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I blink as my eyes open to an unusually sunny day for a January. I cannot help but smile enjoying the ridiculous thread count of the linens I lie in… So much luxury!
So, this is my life now? Yes, this is my life now.
It has only been a few weeks that Mycroft asked me to be a permanent resident, not a visitor. It’s been amazing – yet a teeny, tiny part of me still cannot accept I am worthy of living in this, but here I am.
That will not do.
I am in love with and loved by a most amazing man. I am worthy of him and this.
My smile falters when I discover an empty bed. Before I can really think to question it, I hear the answer in a steady rhythmic pattern.
I should not be hearing that and know without looking he left the bedroom door ajar, so I’ll know where he is.
Damn, he feels he overindulged at dinner.
And this is the penance: me in an empty bed – him on the treadmill.
That will not do.
I unfold myself from the sheets, handle necessities and enter the home gym.
I know he hears me enter, but focused on his run, ignores me.
Give it your best shot, Iceman, that really will not do.
I walk into his line of vision.
Me and my erect nakedness.
Mycroft grins in appreciation, shuts off the machine and dismounts.
It’s a start…
As always, he lifts his top to rub his belly, but my hand is already there unzipping him from his track suit.
"You’re adorable. I have a new exercise for my gut.”
“Whose gut?” He raises an amused brow.
“This gut...” I pat his belly. “…This arse…” I grab his bum.
“…All this? Mine.” I kiss him as I push down his trousers and pants. “This exercise will do wonders.”
“And what says I would be receptive to this exercise?” He kicks off his trainers.
I kneel placing a kiss just under Mycroft’s now naked navel and work my way down to envelope his erectness in wet warmth.
Yes, that will do.
“My gut.”
