Alyce

For as much as I had to drink the night before, I had no hangover and could remember every little thing that had happened. I slept with a man I had met just hours prior and in all honesty I didn't regret it. I had only slept with one other man in my life back in my college days, just to get it over with, but after that never found someone who I found interesting enough to be with physically, until now. There was something about James that I was attracted to. I could feel his arm tighten around my waist and smiled. Although it wasn't part of my norm to sleep with a stranger, I took an odd comfort in the fact that he had known Myra as well. I buried my face into the crook of James' neck and began tracing patterns against his bare chest. I heard a rumble come from him as he slowly awoke from sleep and lazily rubbed my back.

"Good morning," James spoke quietly, his voice still thick from slumber. I buried my face deeper against his neck and let out a groan. Too early to talk, need coffee. It was like he knew what I had been thinking because he propped himself up so he could look down at me, then chuckled. "Ah, not a morning person Miss Wolfe?" I gave a small grunt as I watched him from his pillow.

"You could say that Professor," I teased in a husky voice to which I got a growl in return from the handsome man staring down at me. I lifted my hand up to mess with his hair which was going everywhere causing him to look like a cockatoo. He swiftly took my hand that was touching him and brought it to his lips. His skin was cool and his kiss made me shiver. I grinned at him sheepishly while he watched me with eyes of a predator. He leaned down to peer at my face before he gently placed more kisses on me, starting with my forehead then down to my nose and finally placed a sweet peck to my lips causing my stomach to flutter. I could definitely get used to having attention like this often. Too bad I already knew that would never happen. James caressed my cheek, snapping me from my own negative thoughts. His dark brown eyes were warm as he traced lines on my bare body, a flash of hunger appearing on his face.

"You are absolutely stunning lying here in my bed Alyson, my own personal angel. I don't think I can give you up after just one night." Moriarty grumbled to himself at the end, his words causing my chest to tighten. No man has ever said something like that to me. He leaned in close to me, a playful grin on his face. "Do you believe in love at first sight Alyson? Because I do believe you've captured my heart." My eyes widened at his statement. This guy has to be crazy. There was no such thing as love at first sight and why would he say this now and not yesterday? It kind of ruins the point of 'at first sight'. I frowned in confusion to which his grin grew even wider. James opened his mouth to say more when his phone started to ring causing him to scowl. He held a finger up to me to tell me to wait just a second as he got out of the bed and answered it, his face going grim.

"I told you I was occupied, this had better be important." James bit out, his voice changing from sweet to deep and authoritative. His eyes hardened at whatever the person on the other line was saying, he was no longer smiling as he continued to listen. Before long he hung up and I just quietly watched as he let out a breath and started to pace around the hotel bedroom. I could see every muscle move on his naked body while he continued to slink around the room until he rounded on me. I shifted in the bed, feeling uncomfortable under his dark gaze. Whoever was on the phone pissed him off.

"That's quite a frowney face you've got going on there mister," I said teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood. He furrowed his brows just before he let out a short laugh.

"I have a feeling you're full of surprises and I yearn to know them all. Alas, it was work that just called me. I have to take care of a few things so it will have to wait. Alyson, I want to see you again. As long as you don't mind, that is." He went back to talking kind as his mood brightened up, I smiled nervously at him. The way his personality changed terrified me, yet, it was hard for me to reject this man that had officially made me curious. Just who was the real James Moriarty? I needed to know. I bit my lip and nodded to his question. He smiled happily like a child getting exactly what they want from a parent. He came up to the bed and put both hands on either side of my face just before he gave me a long, passionate kiss that took my breath away. "Excellent!" He clapped his hands together just before he ran a hand through his messy hair, then he pulled me up out of the bed and looped his arms around me.

"James, you are a unique man and just like you, I yearn to know just who you are." I stated to the smirking man holding my body close to his. He leaned down so his lips were near my ear and contrast to his cool skin, his breath was hot and made me shudder.

"Oh you will in due time my little dove. In due time." He nipped at the lobe of my ear playfully before turning away to start getting ready. He waltzed off to the bathroom and called out over his shoulder, "Are you going to join me love?" I blinked before shaking my head and hurrying after him. We enjoyed a playful shower together that ensured plenty of snogging, then finished getting ready with reluctance. As I was putting on my clothing from the day before James shook his head and forced me to stop, then dragged me over to a closet that stood across from the bed. "Open it." He demanded while playing with a lock of my hair. I cocked my head to the side, confused as to why he prevented me from getting dressed. Slowly I eased open the closet and my mouth dropped in shock.

"How many women do you sleep with to have this much of a variety of female clothing?!" I gasped out. He let out a joyous laugh and shook his head.

"These are all for you my dove. Once you fell asleep last night I had someone bring in clothing for you. I'm not going to make you wear clothes from the day before or do a walk of shame for sleeping with me. Pick what you want and get dressed." He left me with that to finish getting himself ready, leaving me completely baffled. Why would a total stranger do something like this for a woman he only slept with? I shook my head and pulled out clothes to wear for the day. I chose a white lacy tank top, a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and a soft grey scarf for outerwear and white lace undergarments then quickly got dressed. I heard a whistle from behind me just before arms enclosed on me. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"If you keep treating me like this you're going to be stuck with me James Moriarty," I said softly as he buried his face into my damp hair.

