Prompt: Mycroft and Greg go iceskating and end up falling on top of each other…
‘Good Lord,’ Mycroft whispered under his breath as his feet slid slowly out from beneath him. His arms flailing, he grabbed the nearest available surface and clung tightly. It wasn’t until he had recovered his balance enough to look up that he realised he had grabbed Gregory’s arm.
He frowned and withdrew, wobbling over to the handrail. This was hardly an appropriate activity for a first date. All around the ice rink, couples were skating hand in hand whilst he tried to maintain a healthy distance from his love interest. Worst of all, not a single person looked as wobbly as he felt. And Mycroft couldn’t help but feel that Gregory was enjoying that fact.
‘Don’t worry,’ the man told him, skating gracefully over to stand with him by the rail. ‘You’re doing fine.’
Mycroft scowled, irritated by his own reaction to the man’s proximity. Gregory had barely left him space to turn his head and he was already beginning to feel flustered.
‘Take my hand,’ Greg continued, holding out his hand chivalrously. He smiled encouragingly.
‘No thank you,’ Mycroft protested weakly. His cheeks were burning with exertion and embarrassment. He scolded himself for having agreed to such a ridiculous proposition. This was not the way to impress the man of his dreams.
Oh god my heart.