Sherlock and John walked out of the bank, they were laughing like little boys, John doing a strange little dance around a women who almost ran into him. The woman grabbed him round the waist, and twisted him in a graceful circle, leaving Sherlock just staring at the two of them.
Melaine looked up at John from under her fedora that was placed at an angle over her dark curls. Her eyes were heavily lined and made the amethyst pop out, it made her skin paler looking as well. John just stared at her, his mouth hanging open.
"Oh my poor Doctor!" She released him, her hand reaching up to the cut beside his eye. "I hear you were impersonating my brother," she looked over at Sherlock and arched an eyebrow.
"Oh sod off Mel," Sherlock sighed.
"I will not!" she stamped her foot like a child, took a deep breath and counted to ten. "I'd like to take the Doctor here out for a drink."
"You can call me John," John grumbled, moving closer to her. He hoped she would caress his face again.
"She calls you Doctor because she's obsessed with Doctor Who!" Sherlock blurted out, staring down at Melaine. He couldn't believe how insufferable she could be. Always following him around, wanting to be involved. Of course he loved her, but sometimes she could be such a little sister.
"John, darling," she turned to John, she hadn't realized he would be standing right there, so close to her. She gently grabbed his wrist. "Would you care to have a drink with me?"
"Oh God yes," John nodded.
"Right then," she looked over her shoulder at her brother and gave him a look. "We're going to have a drink." She pushed her arm through John's, running her fingertips over his wrist. "You're not invited big brother."
She knew he would most likely come after them, he would give them awhile, but he would come eventually. She knew her brother all to well. Sherlock hated to be left out, and she couldn't blame him. The two of them had done almost everything together growing up, and how they loved to torment Mycroft.
"Where are we going?" John asked, he was trying to think straight as she continued to play her fingers over his hand.
"To the Fox, near ," Melaine smiled.
It didn't take them that long to walk there, she knew Sherlock was shadowing them. The billow of his massive coat wasn't hard to miss. The Fox was a small pub, most of the staff from was there. It was low key and always had nice quiet areas where couples could find time to be alone.
They walked in and Melaine pointed to a small table in the corner. "Why don't you go sit down and I'll order us a drink." John nodded and was about to walk away, before he could she grabbed him round the neck and dragged him down for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, just as she pulled away she bit his bottom lip and pulled on it. "Don't forget about me," she purred, turning him towards the booth and patting him on the ass.
Melaine walked up to the bar, her fedora slightly off center now, she pulled it back into place and looked at the woman beside her. "Molly!" She gasped!
Molly Hooper grinned at Sherlock's sister, Melaine had come in a number of times with her brother when he was doing an odd case here and there. She never understood why Sherlock never gave this woman a chance, she was so clearly in love with him. But Sherlock never did understand matters of the heart.
"Hello Mel!" Molly grinned. A man, quite handsome actually, but clearly gay looked over at Melaine. Perhaps not so gay, as he was clearly sizing her up. "This is my boyfriend. Jim, he's from the IT department. Is Sherlock here?"
"No," Melaine furrowed her brow, trying to read Jim from IT. He rubbed her the wrong way. It was as if he were to perfect. As if he were trying to hard, she watched him as he caressed Molly's arm. "Right then, good to see you Molly!" she said brightly, turned to the bartender and snapped her fingers. "Two whisky's please."
She turned on her heal and made her way back to the booth were John was. He had shed his jacket and was sitting against the wall and the booth. She shrugged off her own jacket and slid in beside him. Gently gripping his thigh to pull herself closer.
'I," he started, then stopped as she ran her fingers up the length of his thigh and up his chest, then up to his face. "Mel."
"Sorry," she finally looked up at him, her eyes soft. "Sorry John. You're not my toy or a game," she sighed and pulled away from him slightly as they brought the drinks. She downed her drink in one gulp, then turned to look at him again.
John watched her carefully, she seemed scared, her eyes were slightly dilated. "Whats wrong Mel?"
"You see," she began, "I like to tease Sherlock. That's what sisters are meant to do. And he told me all about his new flat mate and I was a bit jealous. Sherlock being so keen on his new friendship. And poor little Mel is left out in the cold as always." She stopped and took his shot that was still on the table.
"I'm sure Sherlock would never leave you in the cold," John took her shaking hand. "And I never would, that's for damn sure."
"But that's the thing. Both of them have left me out in the cold," she stared off into the distance, then shook her head. "Pity does not suit me Doctor, of that I am quite certain. I'm sorry," she looked directly at him. "I'll leave you alone if you like."
Melaine hadn't been in there for that long, perhaps twenty minutes. She wondered if Moriarty was still following that woman. Her heart stopped as she looked up, John was being led out by a patrol of Mycroft's guards, they had put him in a different jacket and put a hat on him.
Across the street stood Moriarty, he watched John as well. But he didn't notice her, she slipped into a group of people and crossed the street. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and counted to ten. Then she came up behind him and purred in his ear. "I thought I told you to stay in the apartment. Who is that?" She pointed at John, then caressed Moriarty's hand with her fingertips.
He turned quickly, grabbing her wrist. "How did you get away from me?" He demanded, his eyes dark and intense. She kissed his nose. He backed away in surprise, staring at her. "What are you?"
Melaine smirked, turned on her heel whilst grabbing his tie and pulling him behind her. He stumbled and followed, like a puppy on a leash. "Most likely your worst nightmare. Lets grab a drink shall we?"
They went into a pub, it was sparsely lit and smokey, it seemed to be shaded in reds, whites, and blacks. There was a gentle murmur of conversation, flitting around the room, mostly men holding whisky glasses in their hands, cigars at their lips.
All the conversation stopped as Melaine took off her coat, handing it to Moriarty as if he were her servant. She took out a small clip and slowly put her hair up into a messy bun ontop of her head, stretching her neck in a slow and languid fashion. She knew they all watched her, eating her up with their eyes.
One man stepped forward, a cigarette in his hand. She took it between her lips, never looking back at Moriarty, she could feel him at her back though, his leg pressing into hers. The man lit a match and lit the cigarette for her, she inhaled deeply, pulled it from her lips with her delicate fingers and blew out a stream of smoke. "Thanks." She whispered to the man.
"What'll you have love?" the bartender, a middle age man with salt and pepper hair and deep brown eyes stared openly at her.
Melaine still refused to look at Moriarty, he pulled the bar stool out and she slid gracefully into the seat. Taking another drag on the cigarette. "Two shots of whisky," then turned an finally looked at Moriarty. "And whatever this gentlemen wishes."
She needed the drink, having just been engaged to her brothers best friend and now trying to seduce his most powerful enemy. This day was just not turning out like she had expected. The bartender slid the whisky into her waiting hand and she downed it in a flash. Feeling the hot burn caress her throat, it was almost magical what whisky did to a very bad girl.
Moriarty watched her in amazement. He wondered if she knew how utterly enchanting she really was. Of course she did, she had to. The way she commanded everyone's presence in this room. They all held their breath as they watched her slow movements. e backeHHe bet she could get anyone of these men to do anything for her without a second thought. He wondered for a second if he would to.
He shook his head and looked at the bartender. "I'll have what she's having." Then he grabbed Melaine by the arm and dragged her to a booth in the far corner, thrusting her into one side, and sitting across from her.
Half the men stood up, ready to beat this little boy up. Melaine stood and smirked, she shook her head and they all sat down. They watched her as she slithered out of booth and went to sit beside Moriarty. She lifted his arm and sat against his side, placing his hand on her stomach and staring up at him.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
"Oh, Honey," Moriarty chuckled. "I never get mad."