A/N: I am loving the amount of attention Mycroft is getting <3
Tag/s: Established Relationship, Fluff
2nd Person's POV
You sang softly to yourself as you cleaned your living room, organizing everything.
"Hm?" you muttered as you saw one of your couch cushions awry.
You removed it and saw a lump of wool stuck between the seats, making you raise a brow.
You pulled it out and saw it was a golden sweater with Mr. Government sewn in the front.
You stifled a laugh as you remembered Albert gifting the sweater to Mycroft. You almost saw him broke with how forced his smile was.
'It's pretty cute too,' you thought with a smile, admiring the sweater.
"How did it get here?"
"You can have it,"
"Huh?" you fumbled as Mycroft gave you the sweater, making you raise a brow.
"Mycroft, it's a gift for you," you insisted, pushing the sweater back to him.
"Besides, it doesn't look bad!"
"Then you can have it," he smiled, giving it back to you, "Sweaters aren't really my thing, anyway,"
You sighed as you left it on your couch, thinking Mycroft would come back for it.
"Oh yeah..." you dryly laughed at the memory, feeling a little bad for the sweater.
"Well, might as well," you shrugged your shoulders, trying on the sweater.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing the sweater almost engulfing you. The hem reached your mid-thigh, and the sleeves covered your whole arms, even sparing a few inches.
"It's practically a dress," you chuckled as you looked down at the design, making you smile.
The tower clock suddenly chimed, making you gasp.
"Crap, I still have to clean!"
As you finished cleaning your place, you heard the doorbell ring.
You quickly wiped your hands as you walked up to your front door, opening it and seeing Mycroft.
"Mycroft!" you beamed, making him smile.
His eyes drifted to your outfit as his smile slowly turned into a frown.
You furrowed your brows as you looked down, seeing you were still wearing the sweater.
"Oh, I found it while cleaning!" you smiled, showing it off.
"You're wearing Albert's sweater?" he asked, making you raise a brow.
"Technically, it's yours, Mister Government," you smirked, making him roll his eyes as he looked down.
"I told you it's pretty cute," you smiled as he shook his head.
"It does look better on you," he quipped as he looked up into your eyes.
"But it's gotten quite dirty," he smiled as he showed the dust clinging onto the wool, "Go change. I'll buy you a sweater if you wish,"
"I thought it would be nice to have you two matching," Albert smiled as he gave you a sweater in your favorite color, making you gasp.
"Thank you!" you beamed, hugging the sweater and quickly putting it on.
It was smaller than Mycroft's, but it was still a size too big on you.
"Apologies, I only guessed your size," Albert explained, making you shake your head.
"No worries! Thank you for the gift!" you beamed, hearing Mycroft grumble.
You smirked as you walked up to him, hugging his arm.
"Please...?" you asked with puppy eyes, showing him his sweater.
"Do you carry that everywhere?"
"I was gonna return it to you," you explained, blinking your puppy eyes,
"I washed it, don't worry," you added, making him sigh.
"...Fine," he muttered, taking the sweater as you quietly cheered.
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