And the other thing I did today was write a Mystrade fic. First time, virgin Mycroft…

The Seduction of Mycroft Holmes – Now that the divorce is taken care of, Greg can move on to what he really wants.

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Greg Lestrade dropped his phone on the coffee table and looked around his flat. Still pretty bare; he’d left most everything behind in the divorce. The couch was his however, dark, comfortable, worn leather. Sometimes it seemed he slept there more than in the brand-new bed.

Today he hoped to put that bed to a better use. While he was married he’d been completely faithful, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by the court. Now, though, he was a free man. And he’d made his choice.

The knock on the door was polite. Greg smiled and went to answer it.

Mycroft looked as cold and imperious as ever. He wore a stunning greatcoat in a shade of grey-blue that set off his eyes perfectly. For a moment Greg’s breath was stolen. Mycroft shifted the umbrella in his hands.

“Come in, please.” Greg stepped back so he could enter. Mycroft stayed quiet as he helped him shrug off his coat and hang it. The umbrella stayed in his hands as he scanned the room before looking down at Greg. “I understand you wished to speak with me?”

It felt like Mycroft was reading him like a book. And he probably was. “I did. Have a seat, please.”

He perched on the edge of the couch, looking at it. “This is the only furniture you brought from your old home.”

Of course Mycroft knew. Damn Holmes. He sat on the adjacent armchair. “I’m a free man, now.”

Mycroft watched him. “Hence your reason for inviting me here tonight.”

“Yes.” Greg had no reason to lie.