Sherlock Imagines and Preferences 2

For All Your Fluffy Needs

He nodded. ''Right, that sounds like it will work.'' He grabbed the eggs and the milk and began throwing them in his bowl, not taking proportions or anything for that matter into account as you started to combine the dry ingredients. 

You looked up at Sherlock's concentrated face as he was stirring his mixture and suddenly had an idea. You bit your lip, fighting your inevitable giggles. You scooped up some flour out of its container and chucked it at his face. 

It left a nice, powdered finish from his mouth up to his cheekbone. You couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing. ''Flour suits you.'' 

He glared at you before dipping his own hand in the container and smashing it in your face. The flour went absolutely everywhere; into your hair, on your face and on Sherlock's fancy robe. 

This meant war. 

You started running around the kitchen together, throwing one ingredient after another at each other. Soon enough, you, Sherlock and the kitchen were a complete mess. 

You stood still, panting heavily and then burst out laughing at the sight of each other. 

''I don't think we followed the recipe correctly.'' He chuckled. 

You shook your head. ''Oh, what went wrong?'' You joked. 

He walked over to you and pressed a flour-y kiss to your lips. ''Let's get cleaned up.''

Mycroft Holmes:

He took a deep breath and straightened his suit and tie as he looked in the mirror. The government official had never been this nervous in his life. He had always distanced himself from those type of emotions, and always managed to keep himself calm. 

But this time, he couldn't do that even if he tried. 

All it had taken was one woman- one fantastically beautiful woman to break the thick walls he had built around himself over the years. You had seen right through him and his cold exterior and that freaked him out more than any criminal ever could. 

You had intrigued him so much on your first encounter, he couldn't help himself and just had to invite you to dinner. 

To his great relief, you had agreed rather happily and now, the supposed 'Ice Man' was preparing for his very first date with you. 

After some minor adjustments, he was satisfied with the way he looked and headed out. Though the extra weight around his stomach upset him greatly, he was the only person who'd ever notice and repeating that thought over and over again to himself gave him the bit of confidence he needed for this date. 

He soon arrived at the restaurant and saw that you had already arrived. He politely thanked his driver before stepping out of the vehicle and approached you. 

You stood up as you saw him and smiled warmly. ''Mycroft, good to see you again,'' you beamed. 

''Likewise.'' He smiled, inviting you in for a brief embrace. ''Shall we?'' He asked, motioning to go inside. 

You nodded and accepted his outstretched arm. Together, you entered the lavish restaurant and allowed a waiter to guide you to your seats. Mycroft pulled the chair back for you and you thanked him as you sat down. 

He sat down as well and smiled nervously at you. ''It's rather pleasant here, I'm glad you agreed to join me,'' he said, attempting to start a conversation. 

''Thank you for inviting me, Mycroft. It is indeed lovely,'' you replied. 

Immediately after that, a silence fell at your table. You looked around the room as Mycroft nervously straightened out his utensils.