Stranger: Mycroft smiled, gesturing to a second mug and a plate of toast. “There’s plenty if you’d like some.” He murmured, “I imagine it will lessen in a day or two. This bond is non traditional, so it makes sense that the emotions and feelings would be different as well.” He watched the man for a moment. “Come sit by me; maybe it will help make you feel less at ease. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you; you seemed very peaceful, and I wasn’t about to disturb your rest.”

You: Greg padded into the kitchen and sat down beside Mycroft. "Best sleep I've gotten in a while post pain killers." Greg picked up the mug of tea and took a sip. Perfect as usual. He was quiet for a few moments as he picked up a piece of toast and munched happily on it. "Well, we've survived for the moment. I guess that's something to celebrate, hm?" he looked over at Mycroft hoping the man really was feeling better. "What's next?" he asked.

Stranger: Mycroft nodded, sipping his tea. “We’ll need to discuss living arrangements. If you’re still content to live at the flat with me, we can make arrangements to move your things in. Apart from that, I suppose we will be spending the day together so neither of us does ourselves a mischief because of feeling unsettled.” He smiled at Greg. “The weather’s meant to be nice; we could take a walk?”

You: Greg nodded. "Sounds like a lovely day." He was incredibly excited to spend the entire day with Mycroft. Maybe this was the beginning of something absolutely wonderful, something both of them had needed for a very long time. "I don't mind moving into your flat. Are you sure there's going to be enough room especially after the baby comes? I know we talked about having separate rooms for the foreseeable future but we need to make sure all the baby's things will fit with me there too. I can keep my flat so that way I only really need to move my close and some personal things over. Might be easier that way. Got to have a contingency plan in place for when I get in the dog house." he teased gently.

Stranger: “There’s enough room.” Mycroft replied, “There is an office space that isn’t necessary. I’m turning that into the nursery, and then the two bedrooms will be for you and I. It’s cozy, but not cramped.” He glanced at Greg. “You’re welcome to retain your flat, Gregory. I understand that you may prefer to have your own space. I will arrange for the rent to be covered, so you needn’t worry about it.”

You: Greg sighed. "Don't think that means I'm not serious about this bond." he wanted to make sure that Mycroft didn't think he was gone as soon as the pup arrived. "We're going to need to carefully consider all the options once the baby arrives. We can't scrub the bond too soon postpartum or there could be complications for you. I'm more concerned about /you/ needing some personal space away from me, yes? And the last thing I want is for you to feel like you can't escape me. You're not my property, you're not inferior to me, you're my friend and my partner now, Myc, that makes us equal. You've been through hell with your previous Alpha...we just need to make sure you don't feel backed into that corner again."

Stranger: “I didn’t think that, Gregory.” Mycroft replied, “I simply know this is unusual, and even committed, you’re moving into a space that was originally mine rather than ours or your own. It is not surprising that you want to hold onto your flat.” He patted Greg’s knee. “I know you wouldn’t bond with me unless you were serious about helping.”

You: Greg smiled over at Mycroft, slipping his hand over the man's as Mycroft patted his knee. "Sometimes I feel like you need reminding that you're in control of the situation now...and that we've got a long while to go before we can even begin to think of scrubbing the bond...if we ever wanted to that is..." There was a part of Greg that was hopeful they wouldn't ever scrub the bond. There was also a part of Greg that wanted Mycroft to experience what it was like to date and choose a partner because you wanted to not because you had to. "And I'm not going to let you pay my rent. I'm a big boy. I can pay my own bills even though I bonded into a wealthy family."

Stranger: Mycroft wrinkled his nose, though he nodded. “Very well. If you change your mind though, somply let me know. I’m happy to cover the costs.” He leaned against the Alpha lightly, nibbling at a piece of toast. “It seems hard to believe it’s nearly halfway through the time until we meet the pup.” He remarked, “They should be able to tell me boy or girl at the next appointment.”

You: Greg turned and pressed a kiss to Mycroft's temple when the man leaned into him. "Halfway there?" he asked. "Well, we've got a lot to do then. Got to finish the nursery, make sure your bag is packed, set up a little cot next to your bed...." Greg had made a list. An actual list of everything they'd have to do to get ready for the pup. He'd spent the majority of his leave reading parenting blogs and articles about what to expect during pregnancy and what to look out for during high risk ones just so he could be prepared. "I can't believe you'll already be able to find out..that's fantastic....I don't know about you but I'm so excited to meet the little bugger...." He looked down at Mycroft's bump when he said it. He'd even started buy a few things for Mycroft and the pup as gifts for the nursery. A few outfits, some books and things like that though he was trying not to go overboard. He didn't want the man fussing at him.

Stranger: “You’re almost more excited for this than I am.” Mycroft teased, “I can already see you with the pup in a baby sling, carrying them around at work while you bark orders at your team.” He appreciated Greg’s apparent eagerness for the pup to join them. He’d had some worry that the man might resent Mycroft or the pup, especially since it was technically the child of the man who had shot him. “The nursery just needs to be painted and arranged. I have all the furniture. I managed to salvage my grandmother’s rocking chair, with Sherlock’s help.”

You: "It's far more likely that you'll see me sleeping on the sofa with the pup asleep on my chest after we've had a late night snack. We'll be the picture of perfection..." Greg was happy to hear that Mycroft had gotten pretty far along with the nursery set up. "That's wonderful to hear. I should be able to handle the painting and set up of the furniture....which reminds me...I got you some things..." He held up his hand to let Mycroft know that he'd be right back before he disappeared into his room. He returned with two wrapped boxes. One contained this little cot and the other had the rest of the items for Mycroft and the baby. "Wasn't sure you were going to have a baby shower...or really when we'd be able to celebrate properly..." he set the boxes on the table for Mycroft.

Stranger: “I will remind you that you still have a cast on your hand.” Mycroft replied, “You’re welcome to help with the painting, but I’m not an invalid. I can do some of it.” He looked at the boxes, then back to Greg. “You didn’t need to do this, Gregory.” He smiled, “Though it is very thoughtful. Thank you.” He unwrapped the cot first, remarking on the practicality and thanking Greg again. He unwrapped the second package, looking at the books and the infant clothing. “A very fashionable infant.” He said, holding up a tiny pair of overalls patterned with bees.

You: Greg made a face at the man. "/You/ shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting while you're pregnant. The last thing we need is for you to become invalid." Greg was practically bouncing in his seat while Mycroft unwrapped the gifts. "The baby and I discussed making this easier on you for the first few weeks. The little cot fits right next to your bed with places to put wipes and diapers and things. So you won't have to go very far to change them or feed them in the middle of the night...." He reached into the smaller box and pulled out a little baby blanket. "This is one of my favorites..." The plush blanket was covered in tiny umbrellas.

Stranger: “Ah yes. You and the baby had conversations.” He smiled, “Can you convince them not to kick my bladder with such glee.” He looked at the blanket, reaching out to touch it with a soft smile. “It’s perfect, Gregory. All of it is. Thank you so much for this.”

