The first fic I've written for my Sherlock FanFic challenge. For more details or to contact me, go to either of my tumblr blogs:
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So this is the Sheriarty part of the challenge-enjoy! :)
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The Power Play Tango
It was a dance, a tango if you like, a constant power play for superiority. Sherlock watched Moriarty carefully, making no sudden movements, "You're dead."
Moriarty smiled manically; taking a step forward, "So are you," his voice was a stage whisper.
Let's dance.
The pool water was almost luminous in the dark. Sherlock stretched himself up to his full height, asserting physical dominance while Moriarty angled his head so he could look the taller man dead in the eye, his natural authority displayed in his own.
1…2…3…
"I saw you shoot yourself." Sherlock wished he could see anything but the man that was standing in front of him-even Anderson would be preferable. Moriarty's face became the perfect mask of surprise, "And you jumped off a building."
Sherlock's face remained impassive, "Touché."
4…5…
Moriarty began to sniff the air dramatically, "What's that I smell, Sherly?"
"Chlorine," Sherlock's voice was taut.
The smaller man ignored him and continued his charade, "Could it be fear? Is the great Sherlock Holmes afraid?" Sherlock said nothing, his jaw tightening.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Moriarty's voice was sing-song, teasing.
"Fairy tales again? Dull-someone clearly has father issues."
And twirl your partner…
"Why did you really call me here…Jim?" Sherlock used his first name slowly and deliberately.
"You're my favourite toy, Sherly; I wasn't done playing with you yet." Moriarty tried to ignore the lump that formed in his throat as Sherlock moved closer still, tilting his head down slightly, the detective's eyes flickering over his face. When Sherlock spoke his voice was low, more so than usual, "My, my, you have got dilated pupils."
And repeat the dance again…
Moriarty continued to stare up at him defiantly, "So what if I do?"
Sherlock tilted his head forward further still, observing as Moriarty's eyes glanced momentarily to his lips, "I can almost taste the testosterone." Moriarty's breath caught in his throat as Sherlock reached out and took Moriarty's hand in his, his long fingers moving to dance across Moriarty's wrist.
Now dip your partner…
Sherlock tilted his head just a tiny bit more, his lips almost brushing against Moriarty's, "I win," he murmured.
Moriarty's eyes became full of question, "Why?"
"Because I took your pulse," he whispered, before moving away and turning to leave.
Finally bow to your partner.
Moriarty was determined to get the last word, "I'll see you later," he called.
Sherlock paused and smiled slightly, "No you won't," he said; mocking the man himself before walking out, coat billowing behind him.