Because You're Worth It - Epilogue (1/2)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 20:52:08 UTC
I couldn't resist a little more - hope you don't mind ;) ------------- The car glided silently away from the kerb outside the hotel.
Lestrade slouched back in his seat, pulled the bow tie from around his neck and shoved it in one of his jacket pockets. "So where are we going?"
"I thought we may be tediously traditional and have a spot of dinner together," Mycroft answered.
"You're outing me and taking me out - looks like your generosity knows no bounds this evening," Lestrade wryly remarked.
"Ah, yes. I should apologise for that."
"Damn right you should!" Lestrade exploded. "I've been doing my damnedest to keep everything under wraps - at your request, might I add - and then you just charge in, flash your cash and buy me in front of everyone. It's the least subtle thing I think I've ever seen anyone do - and that includes your impossible little brother! Just because you decided you wanted to let everybody know about us - you could have asked me how I felt. I've got to go in and face half those people tomorrow morning."
"No, you don't - you're off tomorrow."
"Since when?"
"Since about twenty minutes ago - or three months ago according to the records."
"You... Argh! You can be so infuriating sometimes, Mike!" Lestrade dragged his hands through his hair.
Mycroft pursed his lips. "I am rarely moved to such impulsive gestures. I find that since admitting to you that my interest in you was more than fraternal concern for Sherlock, I find myself doing a lot of things I would previously have considered anathema - not least answering to that appalling diminutive."
Lestrade looked at the floor and grinned. "Would you prefer Mikey instead?"
"I would rather have bamboo splinters inserted under my fingernails, Greggy."
Lestrade chuckled and some of the tension in the air dissipated. "Five grand's a lot of money."
"Police welfare is a cause I am remarkably passionate about - and in my opinion I got a bargain."
"Put Gregson's nose out of joint anyway. Mind you, they'll all be busily discussing exactly what you're doing with your five thousand pound policeman."
"What does one usually do with things one buys at auction?"
Lestrade had only ever bought an extremely beat up old Ford Cortina that way. He thought the answer was probably not "Run it into the ground until it falls to pieces around you" - or at least he hoped not.
"I could take you home and hang you up on the wall," Mycroft suggested.
"That doesn't sound at all kinky," Lestrade muttered.
"Better than being packed in a box in my attic. Beautiful things should be admired."
Lestrade squirmed uncomfortably as he always did when he thought Mycroft was being overly-complimentary. "I'm definitely no oil painting."
"And yet several women in there were almost obscenely enthusiastic in their pursuit of your purchased company."
Lestrade glanced out of the window and decided to change the topic. "So where's this restaurant?"
"We're not going to a restaurant. We're going to my house."
"No, we're not. We're heading out of town, not into it."
"My other house. One of my other houses, I should say."
"One of...? How many do you have?"
"Four I own outright - but I have the use of several more."
"Four houses..." Lestrade said weakly. He had a crippling mortgage on a tiny flat and his parents had never owned their house. He hated when Mycroft made him feel so out of his depth.
Re: Because You're Worth It - Epilogue (1/2)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 20:56:36 UTC
Mycroft moved across the seat and turned towards him. He slid his hand inside Lestrade's shirt collar and around his neck. "Greg, I know you have these idiotic notions that somehow you are unworthy of my attentions purely because our families had different financial backgrounds and social status... but you, more than anyone I know, understand that a man's worth has nothing to with his upbringing or bank account."
Lestrade blushed and his head dropped but Mycroft caught his chin with his other hand and pulled it up again. "I could sell everything I own, rob every bank in the world and pawn the Crown Jewels and it would still be a pitifully inadequate amount to put against what you mean to me."
Mycroft leaned in then and kissed him; not the possessive, demanding kiss of earlier but with every bit as much passion.
Lestrade sat up, put his arms round him and twisted Mycroft's upper body further round into his. Mycroft was forced to bring his leg up under his body onto the seat and ended up lying on his back across Lestrade's lap.
"I do wish you wouldn't man-handle me like that."
"Shut up. You love it." Lestrade gently brushed his thumb across Mycroft's cheek as he cradled him. "What's got into you? You're not usually this... demonstrative."
"As I said, you appear to bring out the worst in me."
Re: Because You're Worth It - Epilogue beautybecksSeptember 29 2010, 21:14:40 UTC
Awesome Mycroft/Lestrade anon is awesome. I am so happy! I may actually squee. Another fantastic job. I do love Lestrade when he's just a tad insecure. And Mycroft is so powerful yet so in love with Lestrade. Yep. I absolutely love this.
