I'd know that voice anywhere. The soft, Irish voice. The voice of a man I'm in love with. The voice of Jim Moriarty.
I turned around, but no one was there. "Jim?" I called out. "Jim!"
"Sherry." Jim appeared in front of me. Oh my god. Oh my god. I ran towards him and hugged him. He hugged me back tightly. Solid. He's real. He's alive. I was crying by then, sobbing into his chest. He rest his chin atop my head.
"You're alive." I whispered.
"Last time I checked, yeah." Jim laughed. I cracked a smile too. Oh, how I missed him so much. I missed his laugh. His smile. The way he rests his chin on my head. I lifted my head to look at him properly. He looked pretty much the same as two years ago, except that he looks a little older. Well, he's like, 27? "Don't cry, my pet." He said. I was just so glad to see him again.
"How did you- How...How did you live? I heard the g-gunshot and-and..." It occurred to me that I never actually saw the body. I was rushing out of the building and then Sherrinford- "Sherrinford." I whispered.
"I'm so sorry, Sherry." Oh, I'm going to kill him! "We knew you would disagree and-"
"Disagree? Disagree?" I pulled away from him. He knew he was about to be facing a very pissed off Sherry, the Hulk version of me. As much as I missed him, I need, no, I demand an explanation on why and how he's alive! "Of course I'd disagree! Did you really think I'd let you die just because of some stupid game we were playing with Sherlock?!"
"That's why we didn't tell you." He said, looking at me with puppy dog sad eyes. Oh I just want to melt and kiss him and punch him and just...
And suddenly relief turned to anger turned to shock and disbelief as I stared at him. "You're not dead." I frowned.
"Why? Did you prefer me dead?"
"You...Gunshot wound to the head!"
"Well...No."
"You...you've...you were...but...how...I...what.." I stammered as he leaned in and kissed me. Oh how I missed his soft lips against mine. I kissed him back. I pulled away from him, earning a soft whine from him. "Two years." I whispered. "Two years, and not a single word." I was literally shaking with intense emotion as I glared at him. "One word, and that's all I needed! One. Word. That's all."
"You were doing fine after that."
"I was trying to find you! Sherrinford said there was no body, and that was my one last shred of hope!"
"I'm sorry." He said, the regret clear in his eyes. "Mrs Moriarty, hm?" He smirked.
"Don't you dare pull that face at me!" I pointed my index finger at him threateningly.
"What face?"
"That...smirk! You're really enjoying this, aren't you? You're a sadistic, crazed, manic psychopath, and you don't care if you hurt everyone in your way, because everyone else is ordinary to you!" I spat. I turned away and was almost at the door when he took my hand and shoved me against the wall. I tried to wriggle away, but his grip is too strong. Damnit why are men so strong?!
"Don't you dare." He said, his eyes black with...with what exactly? Anger? And in this moment, I totally loathe being short, shorter than Jim. He could easily overpower me. I felt like a Hobbit being cornered by an Elf. Well, yeah. I felt intimidated and turned on at the same time. "Don't you dare say that. You're not ordinary. You're different. You're..."
"I'm someone you used to get to Sherlock. Yeah. I figured that." I wrenched my arm free from him and pushed him away. I need to get away as far as possible. I may have wished for him to come back and not be dead, but he can't just pop in and expect everything to be okay, because it's not.
"Sherry." He said, grabbing my hand. "Sherry, please."
"Did you think you could come back and everything will be okay?! You can't just come back into my life like...like an ex-best friend and think that we're gonna be okay! I waited for you! I was punched, kicked, beaten because I needed information on your whereabouts if you were still alive! I waited for you, and you were in this stupid warehouse that's decorated like you're the bloody Queen!" I yelled at him, two year's worth of anger pouring out like a flood. I was also hyperaware that he was still holding my hand.
He looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. "Did you think I would come crawling back to you? I doubt you even cared if I was hurting or not." I continued.
