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Greg looked at the time on his phone, then at the pile of files in front of him. He sighed, knowing what this meant. He would never finish in time and as a result he would have to cancel what he and Mycroft had planned for tonight.
He resigned himself to sending a message to his lover
I can't finish in time for
the restaurant. Too much work.
Can you cancel the reservations?
I'm sorry. Don't bother waiting for me.
x
G.
Sent 5:30 pm
He put the phone down without waiting for an answer and picked up the next file.
An hour later, still concentrating on his work and with the pile of files reduced by a quarter, he did not hear the door of his office open. It was only when he felt a presence beside him that he looked up to see Mycroft leaning against his desk.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Mycroft? What are you doing here? Didn't you get my message?"
Mycroft, smiling softly, leaned over and kissed his forehead before replying, "I didn't feel like waiting alone at the flat, so I came here."
Greg reached for his hand, protesting, "But why?" he pointed to the pile of files with his other hand, "See, I have much more to do, I didn't lie when I told you, don't wait for me. You'll get bored here when you could be resting quietly at home."
Mycroft lifted Greg's hand to his lips and kissed it gently before replying, "Resting quietly? Knowing you're buried under work, don't even think about it."
He leaned forward, kissed Greg's lips tenderly, and then, letting go of his hand, walked around the desk, grabbed a chair, and sat down across from Greg. Then he reached for the pile of files and said, "Give me some of those."
Greg looked at him confused, so Mycroft explained, "I want to spend more time with you, so I came here, and I might as well make myself useful. So hand it over to me and tell me what I need to do with it."
Amazed, Greg handed him a few files before explaining what he had to do. Then, as he watched Mycroft open the first file, he couldn't help himself and stood up, leaning forward to kiss him. When he moved back to sit down, he said quietly, "Thank you.
Mycroft smiled gently at him and replied, "You're welcome, are we a team or not?"
Greg chuckled softly, "You know I could never repay you. I can't imagine working on one of your secret files."
Mycroft shook his head, "I'm not doing this expecting anything in return, or rather I'm getting what I want as it allows me to spend more time with you. Besides, this way you'll be finished sooner and the evening won't be a complete waste."
Then, pointing with his chin at the stack of files in front of Greg, he added in a slightly bossy tone, "Come on, get to work."
Greg grabbed the next file and replied in an obedient tone, "Yes sir, as sir wishes."
Mycroft's gaze shifted as he replied in a velvety tone, "How very obedient. Do you think you'll be able to show the same docility in our bedroom a little later?"
Greg, his cheeks slightly flushed, didn't reply, but somehow the stack of files began to descend much more quickly.