Author's Note: beware, there is sheriarty fluff present! merry christmas,
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"A surprise," Sherlock smiled jauntily, imitating Jim, "for a surprise."

"oh really, how, interesting. give me a clue Sherly?"

"Hmm." Sherlock quirked an eyebrow and watched Jim for a moment, considering.

"Fine." He let his hand drift down to Jim's wrist instead of his elbow, simply holding his wrist. Jim chuckled,

"you really do want to know, don't you Sherly?" A look of pleased relief came onto Sherlock's face.

"I'm glad to see that you're not losing your observation skills."

"and you it seems any skills." Jim's smile was now genuine; he was starting to enjoy his little game. Sherlock laughed softly.

"Is it working then? I assumed as much."

"oh, you did, did you?"

"Oh, of course. Naturally."

"naturally." Sherlock tilted his head to the side.

"Well, Jim? A surprise for a surprise?"

"maybe, you first, then I'll decide."

"Oh, no, Jim. That's not how it works. Decide now if you want to find out... the surprise..." Sherlock let his fingers dance across the back of Jim's hand, "And then we'll see."

"oh Sherly, you forget who's in charge, but I'll submit, this time. you have my word I'll tell you."

"Good choice. You won't regret it." Sherlock let his voice fall into a sort of purr. He could feel laughter bubbling in his chest, but he held it back. Jim raised an eyebrow, raising his eyes to look straight into Sherlock's. Sherlock steeled himself. He'd rather be running through London to find John , but Jim had promised him precious information, So...

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Jim, his head tilted to the side. Jim stared back, amused now as well as curious. He quickly pressed a button on his phone, out of Sherlock's sight, then grinned at the detective. Sherlock's hand trailed back up to Jim's shoulder, his touch lighter than a feather brushing along the arm of his suit. He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Jim let him, closing his eyes in mock- pleasure. He had intended to tell the detective everything at the start, but this was becoming far more fun. After all, it was far more entertaining to see how far Sherlock was willing to go for some information than to watch John squirm. he could do that any time..

Sherlock leaned closer over Jim, sitting on the arm of the chair. He stroked the criminals neck lightly, running his fingers through Jim's hair. Jim, hiding his repulsion for any physical contact with Sherlock, groaned and leaned backwards, gravity pulling Sherlock with him. As he slid onto Jim's lap, Sherlock couldn't help stop the giggle which escaped him; although he wasn't remotely attracted to Moriarty, he found the experience strangely new and invigorating.

Concentrate Sherlock, you have to save John.

He let his free hand slip around Jim's hip, stroking the man's lower back. As Moriarty was showing no resistance, Sherlock leaned fully over the criminal, lowering his head so his lips brushed against Jim's. Abruptly, Moriarty threw off, Sherlock, his repulsion too overwhelming to control himself any more, his face crumpled in disgust

"you really are committed!"

"Of course," Sherlock murmured, standing and wiping his mouth absent mindedly.

"You promised me information. I've held up my half of the bargain, its your turn."

"fine, but first, I'm thirsty." Jim leaned back in the chair, grinning ruefully. Sherlock turned and went into the kitchen.

"Cold?" he said. He remembered that Jim preferred it that way, but he knew that his brilliant mind was frazzled by John's predicament, so he was beginning to distrust his own thoughts, much like at Baskerville, when he thought he'd seen the hound.

"obviously."

"Disgusting," Sherlock muttered, but he poured the cup and placed it on the counter before setting about making himself a cup of tea.

"no, just different." Jim flashed him a mock-genuine smile as Sherlock passed him his drink, taking a long gulp.

"Admittedly so, but I prefer drinks to be hot." Sherlock made a face when he took a cautious sip of his tea.

"Oh, God. Another reason I need John back is definitely for his tea."

"how adorable!" Moriarty drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

"I suppose you could say so." Sherlock lifted his tea cup and drank a few sips.

"I'm still not sure I want to tell you, its fun to watch you squirm.."

"Don't be ridiculous, Jim, you know you want to. The reward involved is tempting to you. I can tell."

"oh it is is it?"

"Of course. There's a flicker of something in your eyes whenever I mention the reward." Smirking, Sherlock drank some more of his tea. Jim grinned,

"oh really? how interesting. I think I might tell you soon, since in" he checked his watch "forty five minutes, or so, the information would be pointless." Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He moved forward in his seat slightly and put his tea cup on the table next to his- well, John's chair.

"There's a time limit? Interesting."

"yes, I suppose to you it would be. I'll be back soon." Jim stood to go and started walking down the steps, but Sherlock leaped from his chair and grabbed Jim's elbow again.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured. Jim shrugged.

"the shop."

"Why?"

"you're boring me." He raised an eyebrow.

"Really? You can't even do me the courtesy of staying? After what we agreed on?"

"which was?" Sherlock turned Jim to face him, his eyes narrowed.

"Your memory is as good as mine, Jim."

"oh, we have a while yet..." he reached for the door, causing Sherlock to tighten his grip on Jim's shoulders.

"I think you'll find we'll be staying here, actually."

"really?" he got out his phone to text Seb. Sherlock's eyes narrowed again.

"Don't you want to find out what 'the reward' is? Come on, Jim. Information for 'the reward', you remember, don't you...?"

"oh yes, the reward."

"Of course 'the reward'. Well? Has that changed your mind, or do you still insist on going to the shops?"

"hmmm, I'll...consider that...no, i want to go to the shop."

"What for?"

"not sure yet."

"You need a reason to go the shops..." Sherlock murmured, trailing his hand up to Jim's jaw.

"I told you, I'm bored."

"Boredom can be solved..." His fingers pressed lightly against Jim's cheek before drifting up towards his ear.

"oh really?" he turned slowly to face Sherlock.

"Of course..." He let his hand fall back to his side, a mischievous, teasing look in his eyes. Jim grinned back.