A while back I commissioned some Mythea art from msaether, and look what I just got! Delish.
Reaching for her hand, Mycroft pulled Anthea in flush against his chest, holding her hand over his heart. He grasped her chin gently in his other hand, tilting her face up to his as he leaned down and kissed her, hard. Oh, he was very careful to not muss any bit of her outfit or her hair - the only casualty would be her lipstick as he traced his tongue along the seam of her lips, wordlessly demanding entrance.