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:
After the Wedding – After John’s wedding, Greg got dropped off at Mycroft’s.
teaser below the cut
Greg knew better than to drive home. Sally had offered to take him home when she’d picked up the photographer, but he’d 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.
“You know, John wouldn’t have minded if you’d shown up,” he said as he came into the house and took off his coat.
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. “You’re drunk,” he sniffed.
“Leave it to John Watson to have an open bar. Come on,” he reached back and pinched Mycroft’s arse.
“Gregory!” Mycroft put a hand on his chest.
Greg leaned back and smiled. “What? You had your car drop me off here just so you can take incriminating photographs?”