One-shot: Powers of Observation.
It is currently 11:18PM. I'm never in my right mind at times like these.
What do you want? - SH
Let's have a little chat, shall we? - JM
What do you want? - SH
If anyone, YOU know what it's like to be bored, Sherlylocks. Well I am. I am so fucking bored that it makes me want to cry. - JM
You bore me. - SH
No, I don't. You love me, Sherlock. You know you do. - JM
Please. - SH
I am the most fun you've ever had and ever will. - JM
You murder people. - SH
Oh, but you find it fascinating, don't you, dear? Don't deny it for a second that you admire how well I do my work. - JM
Ah, thought so. So, darling, shall we go out? - JM
I don't have time for your games. - SH
My games are the only thing keeping you occupied. Your flat, 5 o'clock. Make me some tea. - JM
"How's my tea, darling?" Jim smiled slyly.
"I am not your darling," Sherlock replied coldly.
Jim walked around the table towards Sherlock.
"You know I'm not here for the tea, don't you, Sherlylocks?"
"If your powers of observations had not failed you due to your emotional disturbance, you would have had undoubtedly noticed that I didn't bother brewing any tea."
"Emotional disturbance?" Moriarty laughed out loud. "You're just getting that now?"
"Oh, but I was not referring to those traits that can be otherwise termed psychotic, Jim," Sherlock stared down at the shorter man. "Rather, I am remarking upon your interest in my persona accompanied by the dilation of pupils and increase in pulse, more commonly known as…love."
Jim looked a bit shaken now. "You don't know if my pulse has increased, Sherlylocks," he muttered, taking a tiny step back.
Sherlock did not hesitate to grab his slender wrist and bring it against his sharp cheekbone.
"Aha, there it is," he spoke softly. "Two beats off."