It wasn't often that Mycroft socialized and it was even rarer that he spent the night at someone else’s, yet he had. He was up and fully dressed in a suit by eight o clock sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. You waltzed into the kitchen wearing a short nightdress completely unaware that Mycroft was there. Both of you had met a few times before and so vaguely knew each other. Mycroft cleared his throat to alert you to his presence causing you to spin towards him and smile.
"Morning, would you like something to eat?" You were completely oblivious to your lack of clothing.
"A cup of tea and some toast would be lovely."
You turned your attention to readying breakfast whilst Mycroft tried to read the paper. However he found himself unable to concentrate as he was distracted by your legs. It annoyed him as this never happened, goldfish never interfered with his mind but you did. On the few occasions that he had seen you something always distracted him and made he feel. Like a