BBC Sherlock Imagines

Moriarty x Reader | Day off

Description : You're dating James Moriarty, and he insists on using his day off to spend time with you.
Warnings : Swearing, Fluff
Word Count : 1319
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Turning over in bed, I feel beside me and am surprised when it's empty. I lift my head and read the clock. 10:19am. Jesus, I've been sleeping for ages. I'm about to roll back over for another five minutes when the smell of bacon reaches my nose. Intrigued, I stand up and slip on one of James's shirts. It's a white button up, and I can see my red lace bra through it. Usually, I'd change out of it if it was visible, but Jim loves this bra, so I'm keeping it on. I'm wearing boyshort matching underwear so I decide that's enough for pants. My hair is all knotted, so I throw a brush through it but mess it up a little with my hands to make it look sexy. With that, I make my way to the kitchen.

Peeking around the corner, I see James in a T-shirt and jeans, his dark hair is still messy from sleep. In his hand he's holding a pan with bacon on it. In the other he holds tongs and is carefully setting bacon on a plate along with eggs and toast. At first I'm confused, but then I decide to cherish his kindness. I sneak up behind him, being super quiet and tip toeing into the kitchen. I hug him from behind and place a kiss on his shoulder.

"Good morning, princess." He says, his Irish accent kissing his words.

"Good morning, what are you doing?"

"I have a day off, and I decided I want to use it all on you."

Awe.

"How sweet of you, James." I say, bringing him down into a kiss. He always tells me to call him Jim, but I prefer James way better. It suits him.

"It's my pleasure. Now go sit. It's almost done."

"Alright." I say and I head to the dining room.

In there, I find a set up of different juices and cups, even a pot of tea and a pot of coffee. There is also a plate of hash browns and a fruit tray. He went all out on this brunch!

"Babe! This is so thoughtful!" I yell from the dining room.

He enters moments later with two plates of food in his hands.

"Anything for you, kitten." He smiles, setting my plate down in front of me.

James is a great cook. Whenever he could, he'd make dinners and breakfasts, but most days we got take away because he had to work.
The bacon tastes amazing, and the eggs were made perfectly. He even bought peanut butter and jam for our toast. I wish it was like this more often. Sitting at home, relaxing, eating actual meals together. It was a nice thought, but it could never happen. Not with all the work we do together.

"So? What do you think?" James said, finishing up his meal.

"Oh my god, it was so good, I'm so full." I respond, pushing out my stomach and patting it. He laughs his beautiful laugh, the one he reserves for me. His real laugh, not his maniacal one he uses around Sherlock. I smile at him and start to clean up. James takes the leftovers and I grab the dishes. I take them to the sink and rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher.

As soon as I close the dishwasher I'm immediately picked up bridal-style by my loving boyfriend, and am being carried to the couch. I laugh at his actions and lean onto his chest, taking in his unique scent that I love so much. He kisses the top of my head and whispers to me.

"Did I fail to mention how sexy you look this morning?" He says quietly into my ear.

"Mayyybeeee." I say, trailing my words. I lean up and kiss his cheek and he sets me down on the couch. He walks away, and I hear him open the closet in the hallway. Not long after, he comes back with a blanket, and drapes it overtop me.

"As much and I hate to cover up that gorgeous body of yours, you must be cold." He says to me. I laugh a little as a reply, it's true, I was getting cold. It's January and the window in the kitchen was open to let out the smoke from his cooking.

"So what should we watch?" Says James, opening up Netflix on the TV, and sitting down at the end of the couch.

"I don't mind, as long as I'm spending time with you." I reply, putting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his arm.

We ended up turning on a random action movie, and cuddling up together. We stayed like this all day, until he finally decided he should make some dinner. He stood up to leave but I grabbed his hand in protest.

"Don't go, you're so warm."

"I have to make dinner, kitten."

"Jammmmessss." I whine and pout my lips.

"Y/n." He says, mimicking me. I scrunch my face at him and try to pull him back into the covers, but he quickly picks me up bridal style again.

"How about you come help me make dinner?" He asks me, covering me in kisses all over my face and neck. I giggle and nod. He sets me down and I follow him into the kitchen.

"What are we making?" I ask.

"I was thinking some home made pizza."

"Ooh yes!"

He grabs all the ingredients and we start with the dough. We combine all the ingredients and I playfully throw a tiny bit of flour at him. He laughs and does the same to me, and soon we were running around the house, him chasing me and trying to throw flour at my face. Eventually, we truce and make the rest of the pizza.

While it cooked we waited in the living room. Watching the ending to another movie, him stealing kisses and holding me close. I nuzzle into his body and he hugs me to him. Kissing my head and running his fingers up and down my thigh.

"I love you, y/n." He says.

"I love you too, James. So much." I say. I lean in to kiss him but I am interrupted by the oven beeping.

"Yes!" I shout, running to see if it turned out good. James walks after me, and takes the pizza out of the oven. We eat in the living room and continue to watch movies until 11:00pm. My eyes were becoming tired and I laid down on him, letting my eyes flutter shut.

"Are you tired?" I hear Jim say. I nod in reply, and he turns off the TV. He wraps the blanket around me and picks me up, carrying me carefully to the bedroom. He lays me down under the covers, and kisses my forehead. I expect him to climb in too, but he leaves, and I hear the shower turn on. I'm so used to falling asleep in his arms, that I can't sleep while he's in the shower. I just lay awake, waiting for him.

After a very long 10 minutes, he comes back in, he's wearing another shirt and some sweats. He slides in next to me, and I immediately roll over and bury myself into his warmth. I take a deep breath in and it's filled with his scent. His arms lazily snake around my waist and his chin rests atop my head.

"Goodnight James." I say.

"Goodnight y/n."

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Aloha bitches.
This is my first James Moriarty imagine so excuse me if he's a bit out of character. I wanted a lot of fluff and less insanity so yeah.

May we meet again.

- S.W.