Hey peeps, so many of you will recognize Adelaide Thompson from the literature genius of Gwilwillith and her glorious story The girl that lived. Well, she has her own story now, I have been in the works with this one for about two months now. It took a lot to plan out a storyline and scenarios so I though why not give Adey a practise run in gwilwillith's story. Might I add that in Demons is set in an AU to The girl that lived. There are differences and similarities which you will definitely pick up as you read through. The first obvious being Adey and Jim are in a relationship. So happy reading and please feel free to leave reviews. Updates will be every two weeks. ~MadamHawki
You'd think moving to London would be a dream come true for a 16 year old Doctor Who fangirl. Well if you had though that for me, you'd be absolutely wrong. I mean, it was nice for the first week but then I started at school. If I had thought the bullying back home was bad, I was in for a big surprise. I was, and still am, infatuated with the show 'Bones' and had an undeniable interest with death and the effects it had on the human body. Maybe that explains how I got into forensics?
Anyway, my first week at an English high school I earned myself nasty nicknames such as Colonial, savage, and convict. Obviously the idiots didn't know the difference between New Zealand and Australia. As soon as they found out my specific interests though, things took a turn for the worse. I was called Morticia, even by some of the teachers, and I used to carry around a notebook in my bag that I took all my notes down in. It had sketches and sticky-notes, and scribbled writings of stuff I had learnt from the show or from research. One of the students thought it would be hilarious to push me over one day and take my notebook. They tore the pages out and set it on fire. I ended up with a broken wrist as I watched the only thing I was ever proud of go up in flames.
My wrist never really healed properly due to the consistent bullying. The one way I could escape it all though was to through myself into my work, or in this case, classes. I specifically chose English and all the sciences. I had my heart set on forensics and I planned on achieving it.
I made it through high school, just, and went on to study Forensic science at Cambridge. I managed to get myself a scholarship through the sciences department. I guess I had the bullies to thank for that one. I started studying when I was 18 and graduated when I was 23 which just so happens to be last year.
Maybe I should properly introduce myself. I still haven't told you my name.
My name is Adelaide Thompson and I am a 23 year old forensic sciences graduate who has only just managed to snag herself a boyfriend. Might I add he is my first boyfriend as well. I have lived in London for 7 years and have only been to see a lot of the London attractions in the last twelve months. I hadn't been to anything, not the London Eye, nor Big Ben until I met Jim.
I used to hide out in the Anthropology Library in the HUGE museum we have here to do homework and my own research. Jim was the first person to show me the sights and sounds of London. First was the London Eye, and the tower of London and everything else.
I have been Jim Moriarty's girlfriend for a year now and we live together. I moved in about 6 months ago and have loved living with the man, despite his quirks and the odd temper tantrum. I guess that's what I get for falling in love with the world's only Consulting Criminal.
Jim returns from a 'business' trip to France today and I am meeting him at the airport.
July 2nd, 2010
Jim's flight landed at Heathrow at 10am which gave me about an hour and a half to get ready and get to the airport. I jumped in the shower and used a strawberries and cream scented shampoo, it smelt amazing. After about quarter of an hour I hopped out and dried myself off before sauntering into my room and picking out something to wear.
I stifled through my drawers and decided on my red tartan jeans and batman jumper. I pulled on my black Doc Martins and put my grandfather's dog tags around my neck. They were my most prized possession. Granddaddy had fought in the Second World War and gave me his dog tags just before we left to move to London.
I tied my hair back into a somewhat messy ponytail and had thrown on minimal makeup. I was never one for overly dramatic makeup. I slipped my phone and card into one of my back pockets and locked up before heading to the nearest underground station.
I took the Piccadilly line to London Heathrow and walked to the arrivals gate to wait for Jim. My timing was perfect; he should be through any minute now.
A sudden stream of people started pouring out of the arrivals gate and I stood up, watching for any sight of Jim.
