Honey I'm king. (Moriarty x Reader) -based of BBC Sherlock.

Chapter 2- That Moriarty?

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The song that Moriarty sings is ''Tiffany Blews'' by Fall Out Boy.

Chapter 2 – That Moriarty?

You turned around and saw Moriarty sit in your lean chair, legs spread, head resting in his right hand. ‘’Oh baby, you’re a classic,’’ He sang, calm and low. ‘’Like a little black dress.’’ He continued. You stared at him for a second before letting the panic hit you. ‘’W-why are you here?!’’ you exclaimed. ‘’Oh darling, calm down,’’ He started, looking straight into your eyes.’’ I can smell fear.’’ You shut your mouth, looked and tried not to make eye contact with Moriarty. That man’s unbelievably sexy and scary at the same time, and it frustrated you. ‘’y/n.’’ You looked at him when he said your name. ‘’I didn’t tell you my name.’’ you said, as calm as possible. ‘’Well, I know things.’’ He chuckled and stood up, straightening his suit jacket. ‘’You’re still wet. You should go change. I don’t want you to catch a cold.’’ You opened your mouth to protest him, but he gently laid a finger on your lips. ‘’Shh. Do as I say now.’’ You immediately walked over to your bedroom and closed the door behind you.

What the hell, why do you even listen to him? Why is he like that? What is his goddamn problem? No, what is your problem? You should call the fucking police. But you won’t.

You opened the door to your room, after some few minutes. You had changed to jeans and a simple sweater. You couldn’t see Moriarty anywhere. Did he leave? You felt kind of disappointed. You walked around your flat looking for him, just in case. Of course he was nowhere. You noticed that he had left his suit jacket. It was lying on your table, nicely folded. You picked it up and checked his pockets. You found a white envelope with your name written on it, and a box of cigarettes. Your cigarettes. You opened the letter, and put your cigarettes on the table. You read the letter, written with beautiful male handwriting

‘’Little Kitten.

I would like my jacket back by midnight.

And I would like to see you in your dress.

Meet me where we first met.

-JM’’

You don’t even have a dress. You sighed, folded the jacket and put the letter in your pockets. You looked at the jacket. His jacket. Huh.

You smelled it.

It smelled good. It smelled nice.

You smelled it again.

And again.

What the fuck are you doing? You quickly put the jacket down and looked around to see if anyone saw you. Of course there weren't anyone there. You blushed, sighed, and checked the clock.

It’s only 5 in the afternoon. You have seven hours to do nothing. Well, maybe you could visit Sherlock and John. There's always something interesting going on up there. You walked out of your apartment and then over to Sherlock and John’s place. You knocked carefully on the door, opening it. John was sat in his chair, with his laptop on his lap, probably blogging. Sherlock stood by the window left to their table and looked out. ‘’Hi guys.’’ You said and walked in. ‘’is it okay that I hang here for a while?’’ John closed his laptop and got up. ‘’Yeah sure! We have nothing to do anyways’’ He said with a shrug. You smiled and walked over to Sherlock. ‘’What are you looking at?’’ You asked him. You looked out of the window, and saw absolutely nothing. Sherlock cleared his throat. ‘’I was watching a man that came out of our front door.’’ He looked down at you and smiled. You blushed wildly, and turned around. ‘’I wonder why he was here…’’ you walked over to the couch and sat down, hands curled together in your lap. ‘’I could hear you guys you know?’’ Sherlock said, as he picked up his violin. ‘’What?’’ you asked, surprised. ‘’Or, I heard you shout ‘Why are you here?’’’ He started playing his violin. You closed your eyes and listened to the beautiful tones flying around in the room. You adore classical music. Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Verdi, Vivaldi, even songs that Sherlock composed. Anything, really.