[A/N: Sorry this is so late! I swear I had been planning on posting it sooner, but I hit a huge wall of writers block and was distracted by the glorious weather outside. Can't help enjoying bonfires, playing with my kiddos and relaxing a little. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. In all honesty I'm not too satisfied with it myself. If you have any comments, suggestions, constructive criticism, etc. please do so! Reviews are always wanted from those who enjoy what I write.]
Nova awoke the next morning to black silk sheets caressing her naked form and a strong arm looped around her midsection. Her eyes were blurry and there was very little light peeking through a crack in the dark curtains of the bedroom. Her brain was fuzzy as she tried to recall the day before. When it finally hit her, everything she had witnessed, everything she had done, she squeaked out a small 'oh' and rubbed the heels of her hands against her eyes. She, Nova Valentine, had slept with a man who was a criminal mastermind, apparently a consulting criminal. Like Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective, Jim Moriarty was the only one of his kind that anyone had known of. People were crazy enough to pay the man copious amounts of money in order to have their crimes taken care of, anything from getting rid of the pesky brother who was attempting to prevent their chances of marrying the sister to the assassination of someone higher up in the world that could do some extreme damage to their competition. She let out a small groan and wiggled her body free of the young man's body that was in bed with her, she needed to use the loo and take an extremely hot shower to defog her frazzled brain.
She stood in the shower, letting hot water splatter against her body as she worked through the thoughts in her ever racing mind. What would happen next? Would he eventually kill her? She grimaced and attempted to do breathing exercises in order to calm her palpitating heart. She was going to have a heart attack at this rate and keel over from terrifying amounts of excitement and trepidation all mixed together in a fucked up cocktail. Nova stiffened when she heard the bathroom door open and shut, then the glass door of the massive stand up shower as well. Hands began to slither over her body and she shuddered at the gentle touch.
"You could have woke me up," Jim's husky voice vibrated against her neck as he let his lips graze against her skin while his hands slid across her abdomen and down the inside of her well toned thighs. She couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as she pressed her back up against his broad chest. "Although I don't mind you being wet and hot for me as soon as I wake up either.." His voice was laced with humor as he continued to tease her body with the sensual brush of his long fingers.
"I figure you're so busy with, you know, being a criminal and all, that you may have wanted to get some rest. Lots of sex and killing people must get exhausting." Nova shot back in a snarky tone. Naturally she had wanted to just run away, but her curiosity got the best of her. She was fascinated by this man who was the game maker of death. After their sudden fling in the car, she knew she couldn't just try to dash off when she was far too curious about the Irishman who had captivated her. She could feel the rumble of his chuckle reverberate against her small back and grinned. At least he had a sense of humor. Jim's teeth skimmed her neck as one of his hands went up to meet the soft folds of her sensitive body and began to toy with her titillated flesh. The sopping wet blonde couldn't help looping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, yearning for more of him. He was arousing to her darkest nature and she honestly didn't want to give him up.
"Mmm, sex is better than sleep." Jim drawled out as his free hand began to knead one of her breasts that were slick from the hot water that was pounding against the both of them. She hummed back in response, not wanting to ruin this moment. He was so attractive in every possible way and she now pitied Molly Hooper for giving up someone so dark and powerful. Although Nova was positive the bad boy type wasn't her thing, after all, she did like Sherlock and that man was far from bad. Moriarty rubbed his erection against her bum and groaned as she arched back, yearning to have him inside her once again. "My my miss Valentine, you are a little vixen this morning." He breathed into her ear as he began to gently rub her clitoris in lazy circles.
"Apparently you bring out the best in me," she mumbled out while taking one of her hands down away from his neck to stroke his hard member that was twitching from the need to be deep within her. Within seconds, all of which Nova couldn't even comprehend, she was pressed up against the wall of the shower, her hips forced to pop out as Jim growled and pushed himself inside of her. She let out a small cry from the suddenness of it all and clutched her small hands into fists against the wall as he began to thrust himself into her with no kindness. He tugged on her wet curls and groaned into her ear which only turned her on even more.
