I said I wasn’t going to write any s3 Sherlock until the season was over, but well, I had to write a post-wedding mystrade smut ficlet:<\/p>\n
After the Wedding<\/a> –\u00a0After John’s wedding, Greg got dropped off at Mycroft’s.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Greg knew better than to drive home. Sally had offered to take him home when she\u2019d picked up the photographer, but he\u2019d refused, wanting to at least stay for some of the reception. In the end though, he only stayed for about half, pulling out his phone to call a cab when he saw a dark car pull up in front of him. Shaking his head he ducked down, saw Anthea and got inside.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, John wouldn\u2019t have minded if you\u2019d shown up,\u201d he said as he came into the house and took off his coat.<\/p>\n Mycroft was in pyjamas, housecoat and slippers. Greg looked him up and down, then leaned in and kissed him sloppily until Mycroft detangled himself and stepped back. \u201cYou\u2019re drunk,\u201d he sniffed.<\/p>\n \u201cLeave it to John Watson to have an open bar. Come on,\u201d he reached back and pinched Mycroft\u2019s arse.<\/p>\n \u201cGregory!\u201d Mycroft put a hand on his chest.<\/p>\n Greg leaned back and smiled. \u201cWhat? You had your car drop me off here just so you can take incriminating photographs?\u201d<\/p>\n