Sherlock One Shots

Sweet loving (MoriartyxReader)

(The song doesn't really have much to do with the one shot, other than the title. I was listening to the song and it made me imaging what Moriarty would consider 'sweet loving'. Enjoy!)

"Darling! I'm home!" Jim's Irish sing song voice rang through the apartment.
"Jim? In the kitchen!" You called back. He opened the kitchen door to smell cookies. Almost every day you would be baking, always trying something new.
"Mmm." He hummed putting his finger in the cookie dough batter and licking it off like a small child.
"Good day at work?" You asked, swatting at his hands.
"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Guess how many people I killed today y/n!" He asked excitedly, his dark brown eyes sparkling. He really was like a little child. You laughed.
"How many?"
"Four and a half!" You raised an eyebrow.
"And a half?" Jim shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah. We beat him half to death. Because there's still some info we need to get out of him. But Sebastian's working on it now. Said I should go home early."
"Fantastic. I'm very proud. Seeings as you're in a good mood," you started, kissing his nose. "Can you put away all your guns that you got out this morning?" He pouted.
"I need to finish polishing them."
"Well go and do that! I'll call you when dinner's ready." You waved him out of the kitchen as you both laughed.

"Y/n!" Jim sighed. "Come to beeeeed!"
"Just a second Jim." You giggled. You emerged from behind the changing screen and slipped into bed beside him. His arms instantly wrapped around you and pulled you close to him. You smiled and nuzzled into his defined chest. He snuggled into your fluffy hair and kissed your forehead.
"Did I ever mention how much I love you y/n?"
"Yes. All the time."
"Good. Because I love you."
"I love you too." You smiled and sighed.
"What is it blossom?" He furrowed his brow, worried.
"It's nothing. Honestly." You assured. "It's just... why can't everyone see this side of you? The side that I see? This sweet, loving, caring, adorable side of you? The side that isn't a psychopathic killing machine?" It was Jim's turn to sigh.
"It's work, honey. It really is. But I have to do it. For us. If people see me as a human, I hold less power over them. If they see me, as my friend puts it, like a spider, I can keep them in check. You know that I would never act like that to you." You smiled against his chest.
"I know. I just worry, is all."
"There's no need to worry about me. But," He put a finger underneath your chin and pushed your head up. "I'd worry about your face. There's something on it!"
"Where? What is it?" He smiled and leaned forward slightly.
"It's on your cheek." And he kissed your cheek. "Now your forehead." He kissed your forehead. "Now your nose." He kissed your nose. You giggled. "Oh! Look! Now it's on your lips." And he kissed your lips.

(A/N)
How was it? Did you guess that it would be Moriarty? If you'd like me to do another part to this, tell me in the comments. The next one involves him and someone else.

• He lives in 221B
• He hates being without cases

See if you can guess this one. Easy, isn't it?
I'll see you next time!