Lestrade x reader - What’s yours is mine
- Mycroft x Reader or Lestrade x Reader- stealing each others clothes. - @mxacegrey 💜
You wanted to sleep so badly, but the pounding on your flat door was giving you no help, so you eventually got up, looking around you found a jumper on the floor and tossed it on before walking over and opening it.
You let the two in and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on while they followed you and sat down at the table.
“Put some trousers on.” Sherlock said, looking through your cupboards.
You noticed John had his back to you and you laughed.
“I’m wearing shorts of worry.”
Setting three cups on the table you listened to why they had come to the flat at such an odd hour at night.
“So, you’re angry with Greg so you thought you’d come annoy me?”
“I did try stop him (Y/N) I’m sorry.”
Smiling you shook your head at John and turned to Sherlock who was still looking around.
“You won’t find them Sherlock Holmes. I know how to hide cigarettes, I hide Greg’s every time he tries sneaking a new pack in.”
You watched him huff and jumped on the chair, tapping his fingers on the table trying to find some way to occupy his mind.
“If you want something to do you can do something for me.”
You told Sherlock about your friend who lived just out the city who Kees having break ins but nothing gets taken, and no matter what she did nothing worked.
“Jealous ex.” Sherlock said.
“That’s the clear answer right? But it’s not, she only ever date one guy, married him, and he’s overseas at the minute serving in the military.”
Sherlock began to list other things it could be but you kept disproving him, and finally you had peaked his interest.
“We’ll go in the morning, thanks (Y/N).” John smiled.
You watched as Sherlock wondered your flat.
You had grown to accept the man was like a huge child, and you couldn’t control him half the time so you just let him wonder.
You turned to John and you guys spoke for a little while before Sherlock came back.
“He’s coming back to apologise to you in the morning, and he’s the one that took your favourite hoodie.” Sherlock said.
“Right, okay, thank you? But I wanna sleep now so like, go home you strays.”
Sherlock frowned at you and he marched over.
“Where are the cigarettes?”
He grabbed your arm, feeling your pulse as he spoke to you, you looked to John and he nodded his head.
“Since you played nicely you’re allowed one. It’s in your coat pocket I put one in there when you hung it up.”
Sherlock rushed to his jacket and you saw them out before going to collapse in bed.
You wanted to take the jumper off, but you liked the fact it smelled like your boyfriend, so you decided to keep it on.
Lestrade came to your flat early that morning, he had the day off and he wanted to spend it with you, he didn’t want to keep arguing.
He let himself in and made his way to the bedroom, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be up at this time.
You were still fast asleep and he smiled, taking his shoes off, he changed into some pajama trousers and crawled into the bed with you.
You turned over and put your arm around him, patting his back until you found the hood to the hoodie before pulling it lightly.
“That’s.. mine…” you mumbled.
Lestrade smiled, putting his forehead against yours.
“That my jumper.” Softly replied.
He smiled, resting his chin above your head as he held you softly in his arms.
You shuffled to get a little more comfortable and a small smile graced your face.
“I’m sorry for the other night…”
He laughed and agreed, tangling his legs with yours as he closed his eyes.
You woke up before him this time, and you slipped out of bed, looking around, you took the jumper off, swapping it for his discarded shirt and changed into some jeans as you started to ready to go to the shop.
“Seriously my shirt? What am I supposed to wear outside?”
You rolled your eyes and looked at him still wearing your hoodie.
“You have a hoodie, my hoodie, so I have a shirt, your shirt.”
“(Y/N) its cold, go put a jacket on.”
You waltzed over and pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie, making him yelp as he quickly loosened it again and watched you put his jumper on.
When you walked back over he poked your forehead and you smirked a little, holding your hand out to him.
“I’m not going outside in your hoodie.”
“Okay, well I’m going to the shop, love you!”
Lestrade jogged after you before you could close the door on him.
He pouted and you laughed at him as you locked your door, and held your hand out to him.
“Does this hurt your pride?” You mocked.
Lestrade laced his fingers with yours and you guys started to walk.
“Well maybe if you stopped stealing my hoodie and jackets I wouldn’t steal your stuff Greg.”
“We’ll just stop buying them in my sizes.”
You rested your head on his arm and he smiled down at you.
Truth be told he stole your clothes for the same reason your stole his. They smelled like you, and it was as comforting to be surrounded by your scent when he wasn’t with you.
You were home, and he was your home, so it was a little reminder who the person you loved and wanted to be with.
Plus he stuck by what he said, if you didn’t want him to steal them stop buying them so big because he was going to keep taking them
