Dedicated to my friend Cissy A.K.A "wife" of Andrew Scott. Enjoy.
"And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world," Moriarty says just above a whisper. He holds a thin worn copy of the Great Gatsby in his hand. The other hand is on your knee under the water of the bath tub. The two of you sit there silently. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata is playing on a radio sitting on top of the sink to the right of you. Jim smiles softly at you, looking up from the book and his slightly pruning fingers inch just above your knee. "I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock." he continues, his voice reminds you of a serpent. Soft and smooth and dark. You nod towards him gently for him to continue and slide towards him in the tub. His hand wraps around your thigh now and he looks up from the book just barely. His brown eyes peaking up from the cover. Your muscles quicker as his fingers gently curve around your thighs. Your heart flutters and you slip up from the tub and rose up on your knees before sliding down on his lap. Jim grins, his hands slowly wrap around your waist. His hot breath smelled of tea against your flesh. His soft lips press against your neck. You find yourself break out into goose bumps. "I'm going to set your sense's on fire ." He hisses in your ear and he lives up to his promise slowly and gently at first.