Sherlock returns to his room from his "chat" with his military flat mate. How unusual it had been. He lay on his bed ,which was barley used, and pondered his mind palace. He phone vibrated on his desk.
He opened it and found a message from an unknown number.
_Message Received_
Hey baby, let's meet up. Get in the car. Xx
Sherlock stared at the screen and glanced out the window. It was pouring down.
Grabbing his scarf, he walked out closing the door gently behind him, swiftly stepping foot in the car.
Just as he thought, no one was there. Moriarty must if planned this. They pulled up outside an unknown destination about 10 minutes later. Sherlock climbed out of the sleek black car examining his surroundings.
"Glad you could make it Sherly!" That accent sent a shiver down Sherlock's spine as he grinned closing his eyes.
"Oh, I wouldn't miss our meetings for the world..."
Moriarty took Sherlock in his arms and pressed his lips against his own.
The rain splattered over them, beads of water dripped of Sherlocks strands of hair on to his cheek.
"So, Sherly," he mumbled sexily, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and placing it in between Sherlocks lips.
"I want you to do something for me..." He resumed calmly dragging the question out.
"Moriarty, you know how much I despise it when you do this."
"Sorry baby," he winked as Sherlock withdrew a deep breath of the cigar.
"I caint tell you now, too risky. Meet me on top of Barts hospital and await my question there."
Sherlock sighed. "Fine."
"Do you love me, Sherlock?" He mumbled in his ear.
"O-of corse Moriarty..." He stuttered supposed he didn't already know.
"Enough, to say bye to Military boy...?" Sherlock thought about his answer before whispering it back in his ear...
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Sheriarty
FanfictionSherlock feels a hole gaping in heart as John Watson is dragged away from his reach, but that hole is soon filled by someone more up to his standards.
