Fuck. Greg regretted saying it right away, but even then he couldn’t make himself break their locked gaze.
But neither did Mycroft. His breathing was heavier, and he had colour in his cheeks, and Jesus christ did Greg need to find a way to break this tension before something…happened. He wasn’t feeling enough in his right mind to handle whatever the hell was going on here.
The Opposition Party - Chapter 4 - by mydwynter (x)