Crazy or Love? Based on BBC1's Sherlock's Moriarty. Moriartyxreader

Surprise Part II

"You should, you know. Let everyone know you're mine." He said just loud enough for you to hear, and you returned with a sweet smile. His smile was becoming sad, and he knew you wouldn't like the idea.
"Maybe I will." You lightly kissed his cheek, making him perk up. He smiled like a child who had just been told he could buy any candy he wanted. He took out his phone, and played 'All I ask of you' one of your personal favorite Phantom of the Opera songs. You had both seen it three times together, and he even flew you to New York for a day to see it on Broadway. It was amazing. He took your hand in his, and wrapped the other lovingly around your waist, as he glided you around the room. His eyes were gazing into yours, as you let him lead you. You weren't used to this side of James. Dangerous James? Yes. Sexy James? Definitely. Romantic James? Only once, and it was Sebastian's idea. Your face flushed, and cheeks were tinted in a bright pink colour. You tried to hide your face, but he put his forehead on yours, forcing you to look into the abyss of his eyes, as he looked into the crystal-clear
e/c ones. You finally noticed an emotion you had previously never seen. He almost always had it when looking at you, you just never noticed it. He had a soft smirk, not his maniac-'I'm going on a killing spree in white', or his 'I know you want me just as much as I want you' smirk, but just a soft, smiling smirk. Actually, it was more of a crooked smile. The expression on his face was new, too. As your mind races with what could be wrong, all he could think was 'Wow. She is gorgeous.' And 'No. Not gorgeous. Perfect.' A few other slow songs from both your guys' favorite bands played, before Sebastian walked in.
"I thought I should tell you that there's a guy who wants to see you, Boss. Wants to make an appointme-" He just noticed the position you two were in. The first thing that caught his attention was how shamelessly James let the pure love for you in his eyes show, and he decided to leave you two alone.
"I'll wait." He started leaving, but you remembered that there was still a lot to do.
"Actually, we should probably get going. I still need to update my software and pack it up." Neither of you moved. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you moved with his, but the kiss was different than others. 'What was with him?' You thought. The kiss wasn't sexual, or heated. The passion was there, but it wasn't crazy, or lustful. The kiss was... Loving. Like he never wanted to forget the feeling of your lips connected to his. His hand moved to your cheek, just lightly touching it. He never made a move to deepen it, or take control, he just kept it the way it was. He wanted you to realize how much he loved you. You were just confused. When the kiss parted, he placed a hand on the small of your back, and escorted you out of the building. Your face was bright red, and he found it adorable.
"Just for the record, I am calling you Kitten, permanently." You thought about it for a bit, before a small smile formed.
"Okay. But then you're getting a nickname, too." You had been dating for nearly six months. This was, by far, your second longest relationship, and the only one you actually liked. Maybe it was time to nickname each other.
"That's fine, Kitten." You giggled lightly, and he held you close to him. He held the door open for you, and you nodded a thank you before stepping inside the car, him following quickly behind.
"Be prepared for many terrible attempts." You both laughed, and after you sat in a peaceful silence. He started humming 'All I Ask Of You' and you leaned into him.
-Moriarty's POV-
Why did she stay? Why did she love me, even though she thought I could never love her in return? Thought I didn't love her at all? I'll never know. If there's one thing I did know, it's that I was never letting her go, and I never wanted to hurt her. I felt her breathing even out as her head laid on my chest, and when I looked down she was sleeping peacefully. It had been an 'athletic' day, but I just couldn't sleep. I was glad she was getting better, her scars dwindling, and how much happier she was without the brands. She never needed to change, but I was happy for her. For the record, I never did this, but she was different... I started fantasizing on what could happen. What I wanted to happen. Though, it didn't take long for me to realize how dangerous it would be for her. Which kind of hurt. She stirred in her peaceful sleep, her e/c fluttering open, and she gave me a sleepy smile.
"Hey. Are you alright?" Her voice was a little higher than normal, and it was strained, tired. I just now realized I had been biting the inside of my cheek, and it was now bleeding. I kissed her hairline, causing a small giggle from her.
"I'm perfect." I smiled in return. Everything I've done was to let her know I loved her, but she didn't seem to be getting the message. How could she? She was still convinced I was a psychopath, incapable of love. To her, I was just the one she loved. One who cared for her.
"I know, but are you alright?" She continued to press the matter, and I felt my chest physically tighten. Was I alright? No.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Kitten." I brushed a piece of loose hair behind her ear. She gave me an unsure look, and I just looked out the window in return. We were almost home.
"James, c'mon. Cheer up." She said, her voice attempting to mask her worry with excitement, but the tone gave it all away. My thoughts were more on if I should just tell her... But you never know who might be listening. I forced a light chuckle, and held her closer to me.
"I'm fine. Promise." Even I heard the lie in my voice, but I knew she didn't want to push it.
"If you say so, but when we get home, I need to pack. Will you be alright?" She asked, smiling sweetly. I nodded lightly. It was semi-upsetting that I would be forced to celebrate without her, but today had fixed that. It was simply perfect.