"His Possession"

Hey guys. Back again. My lawd, it's been ages since I've written or published anything here. Um. I don't know what the new guidelines are for smut, so I hope this doesn't get taken down before enough people read it. this is basically me just easing back into writing fan-fic, because I haven't for ages. I'm lurking in the Sherlock fandom at the moment, and I'm sorry but I still ship Moriarty with an OC. So. That's basically what this is going to be. To be honest, it's kind of PWP. Aha. Yeah. Smut ahoy. So if you aren't old enough or if you don't like smut, don't read, or read at own risk, because who actually reads Author Notes anyway?

This is a prequel to a new story entitled "The Live In One"

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"I should get a live-in one" – Jim Moriarty. And so, he did.

Vasilissa wasn't a patient girl. She also had barely any experience, as James Moriarty had learnt the first time he had bedded her. She was a pretty little thing though, all pale skin and blood red lips, with long black hair that curled naturally into ringlets. And, with some… lessons… she had become very good at what she was primarily around for.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" it was difficult for most women to get that reaction out of Jim Moriarty. However, Vasilissa was not 'most women'. She didn't exactly like the term 'whore', although, for all intent and purpose that was what she was, except she wasn't paid. Not like other women.

She was a mess. Her long hair was tangled and her normally porcelain cheeks were flushed. Her hair shielded her face as she leaned down to kiss the man she straddled. James Moriarty. Consulting criminal. Something of a charmer. And, in Lissa's opinion, the sexiest man alive. Vasilissa would never say it, but she believed deep down that she was the luckiest woman alive. Even if she was just a 'whore', he had chosen her.

Lissa was, for once, on top. And she was taking full advantage of that, knowing that any moment now he would roll them over and become his usual controlling self. Vasilissa counted down silently in her head, multitasking.

3….. 2…. 1…

As predicted, the consulting criminal flipped them over, making Lissa involuntarily gasp.

"Can't let you have all the fun, can we… my dear?" was all Jim breathed as an excuse.

"No…. That would be… oh, babe! …. A tragedy." Vasilissa hated how quickly he could bring her to incoherency. He increased his pace and Lissa became an incoherent mess of gasps and sighs, raking her nails down his back deliberately. He would either slap her or fuck her harder. She was hoping the second one, if she was perfectly honest.

She got her wish.

"Don't think you have me on a leash, baby," Jim cautioned her as he rolled his hips effortlessly against hers, making her gasp out loud again.

"Never.. oh, god! Thought I did…" Vasilissa managed to say before she just gave up and let passion wash over her. Jim rolled his hips against hers once more and then with a strangled moan, collapsed on top of her.

When they could both breathe again, Jim rolled off of her and tried (in vain) to sit up. Lissa sat up and swept her long hair out of her face, a smug smirk on her face. It took a lot of effort to tire him out. Lissa collapsed beside him, daring to try and snuggle close. Most times he shoved her away, occasionally lashing out if he was in particularly bad state of mind. However, tonight, he allowed her to snuggle close, let her rest her hand over his heart.

It wasn't perfect, what they had. Lissa was sure he'd grow tired of her one day, or find a replacement. And when he did, she knew he would kill her. But tonight. Just for tonight, and for the days that followed, Lissa was content to be his possession.

Please review! I'll upload "The Live In One" soon.