You: "I've tried to remind the baby that they need to be a bit nicer to you given that you are doing them a huge favor by giving them a place to live for nine months but they're really stubborn..." he chuckled. "Do you mind that we've had conversations? Everything I've read says that it's good for us to talk to them while they're in the womb. This way they know who we both are....helps with bonding after they're born. Not that I'm going to bond with your pup or anything....it'd just be nice if they weren't scared of me when they got here..."

Stranger: Mycroft shook his head, reaching out to pat Greg’s cheek. “I don’t mind at all. I’m happy for them to talk to you, Greg. I appreciate the time and effort you are putting into preparing for this pup, and I love that you want to try and let them get used to your presence before they’re born. It’s important that they know you and are alright with you. What if something were to happen to me and I couldn’t come home from the hospital with them? They need to be used to you, content with your presence.”

You: Greg leaned into Mycroft's touch. "We're going to make sure that nothing happens to you and that you both come home from the hospital together." Greg didn't want to think about what would happen if Mycroft couldn't come home right away or worse didn't come home at all. He knew it was a needed plan. He knew that Mycroft had probably already updated his will and things to include instructions on where the pup would go in the event of his untimely demise. "Who gets custody if something happens to you?" Greg asked. "I realize that I might not want to talk about it but...we should"

Stranger: “Custody goes to you, now that we’re bonded.” Mycroft replied, “I texted Anthea and she is having my will updated. If you are unable or unwilling, she is next in line.” He glanced at Gregory. “I would understand if you didn’t feel willing or comfortable taking them if I died, but I trust you implicitly. You’re the first choice of guardian if I am unable.”

You: Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Just we're bonded doesn't mean you'd want them to come to me especially since I don't really have any claim to them..." he began. "But I'd be absolutely lying to you if I said I wasn't relieved to hear you say that you want them to stay with me. I am absolutely willing, Mycroft, biologically mine or not...I'm in with both feet."

Stranger: “You have more claim to them than their sire.” Mycroft frowned, “Sherlock is not a suitable guardian, for all I love him. I would not subject another child to my mother’s idea of parenting, and Peter’s parents are no longer living, not that they are better than my own.” He turned, looking at Greg intently. “I would choose you for them even if we hadn’t bonded. I trust you, Gregory, with myself and, more importantly, with my pup.”

You: "You're going to make me cry again." Greg choked out barely above a whisper. Greg fought hard against the urge to wrap Mycroft up in his arms and plant a kiss right on those beautiful lips of his. He knew the man would hate it. Knew it would be a selfish, inconsiderate move to make especially while Mycroft was so unbelievably vulnerable. Instead, he gave Mycroft a barely held together, dopey smile. He hoped against everything that Mycroft wouldn't grow to hate his sentimental nature. "How about that walk, hm?"

You: (hey, I have to grab dinner. Might be a hot minute before I'm back!)

Stranger: “Poor sentimental Alpha.” Mycroft said quietly, smiling, “How difficult it must be, knowing that at any moment I could do something like making you guardian or allowing you to hold me and sending you into tears.” He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Greg’s jaw before standing and grabbing his overnight bag from where he’d left it by the kitchen door. “Let me change into something I haven’t slept in, and then we can go.” He grinned after Greg before disappearing down the hall.

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Stranger: ((I have to run an errand for my mom, yikes. I’ll be gone a hot minute. If we get disconnected, I hope to find you again))

Stranger: ((Sorry))

You: (Hey! I'm back.)

You: Greg took a deep breath as Mycroft left him alone in the kitchen. He needed some time to collect himself after Mycroft's teasing and the kiss and just...everything. When he was sure his legs could hold him again he got up and cleared their mugs and the empty plate from the table and went to his room to change as well. "You've got to pull yourself together." He told his reflection as he stood in the bathroom. "You're absolutely impossible." He finished getting ready and returned to the front of his flat to slip on his shoes for their walk around the neighborhood.

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You: (Hi!)

Stranger: Mycroft was waiting by the door, carrying his umbrella but dressed casually in trousers and a jumper in a forest green tone. He smiled at Greg, offering his hand to the man once he had his shoes on. “Shall we?” He asked, “I know it isn’t meant to rain, but better safe than sorry, yes?”

You: "I'd be concerned if you didn't bring that umbrella of yours...don't think I've ever seen you outside without it." He took Mycroft's hand as they left the flat, locking the door behind him. It was such a happy, domestic act just walking around the neighborhood hand in hand. That part had shocked Greg. He hadn't expected Mycroft to want to hold hands though it made sense. They were both still quite needy from the new bond.

Stranger: “Yes, well...I find it to be quite useful in a variety of occasions.” He walked quietly for a time, enjoying the warm weather and having Gregory close by his side. It felt safe, felt correct in a way that contact with Peter never quite had, and Mycroft was reveling in the happy sensation. He knew it was partially influenced by the new bond, biology urging him to stay close to the safety of his Alpha, but there was also the genuine warm affection he held for Greg from their time together.

You: "You never cease to amaze me." Greg squeezed Mycroft's hand as they rounded the corner. "So we've figured out our living arrangements, talked about the nursery...seems like we've had a pretty productive morning, I'd say. I'll stay packing up my things tonight to get ready..."

Stranger: Mycroft smiled. “Flatterer.” He said lightly, “We have been very productive. Finished most of our necessary tasks. You’ll have enough time for a nap this afternoon, should you desire.” He looked at the other man for a moment. “I should warn you, I will have to visit my mother before long. And she likely will learn that we’ve bonded. I will try to keep her away from you, though.”

You: Greg nodded. "Do you think that she'll be disappointed in what's happened? In your choice for a new Alpha since I'm not one who wants to rule with an iron fist so to speak?" Greg had considered that Mycroft would need to visit his family and tell them of what had happened. "Do they understand how horrible Peter was to you?" he asked. "You know I don't mind coming with you...you need someone in your corner."

Stranger: “She will likely accuse me of being deliberately difficult to drive Peter away. She may imply that I’ve no sense of integrity for rebonding so quickly. She will undoubtedly disparage the fact that I’ve chosen a policeman.” He sighed, “I don’t want you to have to be exposed to her. I have never been, and will never be, a good enough Omega for her standards.” He looked away, falling silent as he tried to marshal his words into something that wouldn’t anger Greg. “Her thoughts were that I need discipline, and if Peter left a mark or an injury after, it was because I did something to drive him to it.”

You: "Wouldn't be the first time someone thought I wasn't worth anything," he said. " I don't want you going alone. Whether you take me with you or you invite your parents over to our flat, doesn't matter. I just don't think that your mother needs to continue such speak so harshly to you and she won't listen to reason at all....but I could...it'd be nice to be able to praise you a bit."

Stranger: Mycroft bit his lip, shaking his head. “I don’t want her at our flat.” He admitted, “I don’t want her to snoop through our things and criticize the wall colors.” He sighed, squeezing Greg’s hand. “If you come, you need to promise me you will keep your temper. Mummy is a master at getting under people’s skin, and this isn’t like Peter.”

You: Greg sighed. "I wouldn't punch your mother, Mycroft, but I would definitely have words with her. Starting with the fact that her way of thinking is archaic and that Omegas don't need discipline. She may not be physically abusing you but speaking down to you...constantly criticizing you...it's just as bad, Mycroft. Someone's got to put her in her place, wouldn't you say?"

