"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked reluctantly. I could see in his face how much asking a question like that disgusted him. I'm sure he just hated stooping down to the level of the ordinary people.

"I mean, I need something from you… and…." I couldn't continue. I couldn't tell him what I was feeling. He was the only person in the world that had allowed me to be not bored. I'd always felt we'd a little something, and even when I thought I had beaten him, he still managed to turn around and blow my mind. We may be on opposite ends of the spectrum, but we were more alike than he (along with everyone else) thought.

"And?" He prompted me to continue. He appeared to be bored. This woud be more fun if I could get his heart reate up and his breathing to come nice and fast. In time, in time.

"And I owe you a fall Sherlock." I whispered. "I. Owe. You."

Sherlock frowned. "Any rational person would be thinking you were the one that had hit your head. I already had my fall… Remember?"

I sighed, of course I remembered. It had been hard to fake my death at that close of viewing range, but it had been even harder to watch Sherlock jump… I may have been the one to make him do it, but let's just call it an initiation. And since he passed, I knew that I could let myself get closer to him. He was just like me. But of course he had no idea what I was trying to hint at. He was bloody Sherlock Holmes. The man had no knowledge of true want… of passion… of lust. So naïve. I wondered if he was truly a virgin, I hoped so. This would be all the more fun if he was.

"I owe you a different kind of fall." I replied vaguely.

I watched him carefully. I wanted to see his face at the exact moment when everything clicked in that big, sexy brain of his. I had faith that he'd figure it out eventually. As I watched, I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, racking his mind palace for any information that could possibly help him out at the moment. He wobbled slightly on his feet and I frowned. The drugs I'd slipped him were obviously kicking in a little too fast for my liking… Maybe because the guy was so skinny, he rarely ate and I'm sure if he stood in front of me without that sexy, tight, purple shirt, I'd be able to see those ribs… How hot would that be? I could bit him, leave my mark… But I was letting myself get too distracted. If he was going to take too much longer to solve this, I was just going to flat out tell him. No more time to be subtle.

"You drugged me," He muttered and stumbled towards me.

"Obvious. It wasn't like it was real difficult. I'm almost disappointed in you. You should be more careful. There's a lot of people out there that are annoyed by you and think that the world would be better without you in it. Just be thankful I'm not one of them. I made you think I was going to give you a tampered pill, but in reality it was the water. You think you're so clever, but you're really not." I lied through my teeth, he was so clever. And brainy is the new sexy. I couldn't lie, his cleverness turned me on. He stumbled again and I managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

"Get off me," he stuttered and tried to shove me away.

"If you insist." I let him go and he tumbled to the floor.

"Ow." He said, face in the carpet.

"Maybe next time you'll want to think twice about denying me." I chuckled.

"Well, it was nice seeing you James. But, I just had my fall… So I suppose you could blow your brains out. Or you could just simply walk out. You know where the door is. I'd appreciate the latter, whereas I'd rather not clean your blood and brains off the walls. It makes for a ghastly mess." He managed to turn himself onto his back.

I laughed and knelt down next to his head. "That really wasn't the type of fall I was referring to."

"I hate riddles." Sherlock mumbled.

"Get used to them." I whispered into his ear.

Sherlock groaned and tried to get up.

"Stop that." I said. "You won't be able to move for a while. There's really no use trying."

"Just tell me what you want." He was obviously getting frustrated. He wasn't used to being so vulnerable like this. But I just found it so hot.

"I want you… to fall… for me." My lips were just centimeters from his head.

He looked stunned for just a moment, before realization really dawned down on him.

"I should've known." He said slowly.

I nodded, "I think you did know, but you just didn't realize it."

I waited for him to say something, to say anything at all, but he stayed silent.

Leaning down towards him, I waited for him to say something, or attempt to push me away, but he did neither. Half of me almost hoped he would, but I knew that I wanted this, I needed him.

When my lips touched his, I expected him to turn away, or at least just stay perfectly still. But without a moment's hesitation, he was kissing me back. Years of "hate and anger" flowing out into one passionate kiss. And I knew in that moment that Sherlock felt something more of me than just his "archenemy" or the world's only "consulting criminal." We had a chemistry that no one could compete with. I knew he loved his little pet, but John could no longer give him everything. I gave Sherlock most of his cases, his work. And now I could give him something no one ever thought he would need. I was giving him love.

I pulled away slightly, deciding that I didn't want the poor sod to lie on the floor. I felt almost bad for drugging him now. Apparently I hadn't needed to. I helped him up slowly and laid him down on the sofa. He reached up and pulled me on top of him, kissing me hungrily.

I had found Sherlock's weak spot. Under all that wit and cleverness, he was a man who had needs. Just like any other. He just didn't know how to acknowledge them, until now. I'd worked for so long to find Sherlock Holmes's weakness, I thought it had been his "friends" but he'd proved me wrong that time. Now I knew it, his weakness was passion… love. Things he'd never had before. Earlier in life I would have tried to use his weaknesses against him, but now I didn't want to hurt him. I couldn't even imagine hurting him.

I'd come here to make Sherlock fall for me, but instead I'd fallen for Sherlock. It wasn't just lust and want anymore. This was love. And I wanted him to feel the same way; he had to feel the same way. He had to know how he made me feel, I broke the kiss for just a moment and stared to his beautiful eyes.

In a soft whisper I said, "I love you."

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