Brothers : Mycroft x Reader

There was no hesitation as you reached out and wrapped your hand around Mycroft's wrist to prevent him from leaving. Your words caught in your throat as his eyes roamed over your face trying to read you. Instead you mouthed a silent please and waited for his reaction, for him to accept your decision or to throw you away. Part of you wondered if your friendship with Sherlock would disintegrate due to your decision whilst another part wondered if Mycroft would ever trust you. The few seconds that past felt like an eternity until he reached out and pulled you into his chest. You rested your head against his chest, inhaling the smell that was Mycroft; soap, whiskey, expensive cologne and a faint hint of cigarette smoke. Both of his arms wrapped themselves around your waist as yours wound around his middle.

“Move in with me.”

Gently you pulled out of the hug and look at his face.

“Are you sure? I don't want to get in the way or...or anything.”

A small smile appeared on Mycroft's lips. “Of course I am. It's about time don't you think?”

Letting out an excited squeal you launched yourself at Mycroft, almost sending the pair of you tumbling to the floor but he steadied himself and caught you. Despite the fact you could not see his face Mycroft softly smiled, honestly he did not know what he would have done if you had chosen Sherlock over him. An almighty sneeze shattered the otherwise peaceful moment, your walk in the rain had caused you to chill off. Instantly Mycroft took control removing the damp towel from your shoulders and pushing you into a chair near the fire before putting the kettle on to make a cup of tea. From your seat you watched as he carefully made your tea just the way you liked it, slightly surprised that he had paid attention to something so trivial. The warm mug was pressed into your hands and a warm kiss pressed to your forehead. A contented sigh left  your lips, maybe things were going to work out all right in the end.