NOTE: Here we go again, next chapter. I´m so excited! I made up my mind and decided to stick with the original story I partly wrote already. Sherlock and Gemma will hate each other a little more… But some smut is about to happen and it might be a little bit non-con-ish ;) I hope you like it!

Chapter 17:

Close your eyes and kiss me and tell me that you love me

I know it´s not true but I don´t feel the difference

When you abandon yourself to me*

The Game is on

Gemma Moriarty personally thought that this was her neatest plan. Perfectly composed like a piece from a play. Everyone play their roles like they are supposed to, every detail in place and the outcome… Yeah, the end set from the beginning. There would be just one way this play was going to end. Composing it had been the most fun she´d in years. It would be a play everyone would just love to watch. It was going to be thrilling till the very end. Of course the end would be her end too, at least as Gemma Moriarty. The new passport was already in her drawer lying there with hair dye and money. A new identity waiting for her along with a job.

Sherlock would love the case she created just for him. Gemma had been so patient, she was a patient person but now it was time to step on the stage yet again. She´d calculated that Sherlock would assume parts of the play but the end would come as a surprise. As he liked to say: The game was on.

The other new identity she´d created for this was Ricarda Brooke. It was concerning how easy it was to create her. She would step out on the stage very soon and people would willingly believe her story, ordinary people could be played so easily.

Sherlock´s end was daring near and she hoped his end meant the end of her mundane feelings for him as well. She hated the weakness he´d created in her and she needed to carve it out of her.

Oh Sherlock played along so nicely when the abduction case came his way but not just him all those ordinary people who actually thought there was such a thing as a universal computer code to open every door played their roles just as well.

The first act was over the curtains were closing and it was time for an interlude. Gemma was playing a cabbie, to stay with the metaphor, what would a play be without some dressing up?

She sat in the cab outside Scotland Yard waiting for Sherlock to leave the building all disturbed and pale wondering what had just happened. Why the little girl had screamed when she´d seen him. It´d been so easy to find an actor who bore enough resemblance to the consulting detective to make someone who wasn´t close to him believe it was actually him. Sadly the poor chap had to die after his role had been played.

Aaaand entrance Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective and his pet John Watson, former soldier.

Gemma kicked into motion stopping the cab as Sherlock raised his arm as supposed he left John behind and got into the cab. By now he should really be more careful about cabs and especially cabbies, Gemma thought.

The video she´d made for Sherlock started to give him an idea of what´s going to come. She watched him in the rearview mirror while driving the cab. She had to admit seeing his facial expression was priceless. Moran had suggested he should drive the cab because of the obvious danger but it´d paid out to do it herself, the look of horror and realization on Sherlock´s face was sooo satisfying. Sherlock started to shout to stop the car and Gemma obliged. She was a good cabbie. But that moment he caught her eye in the rearview mirror. That was not according to plan! He should have gotten out and she should have given him a mocking comment before driving off. Instead Sherlock leaped forward and before Gemma could get out of the car he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her slide cap fell from her head. Forceful he pulled her back into her seat. Gemma cried out in pain. Involuntary her hand flew up to his fist in her hair but it was no point he only grabbed her tighter. His lips were close to her ear now and she couldn´t help the shiver that rushed through her body. When he spoke she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"That´s your game now?" He whispered through gritted teeth and she could feel the anger evaporating from him. "Destroying me by destroying my reputation? Not very inventive for you."

With her head pulled back it was hard to speak her voice sounded raspy.

"Nah, you enjoyed the case I created to you most inventive thing that came your way since a long time. Took you longer than I estimated to solve it. Had to sit in this cab for quite a long time."

"STOP IT!" Sherlock screamed in her face shaking with fury now. He leaned around the seat awkwardly and his free hand closed around her throat. Gemma had to cough and it took everything to keep her calm. Her fingers still held Sherlock´s fist in her hair and she dug her nails in his skin. Taken by surprise he loosened the grip and Gemma pulled free loosing strands of her hair. With one swift movement she freed herself from the hand on her neck turning her whole body in the process her back pushing against the steering wheel. She felt like a mouse in the corner and like that she fought. With her right leg she delivered one well-placed kick against Sherlock´s shoulder. The horn honked in the motion and Sherlock flew back against the back-seats. Gemma had no time to watch him grunt in pain quickly she reached for the door and stumbled out of the taxi still coughing. Her eyes scanned the street which was dark and empty and decided she had to run luckily she wore Sneakers. Before she could start to run Sherlock had grabbed the collar of her black jacket. How the hell did he get out of the car so quickly? He threw her against the car and all air left her lungs with the impact.

"Beating up a helpless woman?" She tried to sound cocky but it sounded rough. She tried to remain standing but Sherlock was onto her in no time. The punch he delivered this time into her stomach made her double over. She sunk to her knees barely able to hold prevent herself from falling with her face to the ground. Her hands on the concrete she had to dry heave and cough even harder.

