DRABBLE FOUR: BAD DAY
"'Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around" - Bad Day [Daniel Powter]
Pairing: James Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Written For: FranklyAlarming, who suggested I write a MorMor fic.
Word Count: 221 [Excluding headers and footnotes]
Seb cursed as his bullet went off target. 3.4 millimetres to the right was not okay in his book.
Taking a breath, Seb aimed again-
'Damnit,' he growled.
'Sebby!'
Rolling his eyes at the nickname, Seb decided to take a few minutes. He sat up and rolled his neck as he turned to see Jim walking across the roof.
'What are you doing up here?' Jim asked.
'What's it look like I'm doing?'
'Not shooting the bullseye?'
'What do you want?'
'I miss you,' Jim said with a pout- he was even putting on the puppy-dog eyes. 'Why won't you come play?'
'I'm busy,' Seb said.
'Seeeb...' Jim groaned.
'Later,' the soldier promised.
Jim cocked his head. 'Really? You'll come and do whatever I want later?'
'Yes.'
Jim grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. 'Excellent,' he said and dropped to his knees. Before Seb knew it, Jim had pressed their lips together for a thoroughly dirty kiss.
By the time the criminal pulled back Seb was panting.
'Kisses,' Jim said before swaggering away.
Seb blinked rapidly before going back to his rifle. When he pulled the trigger the bullet thudded straight through the centre of the target.
Seb couldn't help but chuckle. 'Bullseye.'
Author's Note: FranklyAlarming suggested I write a MorMor fic. I've never written one before- or read anything with that pairing- so this is me randomly trying it. It probably sucks, but what can you do?
Hope you enjoyed :)
{Dreamer}