Stranger: Mycroft shrugged. “I suppose I’ve grown accustomed to her ways. I was an unexpected child, and then presented omega on top of that. She was disappointed.” He leaned against Greg as they waited at a street crossing, “To be honest, my worry has more to do with her saying something rude to you. If she is unkind to you, I may not be able to hold my tongue.”

You: "Don't worry about me...I've got a thick skin, Myc. I doubt very much that your mother could say anything to me or about me that I haven't heard before." Greg couldn't help but smirk at the idea of Mycroft not holding his tongue. "Maybe that's what she really needs...you standing up to her and letting your thoughts and feelings on the matter ring out. Your mother sounds like a bully, Mycroft, just like Peter was."

Stranger: “I suppose she is, in some ways.” Mycroft replied, “I know you’ve a thick skin, Gregory, but that doesn’t mean I will simply let her try to tear down my chosen bond mate.” He shifted, biting his lip. “She may refer to the pup as a bastard, because I am no longer bonded to Peter. Try not to snarl at her?”

You: "I make absolutely no promises on that. Any person who would speak about their grandchild like that needs a bit of a snarl." Greg turned and pressed a kiss to Mycroft's temple. "I'm sure that your mother will do a fair bit of tearing us both down once she's told what's happened between you and Peter and told about the pup. We'll have to both try and be on relatively good behavior."

Stranger: “Oh, she knows about the pup.” Mycroft said, “That is the reason I have to visit.” He smiled a bit. “You’re taking this all very well. I appreciate that. I will let you know when she tells me the date.”

You: "What is there to take poorly?" he asked the man. "Your mother hates the fact that you had a bond scrubbed because she thinks that Omegas are inferior to Alphas. Now you've got an Alpha who isn't such a...traditional Alpha. Seems quite cut and dry really." Greg looked over to Mycroft as they walked. "I look forward to it..."

Stranger: “This mag be shocking, but most people don’t like the knowledge that their new partner’s mother will likely insult them the first time she meets them.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Greg’s jaw. “Should we start back soon? I think we’re losing the sun.” He featured up to the clustering clouds.

You: Greg couldn't help but chuckle as they turned back towards his flat. "Couldn't be any worse than being insulted by your new partner's brother the first time they met. Something about being a pathetic excuse for a DI who wouldn't know his right hand from his left hand if they were both the same. I think I can handle your mother....I've had some practice with in laws, you know?"

Stranger: Mycroft groaned. “Oh Sherlock...he’s always been combative and inappropriate.” He smiled at Greg gratefully. “You’re being very kind, and I appreciate it.” He smiled. “It should be after we find out the sex, so perhaps there will be a name she can refer to the pup by instead.”

You: "There's something fun we can do with our time...choosing baby names." He said. "Well, you can choose the name...I can just lay with my head in your lap talking to the baby while you look through pages and pages of unique, old world names.... then we can make sure to remind your mother that it's a living being with feelings and needs and opinions all their own is growing in there."

Stranger: Mycroft smiled at the image Greg brought into his mind; listening to the Alpha talking to the pup as they sat together, feeling the warm weight on his lap...He blinked, eyes a bit misty from the wash of emotion. “I would appreciate your input on names.” He remarked, “I was actually thinking of choosing something that isn’t as...unique as Sherlock’s name or my own. This little one deserves something a little easier, since so much of their life is in upheaval before they even arrive.”

You: "Don't worry. Live will settle down in time for their arrival. Once they get here they won't have any idea that things were ever anything but this..." he motioned between them as they walked. "We don't have to tell the baby about Peter or about what happened before. Think the only other thing we'll have to figure out is what they're going to call me if I'm still around in this capacity. Should it be Uncle Greg or Gregory or 'the silly old man'....possibilities are endless really.

Stranger: Mycroft nodded. “I’ve no plan to tell them about Peter; when they’re grown, perhaps, if they ask about their sire.” He looked at Greg, shaking his head. “You’re only a few years older than I am, Gregory...you’re hardly ‘old’. I suppose what they call you will depend on whether we are still bonded when they begin talking. We have time to think about it, to decide on something you’re comfortable with.” He kept to himself the fact that if the pup chose to call Greg something like Papa, Mycroft wouldn’t protest at all. “I was thinking of...testing our bond, this afternoon. To see if the sensation of being pulled apart has lessened. I don’t wish to cause you distress, but I’ll need to know if I need to arrange for another day of leave.”

You: "True but I'm going to tell you now that if they start calling me Papa or Dad you'll never be able to get rid of me." Greg nodded when Mycroft mentioned testing the bond that afternoon. "Don't worry about me," he said. "We both'll have to go back to work so we might as well get used to whatever pain we're going to experience due to separation. We can still keep up our meetings, can't we? That way we all get the best of both worlds."

Stranger: “Oh no. However will I cope with an affectionate Alpha who respects my boundaries and knows how to cook?” He snickered, nodding. “We can keep up our meetings if you like. You’ll see me every evening at the flat, of course, but the meetings are normal for us, and it will be nice to get extra time with you.”

You: "I meant before I move in, Mycroft, before I get all moved in we won't see each other every day, right?" he questioned. "Unless you just miss me so much that you can't stand to be without me...." It was far more likely that Greg would be the first to cave but he kept that bit of enlightened observation to himself. "When I move in it'll be a lot of time we'll have together. Mornings before work...time after work...weekends and holidays..."

Stranger: “Oh...of course.” He nodded, “I suppose I wasn’t thinking of before. I can’t promise I won’t come over to spend some time with you. Perhaps not every day, but...the feeling of contentment is rather intoxicating.”

You: "It's part of my allure," Greg added. "You're welcome in my flat anytime you want to come over. It shouldn't take me long at all to finish up packing my clothes and things. I started the other day when we first started talking about officially moving in together." The got back to Greg's flat and the Alpha let them inside. "Are you really feeling alright? No negative side effects?"

Stranger: “I feel alright, Gregory.” Mycroft assured him, “I promise to let you know if I feel any adverse effects. At the moment, I honestly feel rather pleasant; content and safe.” He looked at Greg. “I know it may not last, but I plan to enjoy it while it does.” ((Do you want to skip ahead some? Few weeks maybe?))

You: (Yeah, that'd be great!)

Stranger: ((BRB, the dog is screaming at someone))

You: Greg nodded. "Best not to assume it'll change...there's really no reason to think you'll go back to feeling miserable." Greg fixed them lunch that afternoon before Mycroft left for a few hours to test the bond. Greg decided it was best not to tell the man just how much he missed him. Nearly a month later, Greg had moved in all of his clothes to Mycroft's flat and had started to work on painting the nursery during the weekends. He and Mycroft moved the furniture, fussing between them on where things should go like a properly bonded couple. They spent their days at work, their evenings having dinner together and lounging around on the sofa looking for baby names when they weren't both still finishing up that day's work. It was absolutely perfect for Greg. The sort of home life he'd always wanted with a partner but never got to experience.

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Stranger: Mycroft had never felt more content in sharing a home, even as a child. Greg was considerate and helpful, willing to work together with Mycroft to shape their home as they wanted it. They’d discussed hundreds of names for the pup but come no closer to finding one that seemed perfect, leading Mycroft to simply refer to the growing pup as ‘little boy’ after a doctor’s checkup that had left him in grateful tears. One Sunday morning he poked his head into Greg’s open door, face pale and drawn. “We’re expected at Mummy’s by noon. Are you ready to go, Gregory?”

