with the hairs at the nape of Mycroft’s neck until he felt the other man’s breathing start to slow again.

Greg kissed the top of his head and smiled against his skin, glad to be the safe place Mycroft Holmes could cling to.

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janto321:

Holiday Bonus (1002 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Sholto/John Watson
Characters: James Sholto (Sherlock), John Watson
Additional Tags: John in Afghanistan, Christmas, Top John Watson, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary:

John takes what he can get on a cold Christmas night in Afghanistan.

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Day 1: Holding Hands

Mycroft Holmes wasn’t used to crowded spaces. His life was carefully constructed with personal cars and private entrances. There was little reason he should find himself rubbing elbows and shoulders in a packed throng of people.

But here he was. Because Greg wanted to go to the match and insisted that Mycroft see the game from the stands like a <i>normal</i> person. He was already calculating how he could make the Inspector pay for this later. The crowd pushed and pulled and he found himself gripping his umbrella tightly. He might not be in a suit, but that at least he carry without standing out too much.

Suddenly, Greg’s hand was in his, warm and solid and comforting, pulling him through the crowd. They came out the other side and Greg smiled at him. “All right?”

Mycroft gave a tight nod. Greg kept hold of his hand as they made their way to their seats, glaring at anyone that gave them a second look. He settled Mycroft and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” And Mycroft did mean it. He could see how happy Greg was to have him here. Even though they were no longer in a crowd, Mycroft kept hold of Greg’s hand as he sat close next to him.

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I was inspired by a gifset of Martha and Jack 

Christmas Wish –  Jack Harkness shows up at Martha and Mickey’s house for Christmas.

teaser below the cut

Martha and Mickey never know when he’s going to show up, but he almost always looks banged up . Not physically of course, since he heals so fast, but there’s something in his eyes and in the way he moves that aches. He’s a part of their family of course and always welcome, and the kids know him as that odd Uncle that shows up every now and again.

It’s snowy for once, on this cold December day. Mickey’s home with the kids, Martha is off helping quell something minor before it becomes major, but she’s promised to be home by the holiday. Jack doesn’t feel the cold as he comes up the walk to the non-descript brick house with a tricycle falling off one end of the porch.

Rita opens the door before Jack can knock. She’s eight now and grins and hugs his waist, tugging him inside. Standing in the foyer, Jack hugs her back, only to feel another kid climbing under the back of his coat. He turns and picks up five-year old Sam, hugging him tightly too, as if reminding himself of the good things that happen. Mickey comes out holding Jackie, their youngest. She sucks her thumb and watches Jack.

“Guess she doesn’t remember me,” says Jack with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“This is Uncle Jack,” says Rita to her sister.

“What’s this?” asks Sam, holding a small item he’d liberated from Jack’s pocket.

“Nothing.” Jack takes it back, shaking his head at the boy.

Mickey chuckles. “Yeah, you’ve got to watch your pockets around him. Come on in, I’ve got hot chocolate.”

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SEND ME A PAIRING AND A LINE AND I’LL WRITE A FICLET FOR YOU

merindab:

teezmesoftly:

Friendly:

“Hi, I’m new here, can you show me around?”
“Uh.. I think I’m lost.”
“Wow, those are some awesome threads!”
“Don’t mind me, I just like making new friends!”
“Oh dear, do you need help?”
“You look like you could use a hand.”
“You look a little lost, can I be of assistance?”

Rude:

“Watch where you’re going.”
“Oops, did I do that?.. Oh well.”
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“Get lost, would ya?”
“I don’t have time to play tour guide.”
“Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you.”

Dramatic:

“Wait! Stop!”
“Don’t let them find us.”
“I don’t wanna be left alone.”
“Get out of the way!”
“Are you dead?”
“Hurry! Run!”

Flirty:

“Can I skip dinner and go right for dessert?”
“I think I just found the most beautiful girl in Japan.”
“Hey there, Foxy Mama.”
“Huh? Oh yeah, this view is nice.”
“How about we go back to my place? I’ve got board games.”
“All you have to do is say, "yes”.

Romantic:

“Wow, your eyes are the most beautiful, that I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve been enchanted by your amazing voice.”
“Ah, I’m sorry, I could have sworn you were an angel.”
“Am I dreaming, or do you really exist?”
“I wasn’t aware that Goddesses/Gods existed.”
“No flower or scenery can compare to your beauty.”

Enemy:

“At long last! I’ve finally found you! Now I can kill you!”
“What an ugly mug, it’s a good thing I won’t have to see you for long.”
“How would you like to be full of holes?”
“You know, I think your head looks better detached from your body. ”
“I will make you experience unimaginable pain.”
“Beg all you want, but your fate is going to end the same way.”

Unemotional:

“Love is illogical, it means nothing to me.”
“The more you cry, the more reasons I find to leave your pathetic being.”
“Do not touch me, I don’t require affection from anyone.”
“Why are you hugging me?”
“He’s dead, let’s move on.”
“Why is family so important to you?”.

I am going to be stuck at work today and I don’t expect to be busy, so please give me a giant pile of these to answer. And I even made a ship page at last.

I’ve got a few left from yesterday to do. So if you want to send me more, have at. Can’t promise they’ll be very long, but it’s something?