"Honey I can do much more if you let me," Jim grunted out, his Irish brogue thick from lack of concentration. She whimpered out as he planted searing kisses onto her neck and back while continuing to take her for what seemed like hours and in various positions in the bathroom. Eventually once they were both satisfied they got out of the bathroom and began to dress after Jim surprised her with a closet full of very attractive and expensive clothing which Nova squealed at and gave him a hug and a passionate kiss. She loved being spoiled. Valentine decided to wear a tight black pencil skirt that went just past her knees, a very revealing rose colored blouse that tied at her neck and showed off her shoulders. Her hair was left to cascade down to her waist in wild curls. She opted for no bra or panties this time around and knew Jim would enjoy that for easier access, the problem was, she didn't have her favorite perfume with her and was sulking when she sat on the edge of the bed and put on a pair of open toe black lace Aldo three inch heel ankle boots. "What's wrong darling?" Moriarty purred out as he saw the pout on her lightly glossed lips.
"Perfume," was all Nova said back as she crossed her arms. Jim rolled his eyes and went over to a dresser drawer and pulled out the exact same perfume Nova had always loved, then handed it to her.
"Did you think I would forget to carry around your signature scent?" The dark haired Irishman asked with a smirk before spraying her neck and wrists with the delicious cologne, he placed it back in it's spot and began to tie a crimson tie around his neck. He was in a charcoal grey westwood three piece suit and gorgeous black wingtip dress shoes, his hair slicked back perfectly and his dark eyes were on her as he finished up.
"You are sexy," Nova stated as she eyed him up and down without shame.
"I could say the same thing to you doll." Jim shot back with a cheeky grin. "Sooo, we have a meeting we need to go to and I am very proud to say that you are going to be my assistant." It wasn't a question for her, something that she could agree or disagree to, it was a demand. One she couldn't refuse, not that she wanted to anyway. Nova silently trudged beside him, her posture and walk screaming posh.
"You know, I'm not really swell at the whole assistant thing," she began as she gazed at Jim. His eyes were black, no hint of the chocolate brown in sight as he glanced over at her. Nova smirked and nudged his arm. "But for you darling, I think I can play a little nice." She must have said the right thing because Moriarty slithered an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him as they walked down the hallways with so many twists and turns that all looked the same. The walls were white and blank, the floor a light white and grey marble that her heels clacked on menacingly. She felt powerful on the arm of the criminal mastermind. Eventually he paused at a door and opened it up, gesturing for her to walk in first. There was a large oakwood desk in the center with a comfy looking chair at the head of it for who she assumed was Jim, and then two other seats arranged neatly at the other side for his clients. He strode past her and sat at the head of the desk, his hands steepled on the massive slab of wood. There was nothing very unique about this room other than the air of power it had about it. It was white with wood floors instead of marble, but there was nothing in there, no plants, no fireplaces, nada. Nova crossed her arms behind her back and eyed him from across the room until he beckoned her to him with a devilish smile.
"Come here kitten," Jim purred out as she came up to the opposite side of the desk. Valentine arched an eyebrow at him but did as she was told, stepping around the large piece of wood and stood beside the beautifully dark haired man. He slid his hand up her skirt and teased the flesh of her thighs with his long fingers. She bit her lip in an attempt not to giggle out just as a knock at the door signaled they were ready for company. Jim didn't halt his shenanigans and trailed his hand up to rest on her ass, gripping her perky bum playfully with excitement while he glanced up at her in shock that she had gone commando just as a young woman with brown hair came strutting in. She was in a deliciously skimpy emerald green dress that accentuated her breasts and her heels clicked just as Nova's had when she came in. This woman had curves in all of the right places and her lips were a deep rouge. She had perfectly fair skin and brilliant green eyes that had a smoky shadow on the upper lid and had cheekbones that were high on her breathtaking face. She was the ideal woman for most men, but Nova just eyed her with appreciation, not intimidated in the slightest. The woman gazed at her with an impressed look by her lack of fear. "Irene Adler, tell me you have something good because if you're wasting my time I will rip your heart out and eat it for supper." Jim stated as he watched the woman named Irene with black eyes. She gave a dazzling smile showing pearly white teeth and pulled out a mobile phone, typed in a password and handed it over to him after she fiddled on it for a minute. Irene then sat down, showing her legs off as she crossed one over her knee.
"You are a very beautiful woman," Irene cooed out to Nova who was standing perfectly still with one of her hands on Jim's shoulder closest to her. Valentine smirked, but said nothing. "I would love to bend you over this desk and whip you into submission." She finished with a twinkle in her eye. This woman was very kinky. Moriarty chuckled and looked over to Nova as he pushed back the mobile device to Miss Adler. His smile was full of mirth as he stood up tall next to her, even in heels.
