Feelings Mycroft x Reader

Mycroft looked up from his glass and saw tumbling (h/c) waves walking out of the room and into the garden. It had been almost a month since the kiss and you had constantly been on Mycroft’s mind much to his annoyance. At social events you would catch a glimpse of one another but never made conversation. Blue and (e/c) eyes would catch and smiles exchanged but nothing else. All of this left Mycroft conflicted, you liked each other but why was nothing happening. His belief that emotions were unneeded was compounded as he found himself distracted, thinking of you and what could happen.

Quickly he finished his drink and followed you out into the moonlit garden. A pair of silver heels lay discarded on the patio as you stood barefoot on the grass, the hem of your backless dress touching the ground. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps you stretched out a hand behind you which Mycroft took when he reached your side. Your attention remained on the sky, watching an aeroplane fly across the dark sky whilst he held your hand.

“What are we doing?” softly you asked the question as though you were afraid of the answer.
 
The question caught Mycroft off guard; this was not what he had been expecting. He wanted you around by could not understand why. People were stupid, slow and boring and he was different, he did not use his emotions. You watched Mycroft’s face as he thought, smiling as a small crease formed between his eyebrows. Ever since that evening you had wondered how Mycroft felt, you knew he was not emotional but surely something was there. Feeling foolish when he did not answer you pulled you hand out of his and slightly shook your head. The touch of a warm, large hand on the base of your back surprised you.

“I’ve never felt like this before. It’s all new to me.”

He turned you around so that you faced him, his hand remaining on your back. Smiling at him you stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his lips tasting the whiskey he had been drinking. Before he could kiss you back you pulled away and yawned. Clearly you were extremely tired and Mycroft offered you his arm which you greatly took. Both of you forgot about your shoes as he led you into the hotel. Once inside Mycroft saw the dark bags under your eyes and way you slightly swayed as you tried to remain awake.

“What room are you in?”

“217 but I’ll be fine.” Mycroft raised an eyebrow at your statement before wrapping his arm around your waist.

Once you were outside your room you struggled with the swipe key as you almost fell asleep. Mycroft took the key off you and opened the door whilst you leaned against him. He realised that you had actually fallen asleep against him and picked you up. The bed had already been turned down and he carefully placed you on the mattress before pulling up the duvet. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Good night (Name)”