You: Greg was tugging on a jumper when Mycroft interrupted him. "Yeah, just have to put on my shoes. What do you think? Do I look proper enough to hold your mother's tongue for at least a few minutes?" he turned so that Mycroft could get a good look at him. Greg had showered, shaved and picked out his nicest outfit for their lunch with Mycrot's parents. "You know we don't have to do this, Mycroft, you aren't under her control anymore...I'm not in her pocket, remember?" he said moving to stand in front of Mycroft. He reached up and brushed his hands over Mycrofts shoulders and down his arms. "Either way I'll be right there beside you."

Stranger: Mycroft was wearing a suit, carefully tailored to fit with the swell of his stomach. He looked Greg over, nodding. “You look lovely. She’s unlikely to find fault with your clothing.” He leaned up, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Greg’s mouth. “If we do not go to her, she will come here. And I couldn’t bear that.” He sighed, shifting. “I appreciate your support more than I can say, dear.” He straightened, pressing a hand to his stomach as the pup kicked. “The car will be here soon.”

You: "It's not the clothing I was talking about. People's first impressions of you is like ninety percent visual, isn't it? If I look put together and posh we might have a better chance of not having an argument within the first ten minutes." Greg leaned down when Mycroft stopped for a moment. "Little one...you've got to take a break. We're going to visit your grandparents and your mum is already under enough stress..." Greg brushed a quick hand over Mycroft's bump. "Into battle as Sherlock would say, mm?" They moved out of his room so that he could put his shoes on. He made sure to grab his things as the driver knocked on the door of their flat.

Stranger: Mycroft chuckled. “He’s being stubborn today; I think he senses I am worried and is responding to it.” He followed Greg, speaking quietly to the driver to give him the address as they walked down to the car. The ride was tense, Mycroft sticking close to Greg’s side as though unable to bear sitting alone. When they pulled to a stop in front of the house he was the first one out, picking up the bottle of wine he’d brought for his parents in an attempt to appease them. “Into battle.” He murmured to Greg, “Will you ring the bell? I ought to stand behind; start off on the right foot.”

You: "You'll stand beside me, Mycroft. Partners, remember?" It wasn't an order by any means, it was simply a...request. Greg wanted Mycroft beside him in everything else...it just made sense that that would carrying over into this. Greg rang the bell of Mycroft's parent's house and immediately laced his fingers with Mycroft's, giving it a squeeze. "Together." he glanced quickly at Mycroft giving the man a small smile before the door opened. "Good afternoon Mrs. Holmes. Mr. Holmes." Greg had to remind himself to be polite and mind his manners. Mycroft had been trying to teach him over the last few weeks to be a little less brash in his modern mind set but Greg proved to be nearly as stubborn as his partner.

Stranger: Mycroft’s fingers trembled a bit in Greg’s grasp, but he didn’t let go, letting the touch soothe him as he glanced over his parents. “Mummy, Father.” He said quietly, nodding. Mummy was in front, of course, looking the two of them over with critical eyes while his father hung back a step, smiling at his son and Greg. Father was a perfect example of a traditional Omega, of course; he never needed ‘reminding’. Mycroft sighed, biting the inside of his lip. He passed the wine bottle to Father as they were ushered inside, turning automatically to take Greg’s cost and hang it with his own. He turned back, only to find Mummy eyeing Greg once more. “So...you are the Alpha Mikey has decided to throw away family tradition and decency for? He always has been a troublesome child, but this really is beyond the pale.”

You: Greg didn't protest the way Mycroft took his coat or remained just behind him when Mrs. Holmes started in on him. Greg knew instantly that Mycroft got his fire from that woman. "If by that you mean the Alpha your son made a conscious decision to take for love, comfort, and safety from the manipulative, abusive, psychotic Alpha you originally bonded him to, yes. Greg Lestrade...." The Alpha stuck out his hand to the woman. "It's very nice to meet you." Greg could nearly see the smoke coming out of the woman's ears. "Mr. Holmes..." Greg moved around the woman as if to dismiss her negative portrayal of their relationship and extended his hand to the elder Holmes. "Mycroft's told me so much about you....it's really a pleasure."

Stranger: Mycroft struggled for a moment, but managed to keep his glee at Greg’s casual disregard hidden. He watched his father shake Greg’s hand and greet the Alpha, so caught up in seeing his partner meet the man who carried him that he forgot to keep an eye on Mummy. He stiffened when she gripped his shoulder tightly, a soft yip of surprise escaping him. “I shouldn’t need to tell you that I am disappointed you’ve taken up with a mannerless lout.” She snapped, “For your own sake, I hope that pup is Peter’s and not proof of whatever affair you and your...partner were conducting.” Mycroft flushed, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t sp..speak of Gregory like that, Mummy. He’s been very kind. He was willing to bond with me so that you’d grandchild wouldn’t be harmed by the bond scrubbing.”

You: Greg was chatting with Mr. Holmes about his line of work when he heard the yelp from Mycroft. Mr. Holmes quietly asked Greg not to get involved as it was simply the way their family worked. Frowning at the man Greg responded quietly in return. "It's not the way my family works." Greg turned around again and immediately put himself between Mrs. Holmes and Mycroft. "I shouldn't need to tell you how disappointed I am to learn that my partner's own mother would sell him off to the highest bidder like some sort of farm animal." he snapped back. "Peter was well on his way to putting Mycroft into an early grave with the way he was hurting him. Broken bones, bruises....If it weren't for Alphas like me, Mrs. Holmes, Omegas like Mycroft would never learn what compassion or kindness is. The pup in his belly may biologically be Peter's but don't you /ever/ mistake that man for his father. /I/ am that pup's father whether you like it or not and I will /not/ allow you to talk to Mycroft so rudely, are we clear?"

Stranger: Mycroft clung to the back of Greg’s jumper with one hand, bracing himself to haul the Alpha back if he needed to. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to make the man come; it was never going to end well with the pair of Alphas butting heads. “Miley has always been stubborn and unwilling to learn. If he earned a few bruises through his smart mouth and inability to obey, it is simply his own fault. I never had to discipline his father, and we’ve been married nearly 48 years. It wouldn’t hurt Mikey to toughen up and learn to accept his place in life.” She sneered at Greg, eyes running over him. “You’re a soft excuse for an Alpha, and I will /not/ be lectured in my own house about how I speak to my ungrateful child.”

Stranger: *Mikey

You: "There's nothing at all to learn." Greg corrected the woman. "Mycroft's place is at the side of his Alpha, not three steps behind in quiet subservience. He's stubborn and outspoken and absolutely perfect the way he is. His smart mouth and his 'inability to obey' it's what's kept him alive when Peter was repeatedly abusing him. It wasn't just a few bruises, don't you understand? It was broken bones and punctured lungs and falls down the stairs. It was concussions and beatings that left scars. Your son is one of the bravest, wisest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. He's given me so much, taught me so much in the short time we've been bonded and I would rather be a soft Alpha than to rule with an iron fist any time someone put a toe out of line. You may demand blind loyalty and silent subservience from your Omega but I don't. Mycroft is my equal and always will be whether you approve or not doesn't matter but you will not speak ill of my partner no matter your feelings on our bond."

