an: hello guys! Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you guys have a wonderful time! Enjoy and live Happy! here's the promises Molliarty fic! I have a sherlolly one too! (if you guys are interested, lol dont kill me it's your notp . )
sherlock isnt mine.
It was Valentine's Day morning as Jim Moriarty found himself on Molly Hooper's bed comfortably cuddled.
It was an unlikely sight for the world's most dangerous and only consulting criminal to be intimate in such a way with a pathologist. His hair in a mess, white blanket that draped around their bare bodies.
Jim looked at the sleeping form beside him, her long hair disheveled into a tidy mess. A small hum emitted from her that took his breath away as he gently turned to face her side. Her cheeks lightly flushed, lips pink and soft, her eyelashes curled delicately on to her eyelids and her exposed limbs made it unbearable for him not to continue what they did the night before. A quaked sigh left his lips as he fluttered his eyes a couple of times before taking in everything.
He was surprised at himself for feeling such sentiment, yet somehow relieved. If it's not Molly Hooper then he wouldn't feel alright about this. Only she can make him feel so normal and yet it didn't bother him. Jim reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair away from her face, gently tracing her cheeks and jawline after. It ate his attention so much, how Molly gained a part of his insane territory and made it into her own. How she controlled him even if she's not trying to and he hated it, oh how he hated the feeling of being choked with a collar, but soon enough once the collar was off; it didn't feel right. Jim continued his light fingers to wander on her smooth shoulder, tracing circles and random shapes on her skin.
The feathery touch made Molly giggle in her sleep, he observed how her lips pursed and her cheeks rise when he walked his fingers down her arm. Jim was never sure how this would impact his whole life, but he was certain that he would understand why he was being out of character. He would make sure to learn and comprehend these feelings, because he never stood for being unknowledgeable. The thing about it was, he understood well too much.
He didn't regret it in the slightest. Jim looked at the angelic figure as his hand hopped on to her exposed thigh, he smirked to himself. No one knew how enticing Molly can get except for him, it's one of those things he prides himself for. He gave an innocent rub on her thigh as it flowed down on her pearly calves.
Jim genuinely smiled, falling into the unpredictable hole he reluctantly jumped into was the best thing he ever did in his personal life. He felt her shuffle a bit, making herself curl on to his chest as he let his arm hug her close to him. He placed a light kiss on her forehead, "Happy Valentine's Day." He whispered under his breath, before going back to sleep.
Moriarty was bad to begin with, but it took a certain pathologist to swerve him off his web and into hers. Jim's enjoying every minute of it.