Moriarty's Touch

I know you

"You don't mind if I sit here do you?" An Irish accent says from behind you. You take out your head phones and turn over your shoulder to look at the voice. "Pardon?" You squint as your eyes travel up the man's body until they rest on his lips.
" I said, you don't mind if I sit here do you?" He smiles and nods towards the empty seat next to you.
"Oh yeah, sorry go a head." You gesture towards the seat and go back to typing away at your computer. You secretly glance over and watch as he gets settled in his seat. Lustfully you bite your lip and try and contain yourself as he runs his hand through his dark black hair.

He sees you out of the corner of his eye and smiles to himself in the edges of his mouth. "Don't you want to see what's underneath?" He says to his phone, licking his lips.
"I'm sorry?" You say.
"Well you keep undressing me with your eyes" his smirk makes your cheeks flush.

He turns to fully face you now and writes down something on a nearby napkin. He slides it towards you just as the barista call out " Dark black roast for MORIARTY" he quickly gets up and gets his coffee and slides his phone into his pocket.  "Moriarty?" You raise your eyebrows and smugly smile.
"Jim Moriarty baby" he winks and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"Sorry we have to cut this short, but I have work so do, so do me the favor and call me." He slides his hand along your shoulder blades and gives them a tight squeeze. This sends shivers down your spine.
"Why do you have to go?" You ask closing your eyes and reminiscing his touch.
"My work calls me." His thick Irish accent echoes in your ear. "Do you wanna see what I do?"  He turns you around in your seat, a glimmer in his eye.
"Don't you think this is a little too soon?" You lean back in your seat, taken back at the sudden offer.
"I know you'd love it." He takes his hand and gingery closes your computer and begins to back your bag, not breaking his persuasive stare.
"You don't know me in the slightest." You gasp, slightly laughing.

"Oh babe of course I do,  your y/n y/ln" with that he takes his hand in yours and slings your computer bag around his shoulder. Your jaw nearly drops to the ground.