I did it! I wrote a Greg Lestrade/Cormoran Strike ficlet! I think most of you know Greg Lestrade from Sherlock BBC. Cormoran Strike is a character written by J.K. Rowling in her latest book series and I instantly fell in love with him. He’s played by Tom Burke in the TV series and in my mind, Greg and Corm would be a cool and unusual couple.
Totally go read the books or watch the show if you haven’t, I love it!
Anyways, this is just a little sneak peak, I don’t think I will be posting on AO3 this year.
“At least you didn’t get yourself almost killed this time so that is a plus.”
“I really don’t need the sarcasm right now, Greg.”
“I think the sarcasm is in perfect order. Seriously, Corm, what were you thinking?” Greg asked, opening the door of his car and helping Cormoran inside it. He could already see the tension settle into his friend’s body. Cormoran hated being driven by someone else but his leg was killing him so walking towards the next metro station really wasn’t an option tonight.
Greg closed the door, with more force than was strictly needed. He ran a hand through his hair, getting behind the wheel but not starting the car just yet. He ran his eyes over Cormoran’s profile, trying to figure out if he really was as fine as he claimed. After a few moments, Cormoran sighed loudly, turning his head to Greg and giving him a roughish smile.
“You did text me remember?”
“I didn’t tell you to go to that house alone, in the middle of the night!” Greg snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. Some days Cormoran was worse than Sherlock. Maybe that’s why the two got along so well, much to Greg’s surprise.
“Greg, I promise I’m fine.” Cormoran said, placing his hand briefly on Greg’s thigh. “Take us home. Please? You can always lecture me later.”
“Damn right I’m going to lecture you.” Greg muttered, taking Cormoran’s hand and holding it for a moment before dropping it and starting the car.
“You okay Greg?” Cormoran’s words snapped Greg back to the flat, his neck feeling hot as he realized he’d been staring at his friend for too long. He nodded, words not coming over his lips and Cormoran raised an eyebrow, a hint of something in his eyes. Greg swallowed as Cormoran placed both their bottles on the table, leaning into Greg’s personal space. The smile he gave nearly made Greg faint.
“I’m sorry for going out there alone tonight. I didn’t mean to worry you.” Cormoran whispered, placing his big hand on Greg’s thigh. Greg let out a strange sound, face burning up as Cormoran’s smile grew bigger, his hand squeezing Greg’s thigh.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Cormoran spoke softly, his thumb stroking Greg’s cheek and Greg sighed, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes. It had been too long since anyone had touched him with that intent and he melted when Cormoran’s lips touched his. Tender, hesitant. Greg tasted the beer on Cormoran’s tongue and he leaned forward, placing his hands on Cormoran’s broad chest.