"… It's really hard for people to live their lives alone, now isn't it, dear-oh friend." She confessed to no one in particular as she handled the scalpel with much care. Grazing it down his chest, she inspected the body before titling her head, slicing the flesh of the once vivid man open. "Oh, the things people do to kill boredom…"
"Speak for yourself, darling~"
The sing-along voice she has come to known radiated throughout the medical examiners office walls. She could hear the tympanic rhythm of her colleague's boots as they beat against the hard ground. "Finally done with your little game, Moriarty?"
Meeting at the lower point of the sternum, the scalpel she had on hand created a large and deep Y-shaped incision starting from the victim's top right shoulder on the left before running down the front of the chest. Unbidden, her chin rose, face contorted into a blank mask as the trailing of his cold, slender fingers worked themselves up her back.
She shifted anxiously, her hands gripping the side of the table with anticipation. From the corner of her eye, she watched him, waiting for his move. Hunching over, his body pressed against her, agitating the pit of butterflies in her lower abdomen.
His sardonic grin, that's all it took to make her heart feel like it stopped beating, like an ice sculpture that would splinter into millions of piece if it ever beat again. His grin grew bigger and so did the intensity of her feelings. His petite lips curled around his pearly white teeth.
Tugging the hem of her skirt, just for an instant, his hands rested on her hips before twirling her around to face him. Teeth biting her lower lip, she dryly licked her lips as a snicker from deep in her throat bellowed out.
Melting into his body, she loosely ran her hands up Moriarty arms, shoulders, until they settled onto his chest, tugging at his necktie, pulling him down to her. Lips hovering over his, the consulting criminal could feel her breath hitting his as she gently leaned forward to bite his bottom lip, urging him to take action. Not one to stand on the sidelines, his lips took her in a heated battle. His tongue pressing at her entrance, she welcomed him, massaging of one tongue with the other. Tightly pressing their mouths together, they finally pulled away as an explosion of total peace and serenity overwhelmed them both.
Eyes looming over him, Moriarty's attire caught her off guard. A tuxedo cut to precision, bold across the shoulders, gentle lines around the waist, the perfect inverted triangle: black, satin lapels, perfect length, subtle movement, with what she thought was best served with an Aston Martin. Fingers tracing amongst the stitching, she paused upon the pin that was strategically placed at the center of his tie.
'Grimms Fairy Tales…' The pin was unlike anything she has ever seen before. The fox shaped pin was so exquisite that she couldn't help but become dazzle by it. Lips parting, she thoughtlessly caressed his chest up and down. "Were you able to get to him? Sherlock Holmes? Or… Was it the other way around?"
Shoving her abruptly onto the table, where the corpse laid, Moriarty gripped her chin, exhorting it to the side before trusting his lips dangerously close to her neck, his hot breath creating a tingling sensation to run down her spine. "No one ever gets to me… And no one ever would…"
"Are you..." Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she attempted to regain her composure. "Are you done playing games with him yet?"
Smirking, his hand reached outwards, caressing the side of her cheek with affection before he slanted forward to whisper with such a sinister laugh, it shook her very core. "I'm not quite done… Just yet."