"Maybe I want that Alyson," he breathed out before moving away from me to go spray himself with cologne. The smell of pine took over the room and I closed my eyes while taking in a deep breath.

"That smells so good," I said sheepishly, to which he gave a lopsided grin at before he sashayed over to me and spritzed the scarf I had wrapped around my neck.

"Now you can't forget me," he growled out playfully before going to place the bottle back on the nightstand beside his bed. Before I knew it we were out of the hotel after James had got us both coffee, he was waiting for his car to be pulled up and he gently kissed my cheek after hailing a cab and paying them a hefty sum prior to sending me off. The fact that he didn't care how he spent his money astounded me. I looked out the window for the half hour drive, still attempting to understand Moriarty. 221B Baker Street came in to view all too soon as I stepped out of the cab, heaving out a sigh. It was good while it lasted. I slowly trudged down to my flat only to let out a shriek as I stood in the doorway. Sherlock was laying on my couch with an arm over his face before I startled him, causing the man to roll off onto the ground. He sat up with a pout as if I had ruined his alone time.

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" I shouted out at the consulting detective who was now getting up off of the floor. He winced as he started walking over to me in long strides. I had honestly forgotten how tall he was until he loomed over me. I frowned as I stared up at him, crossing my arms and popping out my right hip as I did. I could feel the anger rising inside of me. He had listened to my story, let me open up and cry in his arms, kissed me and then snapped, using my own words to hurt me. I was definitely not in the mood to deal with him. Sherlock leaned down to look at my face and grimaced.

"You smell like a man," he said, not even bothering to answer my question. He lifted up some of my hair and sniffed, then shook his head.

"Ah! Wh-what are you doing?! Answer my question! Why are you in my flat?" I continued to pester him into answering me, but he still didn't reply. He lifted up my scarf and sniffed it, then grimaced once again. This time I smacked him on purpose. He stared at me with a stunned expression, his jet black hair falling into his face. "Answer me Sherlock Holmes. After everything you did within a twenty-four hour time frame, then shun me for a week, what gives you the right to just come strutting in to my home like you own the place?" I glared at him as he rubbed his cheek.

"I... I uh... well... about what I said..." he trailed off while looking away. The great Sherlock Holmes was at a loss for words. I arched an eyebrow at him when it dawned on me what he was trying to do.

"Are you trying to apologize Homes?" I asked as he awkwardly fiddled with the sleeve of his dress coat. "Oh my gosh you are! THE Sherlock Holmes is trying to say sorry!" I snapped the last bit out sarcastically as I moved away from the door. He could say sorry all he wanted, I didn't really care at the moment. He upset me and was pretty rude about the fact that I smelled like James when he had no right to be. I didn't know what he was thinking, but his track record with me wasn't very good. "Get out." I growled at him as I gestured to the door. He let out a pained sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, seemingly ignoring my demand. Finally after a moment of silence he walked up the stairs and out of my flat. I groaned before going to lay on the couch as Sherlock had been doing. I felt horrible for snapping, but he made me so mad. I rested for a few minutes before sitting back up and shambling over to my piano. I sat on the bench and rested my fingers on specific keys before I started to play Skyfall by Adele, softly singing while my hands moved along the ivory with ease. I didn't even know I was in the middle of a game at that time, and my heart was one of the winning objects.

James

He raked his fingers through his well styled hair while gritting his teeth. He definitely hadn't been planning on letting his little dove go so soon, but what Sebastian had said to him over his mobile could ruin everything he had been preparing. He pulled his car up to an abandoned church on the outskirts of London and took in a deep breath in an attempt to keep calm, then got out of his still running vehicle. He wouldn't be long, he already knew it. He strode through the front doors with a grave face. An older man with crazy white hair was sitting in a chair at the head of the tiny church house, his face ashen as he saw Moriarty walking up with a cool demeanor which was never good for those in the receiving end.

"S-sir! I swear, I swear I don't know how-" the older man began groveling until James pressed a finger to his own lips to tell him to hush.

"I hear that the video footage has been recovered by none other than Sherlock Holmes and he now knows Sebastian was involved in the death of Sharon. I've also been informed that he never told The Yard about it which can only mean he has something bigger plannnnedd." James spoke each word slowly, a chilling gleam in his dark eyes. He held up a hand before the man could speak and shook his head. "I don't want excuses. I gave you a basic order and you failed to complete it correctly. You have also taken away precious time I had for someone else. Sebastian is going to clean up your mistakes, and as for you, well, he will be taking good care of you as well." Once James had finished speaking he turned around on his heel to walk away, leaving the pleading man behind. He already had a plan to get Alyson closer to him and was ready to go through with it. Call him archaic, but he wanted to court and woo the flawless young woman. She may have had a small taste of him physically, yet there was so much more he had to give her. Alyson would be his and his game would continue with her by his side as his queen.