Sherlock Preferences and One-Shots

Darkness-Part 3 Finale (Moriarty)

Requested by HighFunctioningSarah

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Word count: 1905

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I felt my heart stop, everything seemed to stop, even time itself... This seemed so unreal, the feeling of being loved by someone you thought couldn't even experience such a feeling. The whole situation seemed more dream like than real... And I loved it.

The feeling of his lips on mine as they made me feel such a passion that I had never experienced before. Him kissing me while my heart was racing while adrenaline was coursing through my veins.

This had to be love...

And that was all the reassurance I needed in that one moment. Simply because I was feeling unsure... But I was confident too. It was a feeling I couldn't explain with words alone. But I was also afraid. Afraid that this wouldn't last. That this feeling of exhilaration coursing through me like a breath of fresh air would soon be gone. I didn't want it to be. I didn't want it to end. Not ever.

"I love you too....

I just wish I could see you."

I hang my head, the feeling of my silky hair falling in my face my only focus. It was the only thing I could feel, until I felt his soft touch on my hand.

I soon felt his fingers create a delicate grasp on my hand, making me being my attention to where I thought he was.

"Relax. I've got you." He promises me, and I felt him lightly bring my hand up to touch something...

Wait... I was touching his cheek...

This is how I could actually 'see' him...

I could feel his soft skin and defined features as he carefully guided my touch across his face. And I could almost imagine his devious eyes without needing to see them and it's almost like I could imagine every detail of his features by using my touch alone as he carefully guided me, helped it all be so clear to me. And when I felt him pull my hand away from him, he wouldn't let me have it back, even when I tried to lightly yank it from his grasp.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you are..."

I felt a cold touch on my cheek, it wasn't his hand, but it was my own.

"So beautiful..."

His voice was soft and it was so different from the usual psychotic tone he used with Sherlock and John. He was different... So changed... Had done this? This softness was something I never had seen. Not in anyone. Had I really brought out the good in the Consulting Criminal? Had I done something that was seemingly impossible just because I followed my heart?

This wasn't the James Moriarty that was 'The King...' This James was too kind... Too passionate and... Well... Loving.

He kept my cheek delicately cupped in his warm grasp and we seemed to only think about each other... We were each others only focus. Nothing else mattered.

"Don't let me go..." I whispered, wanting him to hold me forever... This was the feeling I never wanted to lose and the moment I never wanted to end.

I prayed, silently that he would keep me, grant my wish and never let me go. Never let me leave his sight and that he would always be by my side to hold me... I know it sounded impossible and that the odds weren't exactly in my favor... I mean lets be real, he's a psychopath... The Consulting Criminal... He had work. He had a life, he had a legacy to live for.