"Excellent Irene. I want you to begin your work right away, we will be in contact honeyy!" Jim sang out as he tugged Nova away. Irene gave her a wink on their way out. "She is a dominatrix, also known as The Woman. She has exactly what I need right now in order to continue my game with Sherlock Holmes." He informed her as they continued their walk. Valentine bobbed her head up and down, her curls bouncing at the gesture. "Also, you naughty girl, if I wouldn't have had to be professional in there, you would have been bent over my desk for not wearing any panties, buut, now I'm going to have to do that elsewhere.."
"Oh Mister Moriarty, your sweet talk is delicious!" Nova giggled out sarcastically just before he pushed her up against a wall, one of his large hands was wrapped around her neck as he pressed his body hard against hers. She let out a small gasp and pressed her hands to his chest.
"Call me Jim sweetheart," he growled out as he nipped at her jawline. His free hand went to the hem of her skirt, then snuck through the fabric up to her unprotected flesh. Nova whimpered against him and arched her hips to his hand in a desire that was flooding the pit of her stomach and pooling heat between her legs.
"J-Jim, I need to go. I have work tomorrow," she choked out as his grip on her tightened. He continued to tease her body unrelentingly as he ran his tongue along her neck all the way up to her ear forcing her to shudder. His touch was addicting and she didn't want it to end.
"After I have my way with you one last time," Moriarty drawled out, his breath hot on her ear. "I will have Seb take you home. Until then, you're mine honey." Nova squeaked out a noise in agreement just before Jim picked her up and forced her over his shoulder. She let out a small girlish cry as he lugged her off to a random room to have a bit of fun.
The next day Nova was sore all over from her extreme weekend of shagging with the consulting criminal. She slowly made her way to the cafeteria to prepare coffee as usual for her and Molly, then shambled down to the morgue. When she opened the door she let out a groan. Sherlock was pacing the room once again while Hooper and Watson were awkwardly sitting away from him. She instantly knew that he was going to bombard her with insults, questions and anything else he could possibly manage to deduce out of her which would spill out between that infernal mouth of his. She looked over to Molly and John and mouthed 'sorry' before sitting down the two coffees. As soon as she did Holmes grabbed her wrist so hard she let out a yelp and dragged her out to the halls.
"What the hell were you doing with him?!" Sherlock roared out while shoving her hard against the white brick wall. He began to tug at his dark brown curls while glaring at her with his brilliantly calculating blue eyes. Nova looked away and let out a weary sigh.
"I didn't know who he was," she started while fiddling with one of her platinum locks. "I knew his name was Jim, that was all. He began pursuing me and then dragged me out there when I thought we were going out on a date. I figured he was some regular old bloke trying to get in my pants, not a professional criminal. So don't attempt to even think that I was expecting to see you that night, let alone witness John, who is probably one of the sweetest men I know, be strapped to a damn bomb that would have killed us all. Also, I know nothing about him, so if you're going to try and deduce me go right ahead, but I have nothing to hide." Nova was lying through her teeth at the end, but she wasn't going to admit it, and if he knew she wasn't telling the truth he would let her know. Holmes sneered at her before turning around on his heel back toward the morgue. She had a gut feeling he knew she wasn't being honest, but couldn't comprehend why he didn't call her out on her bullshit.
"I would suggest you avoid him at all costs Valentine. Unless you truly are an imbecile who wants to end up dead." These were the last words he spoke to her before he left with Watson shortly after. Nova groaned once again and trudged back into the room to finish her internship for the final week. One more week and she would know if she had a job at St. Bart's or if she had to find work elsewhere. Honestly she was hoping she could get away from this damned hospital as soon as possible now. She just prayed that Jim would lay low for a while and possibly not bother her since she was now on the consulting detective's radar due to the bad boy who apparently fancied her. Nova went through with the rest of her day quietly, not even talking to Hooper because of the tense atmosphere.
Once she returned home she ran scolding hot water in her bath tub and put in jasmine mint bubble bath. She needed copious amounts of wine and maybe sleep for a month straight after all her stress. What she didn't know is that she was now an infatuation to James Moriarty, one that he wasn't going to be done playing with any time soon.