Stranger: Mycroft winced as Greg spoke, revealing things he’d kept hidden from his parents for years. He knew Greg had seen him once or twice lacking a shirt, when he woke crying out from a nightmare, but he hadn’t realized the Alpha had seen the scars. “Gregory, please...calm down.” He tugged lightly at the man’s jumper, “We don’t want Father’s meal to get cold. I’m sure he worked hard on it.” He didn’t dare look at his mother, who he was sure would be furious. She was used to being in charge in her home, and Peter had always been content to play the part of obedient Alpha son-in-law. Greg of course would not, nor did Mycroft truly expect him to. It wasn’t in the man’s nature to let insults about Mycroft slide off.

You: Mycroft pulled Greg out of his heated state enough that Alpha turned to look at him. "Love, it's alright, I promise." he reached up and gently brushed his thumb over Mycroft's cheek before pressing a kiss there. He turned back to face Mycroft's parents. "Apologies, Mr. Holmes. Mycroft's been raving about your cooking...it puts mine to shame, I'm sure. Can I help you with anything?" he asked the man knowing he'd say no. Greg had a feeling that Mr. Holmes was going to remain quiet throughout the meal, serving the Alphas before serving his son and then himself. He'd probably also be responsible for all of the washing up which Greg was absolutely /not/ going to stand for. "Shall we, Mrs. Holmes?"

Stranger: Mycroft heard his mother huff and storm off towards the dining room. He looked at Greg, leaning into the man and pressing his nose to the Alpha’s neck briefly to scent him. “Thank you.” He murmured, “That was very kind of you. I didn’t realize that you knew; about the scars, I mean.” He took Greg’s hand, tugging for him to follow. “Come, we can help Father carry the dishes out.”

You: Greg let out a shuddering breath when the woman left. He let Mycroft press against him and scent him, nodding. "She deserves to know that this started with her outdated rules," he said quietly before Mycroft tugged him off to the kitchen to help. He was glad to be of some use more than just starting arguments with stubborn Alphas. Greg helped Mr. Holmes with the dishes making sure to praise him loudly during lunch at how delicious everything tasted. Greg made sure to ask for more than one recipe, promising to keep the secret ingredients secret, hoping to let Mr. Holmes know how appreciated all his hard work was.

Stranger: Mycroft sat by his father, chatting quietly with the man whenever he wasn’t being chatted to by Greg. He watched as his mother fired question after question ag Greg, asking about his family, career, interactions with Mycroft, his first bond. She was clearly hoping the other Alpha would be tripped up, and Mycroft was quietly proud that Greg had no trouble keeping up with her.

You: Greg should have known that their lunch with his new in-laws would be anything less than an interrogation. He felt as if he was on trial for committing murder more than simply there for the Holmes' to get to know. "My parents passed a way a number of years ago and I certain miss them both. It's just my sister and I, she's three years younger." Greg went into more detail about his family knowing the woman wanted to know what tier of society Greg was raised in. "I've got twenty years in. Went into the force straight after University and been working my way up...that's how I met Mycroft actually...and Sherlock. We all work together at some point during cases...quite the family affair." he chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Mycroft's hand. "My Omega cheated on me repeatedly over the course of our eight year marriage. I respected her enough to let her go instead of keeping her locked up in a bond she didn't want." he said when asked about his previous partner. "Is there something in particular you're searching for, Mrs. Holmes?"

Stranger: “I simply wish to know why you, someone who knows the pain of an unfaithful partner, would put yourself in a position to be seen as an adulterous Alpha. Clearly you have no respect for your own reputation or Mikey’s. Not to mention the fast approaching bastard pup.” Mycroft dropped his fork, appalled at her words. “Mummy, that is enough!” He looked as shocked at his own words as his parents seemed, “Gregory has been nothing but kind and careful. Almost no one knows we are bonded, because he was concerned it might reflect badly on me due to leaving my bond with Peter. He suffered a gunshot because of his defense of me, and he is a far better man than Peter could even dream of being, not that he would.” He stood, setting his napkin on the table and pressing a kiss to his father’s forehead. “I’ll be in touch.” He murmured to the older Alpha before turning to Greg. “I believe we should go, Gregory.”

You: "People talk regardless of whether or not it's true. Mycroft never stepped out of the bounds of his contracted bond with Peter and I never stepped in them. My reputation can take it, I assure you." Greg's face flushed when the woman made a comment about the pup. He opened his mouth to respond but Mycroft beat him to it. Instead, Greg allowed Mycroft to stand up for himself ready to jump in if the Omega needed support which of course he didn't. He leaned over to Mr. Holmes as whispered something while Mycroft went off on his mother. 'You taught him well, sir', he told the man with a smirk. Greg nodded and turned to Mr. Holmes first. "Thank you so much for lunch, Mr. Holmes. It was lovely to meet you. I hope to see you again soon." Greg got up and pushed his chair in. "Mrs. Holmes," he said as he let Mycroft lead him out of the room. When they got to the front door Greg helped Mycroft into his coat before plucking his own off the hook. "Are you alright, Myc?"

Stranger: Mycroft was pale and shaking, jaw clenched as he tugged his coat on. His eyes softened for a moment as he looked at Greg and he shook his head. “That was horrendous.” He murmured, “I just...I need to get out of here.” When they were in the car he retreated to one corner of the seat, resting his cheek against the glass and texting the driver the instruction to take them home. He closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.” He finally spoke, “This was a mistake.”

You: Greg knew he'd messed up as soon as they were in the car. Mycroft stayed as far away from him as possible. Greg didn't say anything until Mycroft spoke some time into their journey home. "Should have listened to you about not joining..." he said. "And you're not the one who should be apologizing. It's my fault things got so heated...I couldn't...play the part she wanted...couldn't just let her talk to you like that. I'm sorry I lost my temper..." Greg looked over at Mycroft. "I'm proud of you though, Myc, for standing up to her. The look on her face when you met her head on was...priceless."

You: ** You don't think she'll be upset with your father, will she? She's not one to...punish him, is she?"

Stranger: Mycroft looked up, wide-eyed. “Gregory...no. Don’t apologize. I understand why you wanted to come, and...you were magnificent. I’ve never seen /anyone/ challenge her like that. I couldn’t believe how well you did. And...given the circumstances, you stayed fairly calm.” He reached out, touching Greg’s hand. “She won’t be upset with father. And she won’t hurt him. For all her talk, she’s rather softhearted when it comes to father. She rather dotes on him.”

You: Greg laced their fingers together. "So it's just you that she takes her frustrations out on, then...and all because you're just like her. You know that's what that is, right? You're both passionate, strong-willed, opinionated people. You both like to be right all the time...She's a good woman if a little misguided in the way modern households should run. I'm glad to hear that she's nice to your father. He's such a wonderful man." He hesitated a beat, afraid to ask for the reassurance he desperately sought. "Promise I didn't upset you by the way I acted?"

