The door swung open, Sherlock already knew who it was, he'd recognised the footsteps creeping up the stairs. Sherlock allowed himself one tease,
"It's common courtesy to knock before you enter a room Jim, I thought you'd know..."
Jim Moriarty stood at the door, a smirk on his face.
"Oh my dear Sherlock, we both know I'm not here to be a gentleman."
Sherlock felt the corner of his mouth turn up, forming a devious smile. He'd sent John away for the weekend, to work on a case he'd dismissed as something "not worth his time." He knew that John would text him in precisely 20 seconds, Sherlock would reply instantly, leaving at least two hours to spend with Jim undisturbed. Mrs Hudson was out purchasing more cleaning supplies so she wouldn't be back for a few hours. She was ever so indecisive about whether lemon or lavender was the right scent for a bathroom; she'd opted for lemon last time, Sherlock disliked it, it was too clean.
Jim took a step forward, his foot nudging the third floorboard past the doorframe, Sherlock took his phone out of his pocket mere seconds before it vibrated.
What's the verdict then Sherlock? - JW
It's obvious isn't it? The wife. - SH
Obvious 😒 - JW
Sherlock slowly turned on his heel, placing his phone gently on the desk behind him as he began to make his way towards Jim. He swiftly closed the curtains and glanced at the man still standing a few feet from the doorframe, a large grin spread across his face.
"Sherlock you shouldn't keep me waiting..."
Sherlock moved to the door, closing it in one strong move, he looked Jim in the eyes and whispered,
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Sherlock could feel Jim's cool, minty breath on his lips; he always liked to chew gum. Sherlock bit his lip and looked down, he was always so confident but when it came to Jim he turned into a teenage girl.
Jim could barely take his eyes off Sherlock's lips, he wanted to bite them too; Sherlock was such a tease, he loved it. Jim grazed his lips against Sherlock's, intoxicating him and making Sherlock push against him, fighting for a kiss. Jim obliged, running his tongue against Sherlock's bottom lip, teasing him a final time before they were wrapped up in a kiss.
Jim moved his hand up to grab Sherlock's soft curly hair, he wrapped it around his fingers as they kissed. Sherlock placed his hands on Jim's hips and slowly began to undo his belt. Jim pulled away and shook his head.
"Ah naughty Sherlock, you know that's my job."
Jim slipped his hands down to the buckle of his belt and swiftly removed it. He tore Sherlock's shirt off and ran the cold metal of the belt across Sherlock's back before striking for the first time in a while. Jim could see the faded marks from his previous "sessions" with Sherlock. Jim struck him again and Sherlock let out a faint whimper; it turned Jim on so much to hear Sherlock moan for him.
