FILL: Because You're Worth It (2/2)
anonymous
September 18 2010, 18:05:06 UTC
"Fifty!"
"Sixty!"
"Seventy!"
Lestrade was glad people were feeling generous but didn't they know there would be other people up here? Just because he was up first, didn't mean they all had to bid for him.
"Eighty!" The older lady from Admin again - she had a very... hungry look about her. He shifted uncomfortably and she licked her lips. In fact quite a few of the audience seemed to be unconsciously doing that. What the hell was wrong with them?
Although it is hot in here... or that might just be me...
"One hundred!"
A hundred quid!
"One hundred pounds I'm bid! Come on, ladies - he scrubs up quite nice after all." The M.C. grinned broadly at Lestrade.
"One ten!"
One twenty... One thirty... One fifty...One sixty...One eighty...Two hundred... Two fifty... The bids were still coming in faster than Lestrade could keep up with. He was starting to feel dizzy - and getting more than a little worried about what might be expected of him on this 'date'. This was well into the realms of serious money now.
"Three hundred!" A red-haired woman held her hand up and positively leered in Lestrade's direction.
Bloody hell! Isn't that the Super's wife?
"Five thousand pounds."
The calm, authoritative voice cut across the chatter in the ballroom like a knife. There was a stunned silence, both at the amount and the obviously masculine voice that had announced it.
The M.C. covered the mic with his hand and whispered to Lestrade. "Are we... are we accepting bids from men?"
Five grand... Lestrade felt weak at the knees. "I think for that kind of money we have to."
"Is, er, is that a serious bid, Sir?" the M.C. asked.
The figure at the back of the room stepped forward from the gloom by the doorway and leaned on his umbrella. "Quite serious, I assure you." He reached into his inside breast pocket and drew out a bundle of notes.
The M.C. took a deep breath, shrugged and proclaimed, "Sold! To the gentleman at the back."
Lestrade stepped down from the stage in a daze. The crowd parted before him like the Red Sea. Apart from the odd murmur they were still standing in open-mouthed shock. He walked slowly through them, barely even registering they were there, and stopped in front of Mycroft. "I-- I thought you didn't want us to be public knowledge," he muttered.
"I reconsidered."
"When?"
Mycroft lowered his voice. "When the Chief Superintendent's wife bid three hundred pounds for you and looked directly at your crotch. I suspect you may have found yourself with a very tricky dilemma."
"Oh." So it was to get him out of a tight spot then, well that made sense...
"Also, I decided I really couldn't bear the thought of someone else thinking they had any rights to something I consider mine." Mycroft smiled and tucked the wad of notes into Lestrade's waistband.
Lestrade looked down and blushed even harder. When he looked up again, Mycroft grabbed his lapels and kissed him.
Lestrade vaguely heard Mycroft's umbrella clatter to the floor behind him. If he had any remaining doubts that he was being publicly claimed, the possessiveness and hunger in that kiss obliterated them completely. His hands came up and rested on Mycroft's waist, pulling his lover closer as the whole hotel vanished around them.
When they finally broke apart, light-headed and breathless, Lestrade became horrifyingly aware of everybody in the room still looking at them. It made the skin on the back of his neck crawl.
Mycroft smiled. "I think it's time I took my prize out of here. Don't worry, your colleague, D.I. Gregson, is about to give us a diversion."
"He is?"
"He's choking on a dry roasted peanut he inhaled when I kissed you."
There was a sudden urgent shout from the bar.
"Shall we?" Mycroft flicked his umbrella up into his hand with his foot and ushered Lestrade out to the waiting car. "I'm looking forward to a prompt return on my investment."
Lestrade smiled broadly and Mycroft decided that alone was worth every penny...
Re: FILL: Because You're Worth It (2/2)beautybecksSeptember 18 2010, 18:42:05 UTC
SQUEEEE! You have actually made me squee and my 10 year old brother disown me (don't worry, he'll soon forgive me because I baked him double-chocolate cookies just for such occasions) Thank you for writing this. I am grinning from ear to ear. I'm a sucker for possessive Mycroft so I'm glad he made an appearance. Yay! You've made me very happy! XD
Re: FILL: Because You're Worth It (2/2)beautybecksSeptember 21 2010, 11:23:18 UTC
Bless Lestrade, he totally would have freaked (which might have been interesting to see. Why do I have the urge to make him run away to Belgium a la Stephen Fry?)
Anyhoo, thanks again for filling this. I am grinning like a cat which has the cream (or a Mycroft who has Lestrade) XD
Re: FILL: Because You're Worth It (2/2)sanji09September 19 2010, 02:43:54 UTC
Aw man, not only did you have awesome possessive Mycroft, but adorable thinking-he's-not-so-totally-hot-eyecandy-Lestrade. I aw'd so many times when he thought no one was going to bit for litle ol him. xD
Re: FILL: Because You're Worth It (2/2)elfbertSeptember 19 2010, 14:15:17 UTC
Aww, that was both hilarious and adorable. I made my OH enquire as to my wellbeing by laughing so hard! Love insecure Lestrade and possessive Mycroft! Also love choking Gregson XD
Re: FILL: Because You're Worth It (2/2)
anonymous
September 21 2010, 08:58:23 UTC
Thanks! Sorry to cause concern to your OH! ;)
And yeah, Gregson was asking for it. His little joke backfired a bit as did his peanut. Lucky for him Mycroft will be distracted for the next wee while and in the mood for something other than revenge...