Stranger: “I’m too much like her.” Mycroft agreed, “And then when I presented...it was too much for her. She was so disappointed that I wasn’t an Alpha.” He sighed, shuffling closer and turning to drape his legs across Greg’s lap, not quite on his lap but close enough to wrap his arms around the Alpha’s neck and press a kiss to his cheek. “You did not upset me, Gregory. No one has defended me like that...ever. You were very protective; it was very pleasant.”

You: Sherlock looked at John when he touched his forehead before he moved away a little, not wanting to be touched right now really. "No. That's not true. I just don't like being around them when I know my heat is coming and I especially can't watch you touching them and wanting them." He mumbled. He rolled his eyes when John told him that Mary was about to go into heat and looked away, he couldn't stand the thought of it all right now. Sherlock knew that he needed more attention then most and he couldn't get that. Especially when he needed it. None of the others particularly liked him and he didn't overly like them either which meant that he couldn't seek attention from anyone else. Which was hard when John was preoccupied with other Omegas. "I know." He whispered then and looked down at the floor when John moved to sit on the bed. "I don't know what to do really, John. For the best. I don't think I can cope with sharing.. I don't think I can cope with much right now." He mumbled and then sighed a little bit as he did. "I don't want to leave though. No Alpha will be as kind to me as you are and.. well, I like you a lot." He added and then shrugged a little bit. "I'll just have to deal with it."

Stranger: "You shouldn't have to deal with it, Sherlock." John sighed, wishing he could reach out, but instead left his hand on the side of the bed, just in case Sherlock felt like affection. "I know someone, who doesn't have any Omegas right now. His died, really unfortunate. He was heartbroken. Maybe, if you... Wanted just one person, you could go with him? Even if- Sherlock, I don't want you to leave. I care about you. You're my Sherlock." John smiled, wiggling his fingers a little. "I'd be lost without you peering over my shoulder in the mornings to see if I'm making you a cup of tea, when we're both up way before any of the other Omegas. I love our mornings, I know I always have an hour with you before anyone else wakes up and I have to go to work, and it's perfect."

You: "And I don't want to leave you. I adore you." Sherlock whispered back and looked down at the others hand. He sighed before he reached out to take, bringing it close to his face so he could kiss it before he let it go. "I know. It's just.. I don't know, I feel lonely I guess. Because I crave attention constantly.. I don't know why and I wish that I didn't but when I don't have you, it's close to impossible to deal with. I feel miserable and I feel angry." He tried to explain before he rested his head on his shoulder. "None of the others really like me and honestly, I don't like them so it's not like I can get any attention from them. I wish I could make this simpler for you.. I'm sorry that I cause so much trouble, I really am."

Stranger: As Sherlock eventually sought comfort, John toed off his shoes, shifting down to rest on Sherlock's bed, Sherlock having the smallest room but it let in the most light, it was also the furthest from the others but the closest to John's, so Sherlock had picked it for his own convenience, and John had liked the other was closer, and had his own free space that way. He gently pulled Sherlock in against him, stroking his fingers over Sherlock's curls softly. "You aren't trouble, I'm just worried. You weren't downstairs, we were all watching a film and I missed you, is all." He reassured, trying to give Sherlock the attention he was missing out on now. "Would you like to... Come sleep downstairs with me tonight?" John asked, biting his lip. No one shared his room, it was private. They had a guest room for shared heats if needed, but no one shared John's room. "You can't.. Tell them, though."

You: Sherlock curled against John's warmth, seeking out every part of him. He nuzzled into his neck and closed his eyes as he took in his scent. "I'm sorry. I should have come and said anything instead of just running away from it all." He mumbled and sighed a little against his neck. He froze when John asked him to share his room though and he knew straight away that it was a very high privilege. He knew that John had slept in other peoples room and had heats in the guest room but no one had ever gone into John's room. "I.. I would love that." He whispered and then kissed the others cheek with a small smile. "I won't. I promise." He commented and then gave him a small smile before he move to kiss down his neck before. John, somehow, always knew how to make things better and he felt very lucky right now that he could be with John in his room tonight.

Stranger: It felt so easy, with Sherlock. Always had. He could relax against these sheets, Sherlock's scent like vanilla, and honey, all soft scents, not too citrusy like Mary's or too sweet like Molly's, it was perfect. John loved all his Omegas, as he should, he cared for them all, but Sherlock held a special place in his heart, as much as he knew it was wrong to pick favourites. He hummed as Sherlock kissed down his neck, letting himself enjoy it as his hand slid to Sherlock's neck, bringing him up as he met their lips, letting himself get a bit carried away with it, even if he didn't usually engage in any of this unless they were in heat. "Come down when everyone is asleep, make sure no one sees you, I don't want anyone jealous." John told him, mouthing over Sherlock's jaw, kissing him everywhere he could reach.

You: With a sigh, he let them kiss slowly, his mouth pressing softly against John's before the other pulled away to speak and he nodded slowly. "Okay. I will do. Thank you, John. I feel incredibly lucky." He whispered and then closed his eyes as John began to mouth over his jaw, gentle kisses being pressed against his skin and he adored it. He adored every second. He pressed kisses to John's face and neck in return, wanting to show his appreciation more now than ever. "You better go." Sherlock muttered after a few moments. "You are going to miss the rest of your film and the others will be wondering where you have gone." He commented and then pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Stranger: "Come down, stay with me? I'll make you tea, sweet as you like." John promised between kisses. It wasn't usual to have a relationship, not a proper one, whatever that was anymore, with an Omega, but John craved something. He liked kissing for no reason other than it was enjoyable, and sliding his hand down Sherlock's thigh to pull him in close, just because bodies pressed together felt good, not because they had to do it due to some heat. "You can sit with me? On my lap, if you want, even if you're too tall to hold properly. Please?" John asked, kissing down Sherlock's neck now, applying a little suction to his kisses to tempt him more.

You: John was always so tempting in ways that he could never quite understand. They had never done anything like this though, they had never kissed outside of heats or touched each other so intimately like this. He knew it was a dangerous game but he was enjoying every second. He let out a soft moan as John pulled him close and began sucking a little on his neck, sighing deeply before he nodded slowly. "Okay.. okay. I'll come with you. But I want tea, with three sugars and I want to sit on your lap because I don't wan to spend a second without being close to you right now." Sherlock mumbled and then kissed him again, letting it last for a few seconds before he pulled away. "I hope that's okay with you."

Stranger: "You can have anything you want," John whispered, licking a stripe up Sherlock's throat, pressing one hand to the bed as he kissed lower, managing to mouth over his collarbones, just letting himself feel comforted for once. "Hm, shall we go?" John offered, though he didn't much want to, too busy kissing the other, even though he knew if he did he'd get aroused. And.. He'd never, not outside of a heat. It seemed the Omegas weren't for that, and John had heard of 'casual sex' being offered with Beta's instead. John kept out of it as best he could. "You smell amazing," John whispered, nosing at Sherlock's scentpoint. "Incredible."

You: Sherlock moaned a little again at how John licked at his collarbone and up his throat. He was seriously making it very hard for him to actually want to leave. "I think we should." He muttered as John nuzzled in his neck and scented him. He leaned his head back and sighed softly as he did. "You smell amazing too. I love your scent. It is always so calming." John smelt like apples and cinnamon, it was warm and always made him want to stay close. He knew they were both finding it very hard to move away from the bed right now and especially because this was something that neither of them had done.