He was one of the last people to walk through the gate and as soon as I saw him I ran up and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I was so happy to see him. A week without my Jim was hell, I missed him so much. I felt so safe with him holding me again, the smell of his French cologne wafting around my nostrils.
"Miss me?" he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.
I nodded and unwound myself from him, "Welcome home" I smiled up at him.
"Is this what it's going to be like from now on?" he smirked down at me.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You, meeting me at the airport. I… I like it." His smirk turned into a genuine smile.
"It can be a thing if you want it to be a thing." I smiled back and wrapped my arm around his waist.
"I do want it to be a thing" he put an arm around my shoulders and we headed out to a pick up point. Jim started towards a black Audi A7 with a suited man waiting.
"Good morning sir, how was France?"
"Quite dull truth be told."
Will nodded his head and held a door open for me. Jim put his suitcase in the trunk and then hopped in the back of the car with me.
"Where to Sir?" Will asked as he looked back at us in the rear view mirror.
"Home. We're going out for lunch but you won't be needed for that." Jim was looking down at his phone the whole time.
I pulled out my phone and sent him a txt, smiling to myself the whole time.
Have I ever told you how undeniably sexy you look in a suit? x
I kept my eyes ahead as I heard his phone buzz and I saw him turn to look at me with a smile, always keeping my eyes turned forwards.
He returned to his phone and after about 20 seconds my phone went off, Jim's name flashed up.
Have I ever told you how undeniably sexy you look in anything?
I grabbed him and locked my lips around his. Jim had gum in his mouth but that was soon mine.
I pulled back to find Jim looking at me wide eyed and slightly surprised.
"What brought that on?" he finally asked.
"I missed my boyfriend and I wanted to see if he still tasted the same" I grinned cheekily and giggled at him.
He smirked, "I do believe I was chewing gum."
I poked my tongue out, showing him the still peppermint flavoured gum.
"Can I have it back?"
"Come and get it" I winked at him.
"You're asking for it Madame."
"What exactly am I asking for?" I giggled, watching him. He was planning something.
All of a sudden he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his slicked back hair and smiled against the kiss. I nipped his bottom lip as I pulled back, lunch was definitely going to be eventful.
As we pulled up to Jim's address he instructed the driver, "You won't be needed this afternoon so you are free to go."
Jim hopped out first and held out a hand for me, I followed him out and up the stairs to where he unlocked the door.
I had always loved this place, it was small but not too small. Our extensive collection of book was what amazed me the most.
"I just want to dump my suitcase and get changed out of this suit. Civilian clothes would be a lovely break."
I nodded, smiling and walked straight to the lounge room and picked 'The Hobbit' from the bookcase.
I sat on the couch and opened the book to where I had dog eared it last time. I enjoyed the small amounts of time where I could join Bilbo on his adventure with dwarves and elves and orcs and the magnificent dragon Smaug.
I loved dragons and Smaug was the influence behind the dragon tattoo I had on my left ribs. Jim had only just been made aware of my tattoo and he loved running his fingers over it, especially when we lay in bed together.
After about five minutes, Jim walked into the lounge where I was seated. I didn't notice him at first though.
"What are you reading love?" He had caught me unaware and I jumped.
"Jesus Jim, try not to scare me to death please" I giggled.
"Sorry."
I smiled up at him, "I'm reading The Hobbit, again." Jim was in normal clothes. He was wearing jeans and a white tee-shirt. He looked refreshing, I was still not used to seeing Jim not in a suit. I like the normal Jim.
He nodded and we both fell silent for about 20 seconds.
"Shall we go? I'm starving" he asked.
"Mmm, yep" he helped me up and I walked over to the bookcase and placed my book exactly in the place I found it.
I followed him out to one of the cars. Jim unlocked the Lamborghini and I slid into the front seat. "James Moriarty," I started as he took the drivers seat, "driving himself? What ahs the world come to?"
He chuckled as he started up the engine and we were off. Jim hardly ever drove, he always had personal drivers take him places.
