p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He's strolling up the aisle. Of course, he would locate me. In this church, even as a priest I knew he would find /"Hello Jim," his voice faint but deep, full-toned. Not loud enough to resonate through the /We're all alone, no parishioners, no other clerics. Just the two of /I, attired in my black frock coat. Him, in his black flared coat. How alike we look!br /"James Moriarty. I've found you."br /"Nooo, you've got it wrong. My name is Richard. Richard Brook. I'm the priest here," pulling at my long coat," see, a priest."br /"Richard Brook, James Moriarty. You are the same creature."br /Leaning against the altar, my left-hand reaches for the lapel of his coat, drawing him /Close enough to detect the heat of our /"Sherlock, Sherlock, whatever you want I will be. Whichever you want I will be."br /He stares, tilting his head, doubt in those blue-green /His fingers loosen my grip, and he sidesteps away./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Step into the confessional, Sherlock. It will give us anonymity. Easier if we don't see each other's facial features."br /He rumbles in his throat, stepping up the one carpeted stair to push aside the curtain, pulls it /The ornate door to my stall clicks behind /"Tell me, Sherlock Holmes. What are you thinking?"br /"You are my consulting criminal, the opposite of me."br /"Maybe. And what are you?"br /"The worlds only consulting detective. We are Ying and Yang, but I will take you down, bring you to justice."br /"Do you really think so? And if I am said consulting criminal, what will you do while I'm in jail? How will you amuse yourself?"br /The silence deepens./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Kneel, Sherlock," faintly, enough for him to hear me through the /"What?" Why?"br /"Kneel," opening my door, moving aside the curtain to observe the top of his curly head, his coat splayed out, as a bride, kneeling at the /On my knees, sliding close, smelling his cologne," remember? Remember that day on the roof of Barts Hospital? The day we both faked our deaths?"br /Cautiously, stretching my arm out, my fingers tentatively brush his cheek. His lips part, he sinks into my /"Remember sitting against the chimney and our almost, almost kiss?"br /Angling closer, the tip of my tongue licks out, barely touching his upper lip. Swiping /He cocks his head, /"Whoever you want me to be, I will be it, my consulting detective."br /Cupping his jaw in my palm, I nip his lower lip and imprint a /"What do you want, Sherlock?" breathing the question into his /His hand snakes around my neck, his mouth on mine, tongue bold, caressing /He pulls me up with him and thrusts a leg between mine. His hardness is against my thigh, pressing, /Stepping back, he grunts in frustration, lifting my gown and fumbling with the belt buckle of my /I freeze, wrenching his hands /"What am I doing? No, no," howling at him, at /"I'm a priest! A man of the cloth! No, no!"br /Hands raking my hair, pulling it, I suddenly /Turning to face the man, my mind a muddle, "Sherlock Holmes, I will be whoever and whatever you want. Name it."br /We stare deep into each other's eyes, our heavy breathing the only sound in the quiet /He stumbles backward, turns on his heels and rushes out the side /"Sherlock Holmes," I whisper to the air, "whatever you want, I will be it."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Step into the confessional, Sherlock. It will give us anonymity. Easier if we don't see each other's facial features."br /He rumbles in his throat, stepping up the one carpeted stair to push aside the curtain, pulls it /The ornate door to my stall clicks behind /"Tell me, Sherlock Holmes. What are you thinking?"br /"You are my consulting criminal, the opposite of me."br /"Maybe. And what are you?"br /"The worlds only consulting detective. We are Ying and Yang, but I will take you down, bring you to justice."br /"Do you really think so? And if I am said consulting criminal, what will you do while I'm in jail? How will you amuse yourself?"br /The silence deepens./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Kneel, Sherlock," faintly, enough for him to hear me through the /"What?" Why?"br /"Kneel," opening my door, moving aside the curtain to observe the top of his curly head, his coat splayed out, as a bride, kneeling at the /On my knees, sliding close, smelling his cologne," remember? Remember that day on the roof of Barts Hospital? The day we both faked our deaths?"br /Cautiously, stretching my arm out, my fingers tentatively brush his cheek. His lips part, he sinks into my /"Remember sitting against the chimney and our almost, almost kiss?"br /Angling closer, the tip of my tongue licks out, barely touching his upper lip. Swiping /He cocks his head, /"Whoever you want me to be, I will be it, my consulting detective."br /Cupping his jaw in my palm, I nip his lower lip and imprint a /"What do you want, Sherlock?" breathing the question into his /His hand snakes around my neck, his mouth on mine, tongue bold, caressing /He pulls me up with him and thrusts a leg between mine. His hardness is against my thigh, pressing, /Stepping back, he grunts in frustration, lifting my gown and fumbling with the belt buckle of my /I freeze, wrenching his hands /"What am I doing? No, no," howling at him, at /"I'm a priest! A man of the cloth! No, no!"br /Hands raking my hair, pulling it, I suddenly /Turning to face the man, my mind a muddle, "Sherlock Holmes, I will be whoever and whatever you want. Name it."br /We stare deep into each other's eyes, our heavy breathing the only sound in the quiet /He stumbles backward, turns on his heels and rushes out the side /"Sherlock Holmes," I whisper to the air, "whatever you want, I will be it."/p