Stranger: It would be familiar for Sherlock to smell so strongly of John when he returned downstairs, an easy way to calm an unsettled Omega was to scent them, so he knew they wouldn't be suspected in any way doing that. It was just whether they'd make it downstairs, when kissing him seemed so enticing. John kissed the soft spot just under Sherlock's ear, pressing his body down against the mattress. "We can.. Kiss, if you like, in my room, tonight?" He offered, nervous, having never offered something so out of the ordinary. Yet the idea of Sherlock eventually wanting to leave unsettled him, and he selfishly wanted to have as much of Sherlock to himself in case he did leave in the end. "I'd hate to leave you," He murmured, still kissing over his neck, "you've been with me so long. Ever since you started living here, I just wanted to keep you safe and happy and that smile you offer me every morning, I don't want to lose it."

You: "We can do that." Sherlock whispered in return, knowing the offer wasn't one that John just gave out easily. "Thank you." He added then, knowing that he needed to be very thankful for this. God, he wanted nothing more but to kiss John in his room all night. He wanted nothing more right now. He frowned at what John said next and nodded a little as he spoke. "I know. I.. I don't want to lose you, more than anything. Maybe we can make this work? I'll find a way, okay? I'm sure that I just need to find a way to accept all this and maybe try to build bridges with the others. I don't want you to be sad either. I only want to make you happy." He whispered and reached a hand down to take John's chin, lifting it so that he could kiss him again.

Stranger: "If you need to leave, I won't blame you," John whispered, letting Sherlock kiss him, his hand sliding into Sherlock's curls, gently massaging at his scalp. "Mhm, Sherlock," John murmured, winding his free arm around Sherlock's waist, holding him in close as they kissed, John deepening it when he could. "We should... Should go downstairs..." John mumbled, but it was getting lost between the kisses, feeling himself heat up a bit, and the last thing he wanted was to rile himself up too much, but Sherlock was too intoxicating, in the very best way.

You: Sherlock shook his head a little bit and sighed as the hand slipped into his hair, taking in a deep breathe as he moved his arm around John's waist as they kissed. They were getting deeper and longer, he didn't want to leave but he knew that they had to. He pulled away a little and looked into John's eyes. "We can do this tonight..then no one can disturb us and no one will get suspicious, hm?" He whispered and kissed the others forehead. His heart was already racing as he thought about how they could be together later on, sharing soft kisses and gentle touches. It would be perfect. Sherlock would make sure that it was perfect.

Stranger: "I just want someone," John whispered, resting his forehead on Sherlock's shoulder with a heavy sigh. "I know you're all here because you have to be, because you were gifted or bought. And that's the way. And you only want this when you're in heat. It's just.. Difficult. I asked if I could have one Omega, initially. But the idea is frowned upon." John explained, leaning back and sitting up, sorting out his hair and slipping back into his shoes once he stood, sliding his hands down his shirt to remove the creases. "It is what it is. All of this. Anyway, shall we go?" John smiled sadly, heading to the door. "I'll go make tea, see you downstairs." He told him before heading to the kitchen to make a teapot, adding enough sugars to Sherlock's own mug, and the rest their own desired amount, but never as many sugars as Sherlock personally liked. The sweet toothed man.

You: Sherlock wished John had said anything, because the words floated in his head and he just sat there fore a moment as he took it all in. John just wanted someone. He wanted someone to kiss and someone have completely. He only wanted one Omega but had ended up with four. He eventually got up from the bed and headed downstairs, walking into the kitchen. He watched John for a moment before he looked behind him to check that no one else was around. He got closer then and slipped his arms around the others waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I want you." He whispered into his ear. "And not because you brought me either." He added before he pulled away and took his mug, sipping slowly at the boiling hot liquid while his cheeks burned a little from what he just said.

Stranger: In a bit of daze, just making the tea, he didn't notice that he wasn't alone until those familiar arms wrapped around him, lips to his cheek, and John all but sank into the touch. His heart grew heavy as Sherlock told him the words he wasn't expecting any Omega to actually mean, and he placed his hands over Sherlock's, offering a squeeze before the other let go. John checked the doorway, noticing they were safe, before he stepped over, taking the mug from Sherlock's hand and cupping the man's cheeks, bringing him down for a slow kiss as he pressed him against the counter. "I want you too," John whispered, tongue slipping past his lips and licking against the seam of Sherlock's. He had no idea whether Sherlock had felt like this for a while now, but it made sense, now he considered it. The other Omega not wanting the other's company, just wanting John, feeling the need to keep to himself. Maybe he was wanted after all.

You: Sherlock wasn't expect anything more, he had just wanted John to know, more than anything else. Then he felt John take the cup out of his hands and he looked at him. He pressed his lips back against the others while he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a long kiss. He couldn't believe that John wanted him in return and god, he could kiss him forever. He felt the tongue licking against his and he let out a small moan before he parted his lips slowly. This was heated and good, better than anything he had felt. He pulled away for a second before he moved to sit up on the counter and then pulled John close again, leaning down to kiss him while his legs wrapped around his waist and he let them both indulge in the moment of just kissing.

Stranger: John let out a small sigh, a silent moan by any other words and he gripped onto Sherlock's hair, pulling him in closer as he let the pair of them let out the tension that had been caused by those words. His tongue met with Sherlock's and his hands wanted to be everywhere, all at once, sliding down under Sherlock's thighs and hoisting him in closer, breath getting heavier by the minute. It was after five more of them did John lean back, out of breath and Sherlock's lips a little red. "Ah, we... They're right there. And you have to pretend you got a rash, on your lips, okay?" John told him, not wanting to get caught before they could share a night, just them. John leant back, taking the tray of tea with shaky hands and smiling, heading for the doorway, though unable not to keep looking back at Sherlock in the process.

You: The whole thing was getting heated and John's hands were touching him in a way he'd swore they never had before. He'd kissed John a thousand times but this felt different. All previous kisses had been during a heat where he could barely remember a thing and he was just desperate for release more than anything else. It meant things were usually just quick and they barely had enough time to touch one another like John was currently doing in the kitchen. He wished the other didn't have to pull away and he actually whined softly before he nodded at the others words. "Okay." He whispered softly. He jumped gently off the counter and grabbed his cup of tea. He took a sip of it before he followed John into the front room. He moved a hand and pretended to itch his lips a bit and then managed a small smile at both Molly and Greg.

Stranger: "How is the film, you two? Mary is still asleep upstairs, though Sherlock is coming to join us." John smiled as he sat down, placing the tray on the coffee table for everyone to tuck into, with the biscuits beside, before patting his thigh for Sherlock to slide onto his lap. "How are you feeling, Sherlock, bit better?" He asked, needing an excuse to have been up there so long, not wanting the others to think he was being rebellious since Sherlock, of course, was not the best behaved. He let Sherlock take his lap space, and as Molly crawled in closer, trying to worm her way in, John glanced at Sherlock, deciding to let him choose whether he'd allow such or not.