Re: Because You're Worth It - Epilogue (1/2)azrionaSeptember 24 2012, 17:54:40 UTC
I'm so glad I scrolled down a little further to see if you'd outed yourself, anon - because I found the epilogue! (Even if I didn't find an outing. Well, not an outing in that sense.)
I loved this - I laughed out loud when Mycroft bid on Greg, and the scene in the car between the two of them is just too sweet. Definitely going on my rec list. Thanks!
Re: Because You're Worth It - Epilogue (1/2)wastingyourgumSeptember 24 2012, 18:37:42 UTC
Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for the comment - and thank you also for reminding me I posted this to my journal ages back but I never outed myself here in the original thread!
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The car glided silently away from the kerb outside the hotel.
Lestrade slouched back in his seat, pulled the bow tie from around his neck and shoved it in one of his jacket pockets. "So where are we going?"
"I thought we may be tediously traditional and have a spot of dinner together," Mycroft answered.
"You're outing me and taking me out - looks like your generosity knows no bounds this evening," Lestrade wryly remarked.
"Ah, yes. I should apologise for that."
"Damn right you should!" Lestrade exploded. "I've been doing my damnedest to keep everything under wraps - at your request, might I add - and then you just charge in, flash your cash and buy me in front of everyone. It's the least subtle thing I think I've ever seen anyone do - and that includes your impossible little brother! Just because you decided you wanted to let everybody know about us - you could have asked me how I felt. I've got to go in and face half those people tomorrow morning."
"No, you don't - you're off tomorrow."
"Since when?"
"Since about twenty minutes ago - or three months ago according to the records."
"You... Argh! You can be so infuriating sometimes, Mike!" Lestrade dragged his hands through his hair.
Mycroft pursed his lips. "I am rarely moved to such impulsive gestures. I find that since admitting to you that my interest in you was more than fraternal concern for Sherlock, I find myself doing a lot of things I would previously have considered anathema - not least answering to that appalling diminutive."
Lestrade looked at the floor and grinned. "Would you prefer Mikey instead?"
"I would rather have bamboo splinters inserted under my fingernails, Greggy."
Lestrade chuckled and some of the tension in the air dissipated. "Five grand's a lot of money."
"Police welfare is a cause I am remarkably passionate about - and in my opinion I got a bargain."
"Put Gregson's nose out of joint anyway. Mind you, they'll all be busily discussing exactly what you're doing with your five thousand pound policeman."
"What does one usually do with things one buys at auction?"
Lestrade had only ever bought an extremely beat up old Ford Cortina that way. He thought the answer was probably not "Run it into the ground until it falls to pieces around you" - or at least he hoped not.
"I could take you home and hang you up on the wall," Mycroft suggested.
"That doesn't sound at all kinky," Lestrade muttered.
"Better than being packed in a box in my attic. Beautiful things should be admired."
Lestrade squirmed uncomfortably as he always did when he thought Mycroft was being overly-complimentary. "I'm definitely no oil painting."
"And yet several women in there were almost obscenely enthusiastic in their pursuit of your purchased company."
Lestrade glanced out of the window and decided to change the topic. "So where's this restaurant?"
"We're not going to a restaurant. We're going to my house."
"No, we're not. We're heading out of town, not into it."
"My other house. One of my other houses, I should say."
"One of...? How many do you have?"
"Four I own outright - but I have the use of several more."
"Four houses..." Lestrade said weakly. He had a crippling mortgage on a tiny flat and his parents had never owned their house. He hated when Mycroft made him feel so out of his depth.
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Lestrade blushed and his head dropped but Mycroft caught his chin with his other hand and pulled it up again. "I could sell everything I own, rob every bank in the world and pawn the Crown Jewels and it would still be a pitifully inadequate amount to put against what you mean to me."
Mycroft leaned in then and kissed him; not the possessive, demanding kiss of earlier but with every bit as much passion.
Lestrade sat up, put his arms round him and twisted Mycroft's upper body further round into his. Mycroft was forced to bring his leg up under his body onto the seat and ended up lying on his back across Lestrade's lap.
"I do wish you wouldn't man-handle me like that."
"Shut up. You love it." Lestrade gently brushed his thumb across Mycroft's cheek as he cradled him. "What's got into you? You're not usually this... demonstrative."
"As I said, you appear to bring out the worst in me."
"So where's this other house then?"
"Wait and see..."
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And now I'm taking a long hard look at this prompt here:
http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/2727.html?thread=4724903#t4724903
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Captcha: persons moozeshi.
Who are these persons and what is this moozeshi that sounds so perverted?
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I loved this - I laughed out loud when Mycroft bid on Greg, and the scene in the car between the two of them is just too sweet. Definitely going on my rec list. Thanks!
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*facepalm*
You can find the cleaned up version here.
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