"Sixty!"
"Seventy!"
Lestrade was glad people were feeling generous but didn't they know there would be other people up here? Just because he was up first, didn't mean they all had to bid for him.
"Eighty!" The older lady from Admin again - she had a very... hungry look about her. He shifted uncomfortably and she licked her lips. In fact quite a few of the audience seemed to be unconsciously doing that. What the hell was wrong with them?
Although it is hot in here... or that might just be me...
"One hundred!"
A hundred quid!
"One hundred pounds I'm bid! Come on, ladies - he scrubs up quite nice after all." The M.C. grinned broadly at Lestrade.
"One ten!"
One twenty... One thirty... One fifty...One sixty...One eighty...Two hundred... Two fifty... The bids were still coming in faster than Lestrade could keep up with. He was starting to feel dizzy - and getting more than a little worried about what might be expected of him on this 'date'. This was well into the realms of serious money now.
"Three hundred!" A red-haired woman held her hand up and positively leered in Lestrade's direction.
Bloody hell! Isn't that the Super's wife?
"Five thousand pounds."
The calm, authoritative voice cut across the chatter in the ballroom like a knife. There was a stunned silence, both at the amount and the obviously masculine voice that had announced it.
The M.C. covered the mic with his hand and whispered to Lestrade. "Are we... are we accepting bids from men?"
Five grand... Lestrade felt weak at the knees. "I think for that kind of money we have to."
"Is, er, is that a serious bid, Sir?" the M.C. asked.
The figure at the back of the room stepped forward from the gloom by the doorway and leaned on his umbrella. "Quite serious, I assure you." He reached into his inside breast pocket and drew out a bundle of notes.
The M.C. took a deep breath, shrugged and proclaimed, "Sold! To the gentleman at the back."
Lestrade stepped down from the stage in a daze. The crowd parted before him like the Red Sea. Apart from the odd murmur they were still standing in open-mouthed shock. He walked slowly through them, barely even registering they were there, and stopped in front of Mycroft. "I-- I thought you didn't want us to be public knowledge," he muttered.
"I reconsidered."
"When?"
Mycroft lowered his voice. "When the Chief Superintendent's wife bid three hundred pounds for you and looked directly at your crotch. I suspect you may have found yourself with a very tricky dilemma."
"Oh." So it was to get him out of a tight spot then, well that made sense...
"Also, I decided I really couldn't bear the thought of someone else thinking they had any rights to something I consider mine." Mycroft smiled and tucked the wad of notes into Lestrade's waistband.
Lestrade looked down and blushed even harder. When he looked up again, Mycroft grabbed his lapels and kissed him.
Lestrade vaguely heard Mycroft's umbrella clatter to the floor behind him. If he had any remaining doubts that he was being publicly claimed, the possessiveness and hunger in that kiss obliterated them completely. His hands came up and rested on Mycroft's waist, pulling his lover closer as the whole hotel vanished around them.
When they finally broke apart, light-headed and breathless, Lestrade became horrifyingly aware of everybody in the room still looking at them. It made the skin on the back of his neck crawl.
Mycroft smiled. "I think it's time I took my prize out of here. Don't worry, your colleague, D.I. Gregson, is about to give us a diversion."
"He is?"
"He's choking on a dry roasted peanut he inhaled when I kissed you."
There was a sudden urgent shout from the bar.
"Shall we?" Mycroft flicked his umbrella up into his hand with his foot and ushered Lestrade out to the waiting car. "I'm looking forward to a prompt return on my investment."
Lestrade smiled broadly and Mycroft decided that alone was worth every penny...
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I was sorely tempted to make it not an established relationship but then I suspect poor ol' Lestrade would've freaked out a bit at that!
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Anyhoo, thanks again for filling this. I am grinning like a cat which has the cream (or a Mycroft who has Lestrade) XD
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"thinking-he's-not-so-totally-hot-eyecandy-Lestrade
Yep - Moffat's comments on the DVD seemed really fitting - Lestrade has no idea how hot he is. Fortunately he has us (and Mycroft) to persuade him!
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And yeah, Gregson was asking for it. His little joke backfired a bit as did his peanut. Lucky for him Mycroft will be distracted for the next wee while and in the mood for something other than revenge...
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That was awesome. Simply brilliant and funny and rather delicious too. Would love to know what happens in the car :)
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I know what I like to think happens... Lestrade'll have to be very careful he doesn't lose that bow-tie... ;)
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