You: Sherlock watched as the other two nodded and explained what John had missed. He stood there, a bit awkwardly for a moment before John spoke to him. "Yes. A little bit." He muttered and then moved to put his cup on the coffee table before he slid onto John's lap. He curled up against him and closed his eyes. This was actually nice, better than he expected. He opened his eyes when he felt Molly getting closer and he looked up at John. He gave a small nod then, not wanting to deny the others the very fact of being close to their master. He knew that John loved them and they loved him in return. The whole kissing thing had kind of made him feel a bit better about the situation because he knew none of them had ever got kisses like that from John outside of their heats.

Stranger: John curled his arms around Sherlock, settling back into the film as he rested his cheek atop Sherlock's head, letting the brunet curl his head under John's chin, still able to see the television if he wanted to watch it with them. He moved a hand to sift through Molly's hair too, just for a small while, smiling at her as the film played on. He did wonder about Mary, when exactly her heat would start, but he figured he'd know immediately, just hoping it wasn't too soon. Partway through the film, the room dark with just the telly on for the cinema experience, John slid his fingers under Sherlock's shirt at the side, being subtle as he moved the blanket over them, Greg curled up in his on the chair and Molly on the other side of the sofa, wrapped up in her own blanket.

You: The whole thing was actually very relaxed and neither of the two other omegas made any massive grabs for attention. It was something that made him think that maybe he had been overreacting the whole time. Sherlock was often like this, he made up scenarios in his head that were often worse than what the actual reality was. He couldn't really believe how calm and safe he felt in this very moment. The blanket was soft and warm ad he even watched a little bit of the film although he had no interested in his. He felt John's hand against his skin about halfway though and he hummed a little bit. John was certainly being very touchy and he didn't mind. He closed his eyes then and enjoyed the feeling of John's fingers against his skin.

Stranger: Now he'd had a chance with Sherlock, he didn't want it to end. John was a naturally affectionate sort, and the idea of having him closer appealled considerably. Sliding his hand over Sherlock's waist, John gently dropped a kiss to Sherlock's temple, making sure to be subtle so not to get caught. He smiled at Sherlock softly, hand moving down to the other's thigh under the blanket, remembering their moment in the kitchen earlier. Sherlock actually wanted him. And he wasn't in heat, that much was clear. It should be a few days at least before he came onto it, so John had hope that he might actually enjoy tonight.

You: Sherlock looked up at John after he had kissed the top of his head and smiled a little. There was just something between them that was special and intimate. Some sort of spark that neither of them could deny. He felt the other move a hand down to his thigh and he smirked a little bit before he rested his head back against his chest. He didn't want to be obvious so he kept quiet and pretended to continue to watch the film. All while, John's hand on his thigh seemed to make him feel more excited than he expected. He was very much looking forward to tonight and he hoped that nothing ruined it.

Stranger: Being as quiet as he could be, John pressed his lips to the shell of Sherlock's ear, whispering, "I want you," gently as he squeezed his thigh, wanting Sherlock to know for definite that his care was shared. The film didn't take long to end, and once it did, John gently stroked down Molly's side to wake her, not wanting to disturb her too much. "Bed, I think?" He offered, gently moving Sherlock off his lap and heading back into the kitchen to put away their mugs. "You okay, Greg? You're quiet tonight." John asked, noticing him having kept to himself but not falling asleep. "Film had a weird ending, I wasn't really expecting him to end up there, were you?" He asked, still being sweet with all his Omegas

You: The squeeze made him shudder a little bit and the way that John whispered those words didn't help. The other was intoxicating. He wished they didn't have to move but he was somewhat glad, because it meant that they could be alone finally. He slipped off the others lap and moved to sit where John had been siting. He looked up at John spoke and then glanced over at Greg. "I'm fine. Just tired." He spoke and gave a small smile before he got up from his chair and went to wake Molly up as she had fallen asleep again. "Yes. I wasn't expecting it either. It was a good film though." He commented and then glanced over at Sherlock. Honestly, the other made him feel a little uncomfortable due to how standoffish he was and things he had said in the past. He was trying to ignore it though as he took Molly's hand and helped her up.

Stranger: Gently smiling at Molly as Greg helped him up, he led them to the stairs and kissed the top of Molly's head sweetly, telling her to have a good rest. He then turned to Greg, stroking a hand down his arm. "See you tomorrow, alright?" John smiled, Greg always a little quieter than the rest, and he leant in to kiss his temple too before letting them go off to bed. "Sherlock, bed too." He called, knowing the other couldn't look like he was getting special treatment. Although before he sent him up, he embraced him, leaning close to his ear. "Come down when you want to, I'll be there." He whispered before letting him go to head off to his bedroom once he'd turned the TV off, taking a quick shower before bed and slipping into some fresh pyjamas, deciding to read for a little while.

You: Sherlock headed upstairs and took a shower himself, wanting to try and calm himself before he came downstairs. He changed into his pyjamas before he decided to go downstairs. He checked outside his door a few times before he crept downstairs. He checked constantly behind him before he knocked on John's door. He was scared someone would see him and he didn't really want this ruin. He didn't even wait for John to reply as he slipped into his room and shut the door. He was too worried that someone would come down for a glass of water or something. "Hey." He whispered and looked up at John. His heart was racing faster than it ever had and he couldn't seem to calm down.

Stranger: John looked up as Sherlock came in, smile slipping onto his lips as he pulled the covers down a bit for Sherlock to join him. John's room didn't have much in, it was roomier than the others, it had a spacious bed and a few of John's personal belongings inside. Books, photos, trinkets. It was very John. "Hello,come in." John greeted, patting the space beside him as he put the bookmark in and set the book on the bedside table. "No one is awake? You're pretty sneaky so I'm sure you're fine." He teased, smile only growing wider.

You: Sherlock looked around at the rather big room and smiled a little. He could see photos and things that he knew were special to John, it was a wonder to get to see them all. He moved over to John's bed and moved to get beside him, looking around some more. "I.. yes, I'm pretty sure that no one else is awake. I checked so many times, I was so scared someone would see me." He muttered and then pressed a kiss to his cheek and then grinned. "I can't believe I'm here. I'm honestly so lucky." He mumbled.

Stranger: "I didn't realise you were so upset, and I felt awful, this is the least I can do." John smiled, shuffling down and pulling Sherlock in close. "Did you mean what you said, in the kitchen?" He asked, having meant to ask for some hours now, his hand sliding to the small of Sherlock's back. "I want this. Something normal, to be close before having to go through the heats all over again. I know it never feels real. We might be bonded but I feel it divided and it's... Difficult." John explained, not wanting to dwell on the negative too much. "How can it be frowned upon to just have one partner, you know?" Thinking, John stroked a hand down Sherlock's back. "Where would you be, where would you want to be, if I'd never bonded with you?"

You: "Hey. I didn't want to make you upset." Sherlock said with a small smile and moved close to John. "Yes. I really meant it. I want you." He whispered and then closed his eyes. "I understand. It doesn't feel as good as what it did today, kissing you outside of a heat, it feels normal and natural and just.. something different." He commented and then sighed a little bit. He didn't know how it could be frowned upon, he really didn't understand the world sometime. He wished that they could be together like this. Sherlock looked up at John when he asked that question before he shrugged. "I don't know. I've never thought of a life outside of you. You are all I've ever known and I'm glad, because you are something else, you are something special."