"A woman?" Sherlock´s voice was icy. "You are not even human."

Gemma had to laugh without any humor.

"Oh deary, you are so angry because you´d never entertained the possibility that your friends could or would turn against you but it was sooo easy. Just one tiny incident and they´ll never look upon you the same way."

She wanted to get up from the ground but a kick sent her to the ground. He´d actually kicked her in the side. Sherlock´s breath was heavy and Gemma grunted with the effort to get away from him far enough to get to her feet again.

"Why don´t you fight!?" He roared anger seeping from his voice.

'That was the point!' It occurred to him this had just became part of her plan. But this time he didn´t care he wanted her to feel his pain. He reached down and grabbed her hair again pulling her up. Her hands scrambled to get rid of his, her nails dug into his skin again but not this time! This time he held on. If she didn´t want to fight that was fine with him. He pressed her against the car trapping her body in between the metal and his own body. There was plenty of time to feel bad about this later.

His fist pulled her hair and she had to move her head with it exposing her neck. When he leaned down Gemma realized what he was up to. His teeth dug deep into her skin and she might have screamed if Sherlock´s free hand hadn´t just covered her mouth to stifle it. For a moment she regretted wearing that short skirt.

Gemma had been on a high since her little play had started and she knew perfectly well that she wasn´t any different from Sherlock when it came to this. They both craved distraction from the boring conformity that was life itself. Sherlock used the cases or drugs, Gemma used crimes. They were not so different after all. Right now they both were on the good side for different reasons but still. Even though Sherlock was angry he had just solved a case, a really good one. And now only the idea of sex let Gemma´s heart beat faster, not ordinary sex, no extraordinary one. She had never really cared for physical encounters but with Sherlock it was something entirely different. Right now he wanted to hurt her but he could possibly be convinced that this would be more fun. Oh god she was twisted! Especially now that Sherlock would probably fuck her with or without her consent if he wanted a victim she would gladly play one for him, only for him. Ever so slowly she let her hands sink stopping every attempt to defend herself. This made Sherlock only more irate. His hands grabbed her lapels and pushed her on the backseat. Her lack of defense startled him but didn´t stop him. He climbed onto her pushing her skirt up in the process. His fingers fumbled for his zipper and Gemma started a weak attempt to get up again only to be pushed back down. His labored breath ghosted over her face and she shivered in anticipation only hoping no one would interrupt them.

But just before it happened Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks.

"No. No I´m not like you." He wanted to get away from her. Processing the thought that he´d been just about to rape her made him want to vomit. Gemma´s eyes widened. 'Nononono! You´re not stopping now!' She thought desperation washing over her. No, she needed this right now! The last time she´d seen him she´d left without letting him get to her she´d been on edge for weeks. She craved him like a drug. A smug smile appeared on her face as she reached for his coat and pulled him back down. Sherlock realized only then that she´d just played the helpless girl, of course she´d. She was capable of killing people with those hands that were tangled in his hair right now.

"Oh god you are twisted." He murmured before he kissed her roughly. Gemma wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed him inside her in one swift movement.

"Yeah…but you love it." She whispered as she pulled him even closer.

This was not about love. This was about relieve, about satisfaction, about power, about a fix both of them craved. It was neither gentle nor careful. Gemma moaned shameless into his ear. His hips moved hard against her own in a far too quick rhythm; none of them would last long. Actually this was a perfect scene for her play, people loved some sex.

Gemma threw her had back against the door and hit it hard but came nonetheless screaming Sherlock´s name. When Sherlock came inside of her he gritted his teeth to prevent her name from spilling from his traitorous mouth. It was the first time it occurred to her that he never once had used protection, how careless, if she could still get pregnant he would be screwed.

They lay in the car for a moment just breathing heavily and Sherlock stroke a strand of her hair from her forehead. 'Oh don´t show me you care! You idiot!' She thought bemused by his action. Sadly she realized this had probably been the last time they would be together ever. Her thoughts were distracted by Sherlock´s sudden movement. The detective got up and fixed his clothes quickly before leaving the criminal alone in the backseat of the cab.

Gemma raised her eyebrows in disappointment: 'This is how we´re doing things now? Well, you won´t have much time left to regret it anyway.' She sighed and climbed back in the front seat. Right now she felt content. Her eyes fell on the mirror and she saw her injured neck and her slightly bleeding lip from where Sherlock had bit her. Her whole abdomen hurt like hell from the punch and the kick. Moran would be so disappointed, she smiled to herself.

*This is actually a german song, sry for that but it fitted so well: Die Ärzte – Mach die Augen zu, the lyrics are great for this scene so if you want to check them out