Myra in the Morning Light (Mycroft/Lestrade)
Title: Myra in the Morning Light.
Author(s): Jenny Starseed
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Fem!Mycroft/Lestrade
Summary: Myra Holmes looked very human and ordinary in the morning light.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 307
Author's Notes: I know, Fem!Mycroft looks like a Frankenstein concept. But I loved the few Fem!Mycroft fics that existed and I wanted more. So I wrote one of my own.
Unbeta-ed, so comments and (polite) concrit is welcomed.
None of the Characters are mine.
Lestrade woke to the soft sounds of Myra snoring. It was disorienting at first to wake in another’s bed, it had been a long time since he’s done this. He turned over to take in the image of her. Her soft brown hair was carelessly draping over her face, her face relaxed and her mouth open. She looked very human and ordinary in the soft morning light. The make-up was roughly scrubbed off and she looked younger but more tired and weary without it.
It was jarring to realize how physically ordinary Myra was. For a woman in her early forties, she looked good for her age, but she still showed the tell-tale signs of aging. Her face had age spots and freckles, there were light lines around her mouth and her chest was sparsely freckled. The comforter enveloped her lovingly, her mild curves and points of pudginess Lestrade knew every woman had and judged themselves too harshly on. Myra reminded him of his former wife after she had their child. She was quietly lovely in all her flaws and vulnerability, but embodied absolute composure and a sure-handedness that was distinctly womanly.
He would never tell Myra any of this. She was the Government after all and her cultivated grace and steely nerve made her a woman you wouldn’t want to cross under any circumstances. It also gave her a certain hollow brittleness when she was stressed, he aimed to do what he could for her. It was so he could see more of the lovely expressions she made while she slept show up on her face while she was awake. It was why he got out of bed, pulled on a terrycloth dressing gown and made tea and breakfast for her. She had a long day ahead of her, the Government never sleeps during the weekend.
Author(s): Jenny Starseed
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Fem!Mycroft/Lestrade
Summary: Myra Holmes looked very human and ordinary in the morning light.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 307
Author's Notes: I know, Fem!Mycroft looks like a Frankenstein concept. But I loved the few Fem!Mycroft fics that existed and I wanted more. So I wrote one of my own.
Unbeta-ed, so comments and (polite) concrit is welcomed.
None of the Characters are mine.
Lestrade woke to the soft sounds of Myra snoring. It was disorienting at first to wake in another’s bed, it had been a long time since he’s done this. He turned over to take in the image of her. Her soft brown hair was carelessly draping over her face, her face relaxed and her mouth open. She looked very human and ordinary in the soft morning light. The make-up was roughly scrubbed off and she looked younger but more tired and weary without it.
It was jarring to realize how physically ordinary Myra was. For a woman in her early forties, she looked good for her age, but she still showed the tell-tale signs of aging. Her face had age spots and freckles, there were light lines around her mouth and her chest was sparsely freckled. The comforter enveloped her lovingly, her mild curves and points of pudginess Lestrade knew every woman had and judged themselves too harshly on. Myra reminded him of his former wife after she had their child. She was quietly lovely in all her flaws and vulnerability, but embodied absolute composure and a sure-handedness that was distinctly womanly.
He would never tell Myra any of this. She was the Government after all and her cultivated grace and steely nerve made her a woman you wouldn’t want to cross under any circumstances. It also gave her a certain hollow brittleness when she was stressed, he aimed to do what he could for her. It was so he could see more of the lovely expressions she made while she slept show up on her face while she was awake. It was why he got out of bed, pulled on a terrycloth dressing gown and made tea and breakfast for her. She had a long day ahead of her, the Government never sleeps during the weekend.