A/N this is going to be an unknown number of chapters, of various lengths and in no chronological order. That said, I saw this post on Tumblr and fell in love with Oswin/Moriarty, and this is my personal solution to the complete lack of fanfic for this ship. Enjoy!
The Russian translation, done by the amazing ChenkovaT, can be found by going to link on my profile.
"You know what I like."
A grin spreads across her face, a slow burn until her teeth are showing and she bites down on her lip because she doesn't want to give in that easily. The smack of his chewing gum is heard over the phone and he speaks again.
"Oh, the silent treatment? Two can play at that game, honey."
They stay on the phone without saying a word for half an hour, longer than either of them wants to go without talking, but their combined stubbornness is certainly a feat to behold. Oswin hears the sound of wind, he must be outside.
She breaks first with a question that has been nagging her, "You haven't asked me about Cheekbones lately."
There's a sigh and Moriarty's voice is a bit higher with a tone of indifference. "He's of little importance lately."
"What is of importance to you?"
"Oh, the usual. Bombs, guns, secrets. You."
She nods. "That sounds about right."