William J. Moriarty my beloved

Second

In which, a crime consultant rests on his darling's lap

{Actual description; weird, fluffy shĩt I wrote because I'm in love with Liam}

⚠️No warnings for this one, pure fluff⚠️

This scenario  had been dancing on my head for quite a while, so... Enjoy!!!

Fred was feeling quite nervous, as he climbed the stairs towards William's chambers. Louis had told him that his older brother had retired to his chambers long ago, but there was a possibility he wasn't sleeping.
The young informant finally reached the door, and, somewhat shyly knocked on the wood. "Mr William?" he shouted and awaited for his superior's answer.
"Come in, Fred" he did receive a response, but the voice sounded too... Not William's. Hesitantly, Fred opened the door, expecting to report to the crime consultant, but what he saw was very different from what he had expected.
You were sitting on the bed, William sleeping soundly, his head laying on your lap. Your fingers were tangled on his golden hair, stroking him gently, his beautiful, rich gold eyelashes dusted over his cheeks, his eyebrows relaxed and lips slightly parted. Fred admitted to himself that he had never seen the mastermind behind the Lord of Crime looking so peaceful before. A soft smile appeared on his blushful face.
"Oh, miss (Y/n)... I am sorry" he spoke, his voice as soft as ever.
"It's alright, Fred" you gave him a reassuring smile, "Can I help you with something? I'm afraid William won't be waking soon" you said.
Fred readjusted his scarf nervously "I just came to report back to Mr. William..." He replied, trying too hard not to stare.
"Should I tell him something when he us up?" You asked, your hand never withdrawing from his silky, soft hair.
"The mission was a success" was the young man's laconic answer, which made you exhale softly.
"I have a feeling he already knows, my dear Fred. Otherwise he wouldn't let himself rest" you verbalised your thoughts, watching as Fred's cheeks turned redder, "he really trusts all of you".
Fred smiled as well "You really know him well, miss (Y/n)..." His gaze wandered on the carpeted floor, "Thank you, for taking such good care of Mr. William..." Your eyes met, and you could clearly see gratitude reflected on his dark eyes.
"I wish you a good night, miss (Y/n)"
"Good night, Fred"

...

The morning rays of light stroking over your sleeping figures, waked you up in a pleasant, warm manner. You fluttered your eyes open, realising you had fallen asleep in a sitting position. Looking down, you saw William, awake, looking at you with a loving expression, his beautiful, scarlet eyes softening when meeting yours.
The young professor, still laying on your thighs, raised a hand to caress lovingly your rosy cheek.
"Good morning, my love" he whispered,    slim fingers stroking the softness of your skin.
"Good morning to you too, Willy" grasping carefully his palm, you brought it to your lips and left a small kiss on his knuckles. You bothed stood in silence for some moments, untill his melodic voice broke the silence. "Thank you for letting me sleep on your lap, dear" his words really did melt your heart, "But I didn't wish for you to sleep in such uncomfortable position" William told you, you shook your head.
"I don't mind, as long as you rest well, my dear", and your words melted your lover's heart as well.
William James Moriarty didn't reply a single syllable. The young prodigy who could leave people speechless from a fairly young age didn't know what to say. Simply, he admired how the light framed your beautiful facade.
"Maybe in another life..." He suddenly mumbled, you lifted an eyebrow in curiosity "What...?"
"Maybe if we meet in another life I'll be finally able to give you what you truly deserve..." Your lover confessed, leaving you surprised, insulted even.
"William...!" You complained, "You are already giving me already more than I need..." With a sweet caress, you sweeped the stray locks of hair hiding his eyes away, "Your love is all I ask..."
You muttered, while William got up, and cupped gently your cheeks.
"That already belongs to you..."
And with a long, slow kiss on your lips, he claimed his sayings true.