Hikari: Where did this come from? It's called tumblr. Yeah, I have an Irene Adler roleplaying account, and this Sebastian that makes me all giddy inside when I roleplay with her. And suddenly… I ship Irene/Sebastian. And this happened. Enjoy!
Irene clicked the phone off, staring at the screen. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. The phone was pressed to her forehead, her eyes staring down at the ornate carpet of the hotel room she'd been stuck in for over two years.
The Woman had made herself a promise- she would never fall in love with someone again. Every time she did, something went wrong. She had to fake her death, everything was reset and she lost the people she cared about. Irene wanted Kate back. She wanted to go back in time and stop everything from happening. Then she could go back to the dominatrix that worked for the most dangerous man in the world.
And she never would have befriended Sebastian Moran.
They had been enemies before she faked her death, but when she got bored, she branched out to those who knew she was alive. Sebastian just happened to be one of them. They butted heads like none other, constantly trying to outdo the other one. Most of their "talks" consisted of arguing and fighting, with Sebastian cursing like the soldier he used to be and Irene acting out of character by yelling. He brought out emotions in her that made her hate herself, but it made her feel something. If only he hadn't made her feel this.
Infatuation. That was the only word for it. Irene had lost the capacity to love; she knew that. But there was something about Sebastian that made her heart skip a beat whenever he was around. She found herself thinking about him in moments of quiet reflection. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had feelings for someone she supposedly hated, he was already taken.
Irene knew better than to touch something that belonged to James Moriarty. Her fingertips would probably burn off or her hands would be ripped away. And it wasn't just Jim that she would be scared of. Sebastian claimed that they could be friends. It was in that moment that she knew it was more than friendship she was feeling. She didn't just want him as a friend and certainly didn't want him to just sleep with her every now and then. The feelings that were making her heart hurt wanted him to be there when she woke up in the morning, wanted her to be the one keeping him from smoking, wanted them to worry about each other.
Irene knew it was childish and stupid. She felt like a teenager again, from the time before she started working. But it didn't feel like a crush to her. No, it felt like more. It felt like Sherlock.
Only more.
She threw her phone across the room, landing it in one of her chairs carefully. It bounced once before coming to a standstill. Irene had never felt this conflicted about one person before. She was just barely starting to wrap her mind around the idea of liking Sebastian as more than a friend when there was a knock on her door. She jumped, quickly getting to her feet, picking her phone up on the way. He was already here. So she would just continue putting up faces and telling him how much she hated him.
Irene opened the door, "Hello, Sebastian."
She gave him a sarcastic look, but she could feel something breaking inside.