He pulled me closer to him, ignoring my protests. He tilted my chin up as I met his intense gaze. His eyes boring into mine, the colour black. He pressed close to me, so close I felt his hot breath brush against my ear. I tried to ignore the growing uncomfortable sensation pressed against me. "Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I need you? It was hard for you, yes, but I could've come back, yet I stayed away from the woman I love, to keep her safe." Oh, Jim. Flattery gets you everywhere.
"I would never even dream of hurting you. To see you hurt, it breaks my heart. I love you, and I'm sorry if I ever hurt you." Jim said. Just like that, I ended up thawing my heart and kissing him deeply, like two lovers about to be separated. But of course not, I'm not leaving, and neither is he. "I missed you so much." He whispered in my ear.
I needed him. I did. I do. I need him so much, I might explode with the crushing desire. I could tell by his eyes that he, too, wanted it. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me feverishly. I gave in, hungrily kissing him with equal haste. I need him so much. And I had a feeling he needed me too.
We started kissing passionately, my back against the wall. I had my fingers twisted in his hair. His arm was around my waist, his other hand against the wall, as if a protective cage to never let me leave or pull away.
Suddenly, he dipped down and literally swooped me off my feet. I was giggling like a mad lady, and he was just smirking. "You won't be laughing after you know what I want to do with you." He snarled. That shut me up. "Good girl." He said.
As we entered the bedroom, I realized that I was hyperaware that I'm about to do something that's not really something I would do. In my pre-Moriarty self, I'd say. Post-Moriarty however... It seemed as if he was reading my mind, as he looked at me with this concerned look. I, however, was only realizing that I was really small in his arms. Out of all the things to think of, I think of that!
I gave him a nod, sure of my decision. I knew what I was going to do, and I knew what would happen afterwards. And I'm willing to take the risks. He is, the one guy that changed my life, literally speaking. I knew that he's had a few flings and serious relationships with other people, and I'm not special to him, but he's special to me. After all, I'm just his pet, right? Yes, yes I know, I'm lowering my own self-esteem by saying that kind of things, but I know I'm just another piece of his game. And I accept it.
He laid me on the bed, which was surprisingly warm and comfortable. Well, not much of a surprise really, but it seemed more comfortable than any other bed I've slept in. Okay, why am I talking about the bed in my head, and not focusing on, say, how Jim can please me just by kissing my inner thighs? Because oh god, that felt good. I was actually whimpering by the time he got to the place I wanted him the most. Oh, did I mention how he sexily undresses me?
I was only left in my panties and bra, which were both lacy, something he picked out for me when he chose the clothes that I was supposed to wear. He seemed to like it, well apart from almost ripping it off as he was trying to unhook it. "Bloody piece of shit why is it so hard?!" He cursed under his breath. I laughed at his adorable frustration.
"Oh god, Jim. I'll take it off myself, shall I?" He didn't answer, so I unhooked my bra and threw it off the side of the bed. He smirked at the sight of me. He suddenly started to attack at my panties. He slipped it off in one go.
His head dipped down, and I was almost worried if he was going to do something unexpected. But it turned out to be so much better. He was touching me with his tongue, and god that felt so great. I was whimpering and moaning, and just...
When he finally claimed me as his, I swear I'd explode with pleasure. He was an expert, and I was probably looking ridiculous moaning and crying out his name repeatedly. We came at the same time, which is like pleasure times 100. I knew I sucked at it, but when he kissed my forehead and whispered "I love you." , I smiled and knew that even though I sucked at it, he had enjoyed it immensely. And so did I.
Hours after, I was awake, laid next to Jim in bed. I couldn't believe what happened just now. I mean, I've been planning on staying a virgin...but then Jim happened I guess. I smiled at him, asleep next to me. He looked so adorable, much younger in his sleep. His hair's a mess, and yet he looks handsome. I smiled to myself, thinking that I was very lucky to not give up finding him. I went back to sleep with a smile.