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Moriarty's POV

I need to see her. How long had we been apart? A little more than 14 hours. I was now crashing from the high I had gotten from hearing Peter's scream. My hands were shaking, and I felt tired. Exhausted even. On top of that I was bored. I needed a diversion and watching her talk, laugh, even breathe was enough to distract me from my boredom.

I walked up the steps to her flat, and took out my key. I had a copy made so I could have easy access at all times. As I entered, I knew no one was home. A few lights were left on, but I knew she wasn't home

I walked around, picking up stray objects, turning them over, then placing them back in their spot. I looked at pictures on her desk. Emily and a woman, her mother I suppose. Emily and her friend Charlotte. Emily and the band. I was about to turn away when something caught my eye. A piece of folded paper wedged in between a copy of Pride and Prejudice and Lolita. I pulled it out and unfolded it. It was a candid shot of her and some man. Her was holding her over his shoulder, running through a field. The face had been scratched out. Looks like she's got a hidden temper.
I could definitely put that to good use.
Until then, I needed to find a distraction. I could just find someone else to quench my thirst for excitement. I could always sponsor another serial killer. Money can make people do incredible things, incredibly interesting things. Or I could always play another game with him. With Sherlock. Yes, another game was definitely in store for him. A great game.

I decided to wait for Emily to come home. I continued to look through her pictures, and her books. Her collection of literature was quite impressive, some of them were even first edition. Perhaps I should add a couple of my volumes to her collection. Maybe that would make her happy. I paced through her house picking up things, putting them down, flicking lights on, flicking them off. Eventually I found myself in her bedroom. Her bed sheets were in one large mass in the middle of the bed. With nothing better to do I decided to make her bed. As I spread the sheets back across her bed, I could smell her on them. Vanilla filled my airways as I laid down on the bed. I would have her tonight if I could. Of course I would have to be careful, I could not breach her trust. I would hold her in my arms and whisper sweet nothings into her ear until she fell asleep. I would pet her and she would purr like a kitten. My kitten.

Emily's POV

After dinner at 221B Baker Street, I made my way home. When I got back to my flat lights were on, objects were out of order, and books were all over my desk.
"Damn that man." I knew it was him. His scent filled the air. Mint, aftershave, and scotch. My body began to tingle as I breathed it in.

I walked into my room and there he was, sitting in the middle of my bed. He didn't say anything, so I laid my bag down and sat beside him. He turned and looked me straight in the eyes, gaze narrowing.
"Where were you." He asked, his cold voice seeping through his teeth.
"I was at work." I avoided his harsh gaze, pretending that something on the ground looked really interesting.
"Work? Last time I checked you don't do performances on weekdays."
"I have a second job. At the library. I thought you would've known that, considering everything else you know about me"
"The library?" He said. In an instant his voice changed. It went from being sinister to happy. It was almost as if he was singing.
"Why that is just so adorable," he continued, "Do you have to wear a special uniform? Do you get to shush people if they are talking to much? Oh darling I am going to have to visit you sometime. I can just imagine you in a–"
"Shhhhhhhh!" I said, putting my finger to his lips, giggling at his sudden outburst. With his change of mood, mine had changed to.
"I don't think your finger is enough to shut me up." He said looking at me, eyes growing dark. My stomach jumped. First sinister, then happy-go-lucky, then lust driven. He was driving me wild. I couldn't keep up. He continued to look at me. I assumed he wanted me to use my lips to shut him up. Cheeky bastard. I wasn't going to play his game today, so instead I shoved both my hands in his face, pushing him down. I picked up a pillow and hit him across the stomach.
"How's that for shutting you up?" I let out a huff and started to get off the bed. Before I could even make it to the edge, he caught me by the wrists and pulled my down onto him.
"You want to play then? I can play, but I've got to tell you I might not play to fair."
"W–well,"I stammered, trying to calm my racing heart and ragged breath, "I clearly have an advantage already. I am on top after all."
Once I said it, I knew I was going to regret it. A coy smile played across his face. His features lit up with devilish intent.
"That can be changed in a matter of seconds sweetheart."
He shifted his weight, and rolled over so I was now underneath him. His weight was pushing down on me at full force. The breath had been blown out of my body, and I could feel his heart beat calmly against my racing one.
"Have I got you all riled up now?" He said chuckling.
"N-no. W-why would you s-ay that?" I was stumbling over my words, and it was clearly not helping my situation. He only continued to laugh harder, crushing me down further into the mattress.
"Jim! I can't breathe!" I said, gasping for air.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." He sang
"Jim!" I laughed, "Get off!"
"Stop being such a downer. You know you were into this a moment ago."
"Into what? Being flattened like a pancake?"
"Now you're just calling me fat."
"God! You don't ever stop do you"
"Not until I get what I want." His voice changed again.
"Please, enlighten me." Sarcasm coated my voice.
"Careful." He snapped.
"W-what do you want?"
"It more so who than what."
I knew he meant me. I even knew before this whole conversation had started. He had come for something he wanted, and he wasn't going to leave until he got it. Maybe if I was lucky he wouldn't leave at all. Maybe he would stay. Maybe I would see him tomorrow morning. Why would he stay though? He hadn't stayed this morning. I knew I wanted him in more ways than he wanted me. My body ached to please him, but it also ached to be loved in return. I shifted around underneath him, averting his gaze.
"Hey," he whispered, "What do you need?"
His mood had changed again. No games, no teasing, he was asking me what I wanted. I looked into his eyes. They weren't sinister, they weren't lustful, they weren't ecstatic. There was no uncanny burst of emotion in his voice or on his face. He was calm, thoughtful, even slightly concerned.
I took a deep breath.
"You." I said, "I need you."