The next morning Greg woke up feeling dopey and content. For a moment he couldn't remember what had put him in that mood but he smelt the cinnamon still hovering in the air and started to remember. He turned round and saw John and Mary. They must have moved around so Greg now lay on his back with Mary's back pressed into his side. John and Mary had found each other in the night, arms and legs entwined, facing each other with their foreheads touching. Greg couldn't remember the last time he'd seen anything so beautiful, so perfect. That he'd got to share a little bit of it made him feel like the luckiest man on earth. He shuffled out of bed, throwing on a t-shirt and some boxers before heading down to the kitchen. He put the kettle on a searched about for mugs and spoons, making teas for John and Mary and a coffee for himself. He put them on a tray and, remembering, grabbed the flaky cinnamon whirls they'd failed to eat the night before. If they were one of his favourites before that was nothing to how he felt about them now.

As he pushed the bedroom door open he saw John on top of Mary holding her hands above her head, she was squirming and giggling underneath him as he dropped dozens of butterfly kisses along her hairline. Clearly she was very ticklish there. Greg would have to remember that for next time. Greg suddenly stopped. There would be a next time wouldn't there? They hadn't talked about it. Maybe this was just a one time thing. Greg groaned internally, he couldn't cope with that, going back to wishing and longing all over again but with all these memories searing through his mind. "Greg?" Greg looked up. John and Mary were still lying on top of one another but now their concerned faces were fixed on him. God had he said any of that out loud? Greg shook himself, he'd just been standing in one place too long. "Sorry," he said "Just remembered something that's all. Tea?"

He walked over to the bed and carefully balanced the tea tray. As John and Mary sat up he handed them the cups and perched himself on the end of the bed. They were still looking at him oddly. "Greg?" said John "What are you doing over there?" He patted the space in the bed between them. Greg awkwardly crawled up, coffee in hand, to sit between them. He wanted to ask, but he was too afraid of the answer. He felt a soft hand stroke at the hair just behind his ear "Greg…" murmured Mary "What's wrong?" Greg steeled himself. He'd have to ask sooner or later. "I was just wondering, is this, y'know just a one time thing?" Mary leaned back looking startled "Oh, well. I suppose we were hoping, if you would like, I mean, I'd like to keep…" John sighed. "Look at the pair of you." He reached up to Greg and kissed him on the mouth, it was strong and insistent. When John pulled away Greg's lips were red and swollen. "What did you think we were going to do for the rest of the weekend?" he asked. "And believe me if last night was anything to go by we might decide on Sunday to lock the doors and keep you here forever. I want you, we want you, again and again and again for as long as you can stand it. Clear?" Greg managed to pull his dumbfounded look into a grin. "Crystal".

Mary smiled and took a sip of tea, reaching for john's hand. They sat for a few moments in companionable silence, sipping teas and coffees. Greg had just reached out for one of the pastries when John's mobile phone rang. "Oh bloody hell" cursed John as he levered himself up and strode across the room "If that's Sherlock about those bloody mould cultures again…" he picked up the phone and looked at the screen. "Oh" he said quietly "Not that Holmes brother…" he tapped the screen and brought the phone to his ear "Hello Mycroft, good to hear from you…. Of course, you're always welcome, we'd love it… Oh, Saturday as in today?" John looked across at Greg "No, I'm not sure we can…" Greg was remembering a tall fair man in an impeccable suit, slim and elegant, with a quirk of his lip that made Greg tingle a little whenever he saw it and a long neck that begged to be kissed. John's eyes were widening and mouth forming into a grin as he clocked the look on Greg's face, he turned briefly to his wife who was holding back a excited giggle, then looked back into Greg's eyes, which were clearly seeing someone that wasn't in the room, someone they liked the look of very much indeed. "Actually Mycroft, strike that, today is fine… yes I'm sure, we have some other company but you know him… Greg Lestrade… yes, DI Lestrade… yes" John quirked an eyebrow "Two hours, that's very soon Mycroft… Oh no, no trouble at all, just surprised your diary was free" John was grinning wickedly now. "Of course, I understand… See you in a couple of hours then, bye." John walked across the room back to the bed and gently pushed Greg's jaw up so his mouth closed. He and his wife clinked their teacups in celebration. Today was going to be a very good day.