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It wasn't often that Mycroft socialized and it was even rarer that he spent the night at someone else’s, yet he had. He was up and fully dressed in a suit by eight o clock sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. You waltzed into the kitchen wearing a short nightdress completely unaware that Mycroft was there. Both of you had met a few times before and so vaguely knew each other. Mycroft cleared his throat to alert you to his presence causing you to spin towards him and smile.

"Morning, would you like something to eat?" You were completely oblivious to your lack of clothing.

"A cup of tea and some toast would be lovely."

You turned your attention to readying breakfast whilst Mycroft tried to read the paper. However he found himself unable to concentrate as he was distracted by your legs. It annoyed him as this never happened, goldfish never interfered with his mind but you did. On the few occasions that he had seen you something always distracted him and made he feel. Like always he pushed it to the back of his mind and focused again on the paper.

Carefully you placed his toast and tea on the table before selecting a juicy green apple and leaving. Blue eyes watched you leave whilst he wondered what was so special about you. Outside in the corridor you leaned against the wall, every so often your eyes drifting to the kitchen door. Damn you Mycroft Holmes you whispered.

The rest of the day past without either of you seeing the other, he was with your brother dealing with government issues whilst you spent the day with friends. Both of you knew that the evening would be spent in each other’s company due to dinner party. Throughout the evening you caught glimpses of each other but were preoccupied with talking to other guests. As ever Mycroft wore a perfectly fitted black suit with a deep blue waistcoat and tie that drew your attention to him. Unwilling to be distracted by your dress Mycroft spent as much time as possible away from you but could not help but look over every now and then.

Once home you headed upstairs to change out of the skintight cocktail dress you had worn all evening. Mycroft watched you leave before pouring himself a scotch in the living room, he ran his hand over his face and exhaled deeply. Never had his self-control been tested so much and still he did not know why you had such an effect on him. You stood outside your room and found yourself unable to reach the zip and swore softly to yourself.

"Mycroft?" Gently you called his name as you walked down the stairs.

He appeared in the doorway of the living, his tie and jacket discarded. You padded towards him, span and lifted your hair exposing the zip. Mycroft took a deep breath, were you doing this on purpose, trying to force him to show emotion. With a steady hand he partially unzipped your dress.

"Thank you." You span to face him.

Your (e/c) eyes took in his face, the slight stubble, uneven lips and his brilliant blue eyes. Before you could do anything Mycroft's warm hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you towards him. Hastily he pressed his lips to yours not giving himself time to think about his actions. Without hesitation you slipped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hand sneaked around your waist pulling you flush against him. The kiss was controlled by Mycroft who pulled away. Both of you stood there in the others embrace neither of you sure what you were doing.