A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! I was listening to an old playlist and the song Little Things by One Direction came on. I had the sudden image of Greg singing this to Mycroft and it was really cute and fluffy so I decided to write it! There is a tiny amount of smut so SMUT WARNING!! Enjoy<3

When Greg came out of the shower, Mycroft was still sleeping. He leaned against the bathroom door and watched his lover sleeping, sprawled out over the bed. The sheets were twisted around his waist and he was lying on his stomach. Greg smiled fondly and stepped closer to his lover, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently brushing a lock of hair from Mycroft's face.

The other man blinked awake, his eyes slowly focusing on Greg and a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Morning Gorgeous." Greg leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Mycroft's lips. "How'd you sleep?"

"With my eyes closed." Greg laughed, he loved seeing Mycroft like this, his walls down, revealing a part of his personality only Greg was allowed to see. "Why are you up right now? Did you get called in?"

"Babe, it's almost ten. You slept in." Mycroft blinked up at Greg, reaching for the blankets and starting to cover his body.

Greg had noticed the man's issues with his body just after they started dating six months before. It wasn't that hard to miss it, when Mycroft always made certain to keep the lights off during sex, and did everything he could to ensure that Greg never saw him fully naked. He always monitored what he ate and he worked out regularly.

Greg hated seeing how uncomfortable Mycroft was with his body.

He stopped Mycroft from covering himself and leaned down, pressing soft kisses to his shoulders and spine.

"Gregory-"

"Have I told you how stunning you are recently?" Greg whispered as he continued kissing and nipping at the skin of Mycroft's back.

"I believe you mentioned something about your opinions last night." Greg chuckled and nudged at Mycroft's sides until the man rolled over. He smiled down at the politician and kissed him softly. "I will never understand why you feel that way." Greg felt his heart crack at the words and shifted so he was straddling Mycroft's hips.

He leaned down, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach as he thought of the words to describe why he loved Mycroft Holmes.

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

But bear this mind it was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me

"Gregory-"

"Shush My Love, let me finish."

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile

You've never loved your stomach or your thighs

The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

But I'll love them endlessly

Greg whispered the words over Mycroft's skin as he continued kissing and nipping at the skin. He could feel Mycroft's breath becoming shaky as he spoke.

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea

Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep

And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep

Though it makes no sense to me

Greg heard Mycroft sniffle and moved up to his lover's face, kissing away the tears that were falling from his eyes.

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape

You never want to know how much you weigh

You still have to squeeze into your jeans

But you're perfect to me

Greg placed his hands on Mycroft's cheeks and kissed him softly, pouring every ounce of love he felt for the man into the kiss.

You never love yourself half as much as I love you

You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to

If I let you know, I'm here for you

Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you

Mycroft wrapped his arms around Greg's neck and pulled him in for a hug, tucking his tear-stained face in the crook of his lover's neck. Greg shifted so he was lying between Mycroft's thighs, feeling the other man wrap his legs around his waist.

I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth

Because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to

And I'm in love with you, and all your little things.

Greg pulled back slightly and kissed Mycroft, a slow tender kiss that gradually built into a deep, passionate kiss.

"G-Greg please-" The DI smiled and reached for the bottle of lubricant they kept by the bedside table. He was probably going to get shit for being late from Sherlock, but he didn't care. Mycroft needed this, needed to feel how much Greg loved him.

He quickly slicked his fingers and pressed into his Mycroft's body, feeling how loose his entrance still was after their activities the previous night.

For the first time since they started dating, Mycroft left the lights on and didn't try to hide from Greg while they made love. It was slow, tender, and perfect.

When they finished, Mycroft curled against Greg's side, pressing gentle kisses to his chest and shoulder.

"I love you Gregory." He whispered softly, barely audible in the stillness.

"I love you too Myc."

"I'm sorry I hide from you." Greg pushed himself up on his elbow and leaned over Mycroft, kissing him sweetly. "I just, I'm not used to someone genuinely enjoying my body, or me in general." Mycroft looked up at Greg with an expression so open and loving, Greg felt his heart try to stop beating for a moment. "You go against everything I have ever imagined for myself and it's terrifying."

"I know Babe, same goes for me. After twelve years of a shitty marriage, I didn't think I would ever find someone I could love again. Then you came in with your umbrella and your snarky baby brother, and I started to see what I was missing." Greg kissed Mycroft again, smiling against his lips as he felt the other man sigh happily. "I've got to shower again before I go. Your brother is going to kill me."

"He wouldn't dare." Greg laughed and extricated himself from Mycroft's arms, standing and heading for the en-suite bathroom. "Gregory?"

"Yes Love?"

"Would you like some company?" Greg turned and grinned at his lover, who was sitting up in the bed and blushing furiously. One of the many things Mycroft would never do is shower with Greg.

"I would love some." Mycroft nodded, swinging his legs off the bed and standing, keeping the sheet wrapped around his shoulders. "You look like Sherlock in that sheet."

Instantly, the sheet hit the floor and Mycroft sent Greg a glare that had him doubled over with laughter.

"Come on, you gorgeous thing, let's get ready for work."