He wouldn't tell me where we were going, even after I asked three times. "It's a surprise" was all I ever got.
We pulled up outside a Chinese restaurant. How did Jim know that I was craving Chinese? I had wanted it for the last week. I had probably told him in one of the emails I'd sent while he was in France.
He held out his hand and I took it in mine. We entered the small restaurant and were seated at a table by the window. I ordered a Fried noodle and chicken dish while Jim ordered a Beef and ginger dish.
We ate and talked over how Jim's week in France was and how my week at work was, both were dull. After we had finished Jim placed a gift wrapped box on the table. "For you my love."
I looked up at him, "You got me something? Aww, you really didn't have to." I was grinning like a loon, Jim was so thoughtful sometimes.
"I know I didn't but I wanted to."
I carefully unwrapped the box and took off the lid to find a bottle of perfume. My mouth dropped open and I lost my breath. "Oh my god." I looked up at Jim, and moved my mouth but no word came out.
Sitting nicely in the box was a bottle of Clive Christian perfume. Quite literally the most expensive perfume in the world. "You got this for me? Do you know how much this perfume is?"
"Indeed I do. I was the one who brought it. Do you know how hard it was to find that bottle?" he chuckled.
"There are only 10 bottles of this perfume in the world. It costs $215,000 apiece and you brought me a bottle of it?"
His smile dropped, "You don't like it?"
I giggled, "I love it Jim. It's just really really expensive; I can't believe you spent so much on me." I smiled sympathetically at him and took his hand.
"It didn't even make a dent in my pocket. And you're worth it."
"You have no idea how much I love you sometimes. You always surprise me." I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
We spent some more time talking about France and Jim promised he'd take me to see Paris sometime. He paid for lunch and then we left the small restaurant and hopped in the car.
"Can we go for a walk along the Thames? I miss having you all to myself"
He smiled down at me, "sounds like a plan."
We drove to the Thames and spent about 2 hours walking hand in hand alongside the river, much longer than we had originally planned. We sat at a bench with a magical view of Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament. I enjoyed watching the world go by and the people carry on, knowing that I had the best guy in the world at the end of my arms.
"Jim?"
"Mmm?" he looked down at me
"I'm in love with you, well and truly" I leaned up and kissed him. As I pulled away he looked down at me with this look in his eyes, adoration. A look I had certainly not seen until that moment.
"I love you Adelaide Thompson" He shone me the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I couldn't believe that this was the Consulting criminal, the most dangerous man in the world. To me, Jim was a gigantic teddy bear, although I would never tell him that to his face.
The rest of the day went by real cruisy. We headed back home and Jim unpacked, I made dinner and we relaxed on the couch for a while. Jim was reading over some paperwork and I was just watching him. Taking in every little detail of his existence, his almost black hair slicked back, his dark brown eyes that could portray every emotion at one time, his perfect jawline. Everything about this man was perfect, how did I get so lucky to grab a man like Jim?
He looked over to find me admiring him and smiled, shaking his head. "What are you doing?"
"Just admiring a work of perfection" I winked playfully at him.
"I could say the same thing from where I sit love" he smirked and pulled me close until I was practically sitting on top of him.
He leaned forward and kissed me and I squealed and fell back until I was lying across the cushions. He followed me down and leant over me. He nestled into my neck and nipped me. I breathed out, moaning against his touch slightly.
"Jim, shall we take this upstairs?" I whispered into his ear.
He made no move to relocate but instead moved his attention down to my collarbones. "Jim" I moaned.
He pulled back and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, now it was my time to play around. I licked along his jawline and then sucked on his earlobe.
"Fuck darling. I should have you right here on the staircase." He held me up against the wall
"Too bad I'm not allowing it" I smirked at him.
He sighed and carried me into the bedroom, laying me down on the bed and then crawling up me. Lust took over and I jumped him, crushing my mouth to him. Clothes were removed in a hurry and a pile grew on the floor at the foot of the bed.
The night would be lost to love and lust, let the games begin.