"": dreams.
Italics: thinking.
Bold: Letters and notes.
-/-: time lapse.
Chapter 7- He's Real!
"S-Sherlock, why is Moriarty in our apartment?" Sherlock stated at John and then Moriarty who sat there smiling. Oh shit, He's real.
Sherlock couldn't move. He sat there staring at Moriarty's smiling face. He had been here for who knows how long now, and Sherlock had just sat there, pretending he didn't exist. Moriarty could have done anything and Sherlock wouldn't have paid attention to him. What is wrong with me? Surly I of all people would have known he was real. What is he smiling about? Is it because I've been pretending he doesn't exist? Sherlock sighed, and looked over at John, pretending to be in control of the situation.
"Oh, didn't I tell you he was going to stop by sometime this week?" Sherlock said simply, looking back at the laptop in his lap, he ignored both Moriarty and John now.
"Hmmm I did tell Shelly that I would be dropping by." Said Moriarty while standing up and heading into the kitchen. Hearing the name Sherlock looked up at Moriarty with a glare.
"There is only one person who can dare call me that and get away with it, and he has seen me naked more times than I would like to admit." Moriarty turned and smiled almost cheekily, while John gaped at the two. John was lost for words, these two were supposed to be enemies, since when were they on talking terms? Rustling was heard from inside of the kitchen, both men stared, as they watched Moriarty move about the room. When he came back in he was balancing three cups of tea on a tray. Handing one to John who grabbed it with a shaky hand, he placed his down on the table next to John's seat. He handed Sherlock his, which was grabbed almost instantly.
"T-Thank you Moriarty." Stuttered John.
"Oh please, call me Jim, after all I'll be staying here for a while." Answered Jim. John and Sherlock both looked back up at Jim at that statement.
"You're staying here?" John asked, taking a sip of his tea unconsciously, gasping at how good it tasted. Moriarty smiled and chuckled into his tea softly, before nodding. Sherlock nodded as well and took a sip of his tea, noticing that it was made exactly how he liked it. A knock at the door alerted all three men to the two figures standing at the door. Lestrade and Mrs Hudson both stood stunned at the scene they had walked in on.
"Would anyone like to explain why Moriarty is sitting in your living room?" Lestrade said loudly. Sherlock and Jim looked at each other, before turning back to Lestrade and telling him the story, right from the first dream.
-2 hours later-
They didn't think it would take two hours, but after being stopped every five minutes for questions it had dragged on and on. Both Sherlock and Jim sat slumped in their chairs, resting a new cup of tea in their laps, looking tiredly at each other. Lestrade and John stared at the two in shock at what they had just heard, never in their wildest imagination could they have predicted a story like that would come out of them. Mrs Hudson, as always was the first to talk.
"So, I guess we will be needing to find you a room then Mr Moriarty?" Jim looked over at the women and smiled softly.
"Please Mrs Hudson, Jim if you will. And it's not trouble, I will just room with Shelly, just like always." If you had asked Sherlock if he had blushed at that he probably would have punched you. Mrs Hudson though couldn't help but laugh at the statement, she nodded and smiled. She always knew Sherlock was gay and even though he was a criminal, she was glad Sherlock finally had someone of interest in his life.
"Now I dare say it's time for bed. Shelly, going to join me?" Jim asked softly, a smug looking grin gracing his face. Sherlock looked up at him and shrugged, they needed to talk anyway, what harm would it be to do it in the bedroom.
"Yes I do say it is time for bed. Goodnight all. Oh and Lestrade, if you're going to stay the night, I'm sure John will spare a place in his bed for you."
"SHERLOCK!" Both Lestrade and John screamed as they watched him follow Jim down the hall.
-In Sherlock's Bedroom-
Jim threw himself onto the bed and folded his arms behind his head. Sherlock, ignoring him started on his normal bedtime routine. He pulled off his outer jumper, folded it and placed it on the desk in the corner. Opening his dresser draw he pulled out a pair of his tracksuit pants which he had taken to wearing to bed. Without acknowledging Jim he swiftly changed into the pants, now wearing only those and a simple white t-shirt. He turned around to see that Jim now lie on the bed only in his jeans. Sherlock's eyes ran over Jim's body, seeing a long and jagged scar that ran from his left shoulder to his right hip.
"So, I take it you want to talk my little snack?" Jim asked, patting the bed next to him, inviting Sherlock over. Taking the invitation, Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed facing Jim. "Ask anything you want my dear."
"Why?" Sherlock asked simply.
"Why What? You have to be more precise, my dear." He answered, sitting up his face coming closer to Sherlock's. Moving back a little, Sherlock thought of his question more carefully.
"Why me?" He felt Jim's fingers slowly start to create small designs into his hand. Sherlock felt a shudder run through his body, which confused him. How can such simple touch affect me in such a way?
"Why you? Hmmmm, because you intrigue me. You challenge me. You complete me?" He started to run his fingers up Sherlock's arms. Tracing different patterns as he went, he chuckled as he felt Sherlock shudder under his touch. "Because I crave you, I need you, I want you." His fingers reached Sherlock's chin, cupping it, he brought their faces closer. "Does that answer your question my dear?" Blue eyes looked into brown, not being able to break the connection. Jim leaned in slightly, feeling the blood under his skin heat up. Sherlock's mind was blank, he fought for a thought, any at all, but he couldn't grasp one. Before they knew it, their lips had connected. A soft kiss was shared between the two men, one they had never experienced before. Both of Jim's hand came up to cup the sides of Sherlock's face, putting more pressure wanting to feel more of Sherlock's lips. A slight moan escaped Sherlock's lips, as Jim pressed harder. The long time that Jim hadn't come to Sherlock at night seemed to have taken its toll on both of them. Pulling back Jim looked at Sherlock's face, seeing the softest of blushes grace his face. Cute, he thought, running a finger over Sherlock's lips. Sherlock had many more questions but with the way that Jim was leaning again, he had a feeling they would have to wait.
Hello everyone! So another chapter! Hope you like it, I'm so excited cause this is the start off all the smexiness that I want to write! I hope you guys like the little teaser I wrote in this chapter. Oh by the way, even though I said that John and Lestrade might have something, that doesn't mean they do, I have another idea in mind for both Lestrade and John, so bear with me. Again hope you like it! Follow, Favourite, View and Review!
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