I listened to what my Dad said. We used protection. We didn't do any drugs. He has no reason to complain. But he is.
"You what? After a day? One fucking day!" He yells down the phone.
"Dad... you said it was fine. 'In any way I can', I do believe you said. Well, I am. I'm getting close to Mycroft." I say.
"But after a day? You're a whore." He rages.
"Oi! Don't call me that! I'm only doing what you said!" I exclaim. Suddenly, I feel arms around my waist and lips on my neck. "Listen, Alex, I don't care if you still love me. We're over, got it?" I say quickly so Sherlock doesn't catch on.
"Oh, he's next to you, isn't he?" He asks, lowering his voice.
"Yes. I told you this before: we are over. Stop bothering me, Alex." I sigh. Sherlock kisses just below my ear.
"Fine, fine. Goodbye." He hangs up. I put my phone away and turn to face Sherlock. He grins at me sexily.
"Morning, Sweetie." He whispers. I smile and kiss him on the cheek.
"Last night was good." I mutter and rest my head on his chest. He holds me close to him. "That was an ex-boyfriend. Alex." I explain quietly. I breathe in his scent. He smells delicious. "John and Mary are going to kill us." I chuckle.
"They don't have to find out, Sophia." He says, running his fingers through my hair. "I prefer your hair this colour. It suits you."
"Did you really kiss me for information?" I ask, shuddering at the thought.
"I needed to find out. But I was told only to ask you questions. The kiss was my idea. I got into some trouble because of it." He admits. "But it was worth it." He says and kisses me softly.
"Oh, alright." I smile. That made me feel better.
"Coming back to bed?" He asks. I grin.
"Well, I can hardly turn that offer down, can I?" I say. He picks me up and takes me into his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed. "I love you."
"I love you too." He says and kisses me slowly. I know this is wrong, but I don't really care. I know my Dad wanted me to pretend that I care about Sherlock, but I can't fake it. I do love him. I always have.
I lay across his chest. I keep my eyes closed and focus on the rhythm of his breathing. He strokes my hair gently. Suddenly, he jumps up.
"Oh, God!" He exclaims. I look at him.
"What's wrong?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
"I was meant to meet Mycroft ten minutes ago." He sighs. This is my chance to show Dad that I can useful. We get up and put our clothes on.
"Don't leave me here on my own." I whisper. He looks across at me, adjusting his coat.
"You want to come?" He asks.
"Please." I stick my chest out slightly in the hope that it'll persuade him. It works.
"Fine." He sighs again. I smile to myself. Dad will be proud of me.
"Who is this?" Mycroft looks me up and down. "Why are you-"
"Mycroft, this is Moriarty's daughter." He says. Mycroft looks shocked, but then smiles at me.
"And your lover." He adds. I blush.
"I didn't think you'd be able to hold your tongue, Mycroft." Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Yes, me and Sophia have engaged in sexual relations." he says.
"Way to make it sound romantic." I mutter under my breath, but loud enough for them to hear.
"Please, take a seat." Mycroft gestures to the seats opposite him. We sit down. There is silence as Mycroft looks me up and down. It's kind of creepy.
"Do you want to take a picture? It'll last longer." I roll my eyes. He smiles at me.
"So you are the daughter of James Moriarty." He says with contempt.
"So you're the brother of Sherlock Holmes."
"Evidently." he frowns. He isn't used to people talking back to him.
"Alright then." I run out of quips. I fold my arms. I wonder why my father is so interested in this man. He seems like a bit of a dick to me.
"So what do you know?" He asks me. I cock my head.
"About what?"
"Don't act stupid. About your father. About his plans."
"Nothing. I don't think you understand. I know nothing about his plans or his business. Yet you seem to think that I do." I frown.
"I know you do."
"You're mistaken." I turn to Sherlock. "Sherlock, did you know that your brother has been spying on me?"
"I wouldn't call it spying, Sophia. More just... keeping an eye on you." he says. I can tell that he's embarrassed. "Maddie." he adds the fake name I gave 'Andrea'.
"You what? Why would you do that?" Sherlock looks shocked.
"Because I needed to know if she knew anything."
"And does she?" He asks. Oh, shit.
"Yes. She does. In fact, I have the footage of her going with her father."
Double shit.
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Daddy's Girl
Fanfic"Why couldn't I have had a normal life? Why do you have to be so... you?" // "This is the hand you've been dealt, Sophia. There's nothing you can do about it. Play the game the best you can with the cards you've got. That's all you can do."// "I...
