Redemption || MorMor

Mess

Boxing Day was better. Jim didn't have work, he just had fun. They finally managed to eat a Christmas meal together. Jim even ate 3/4 of his, which led to Sebastian hugging him and not letting go because he was so proud of him. They watched Christmas movies and cuddled on the sofa. Seb finally had the delayed-Christmas he always wanted to have. He held Jim on his lap, them both facing the TV, watching the Muppets' Christmas Carol, his hands across his waist, whispering in his ear about how much he loved him and how he was the luckiest man on earth to be with Jim Moriarty. Jim smiled at his words and wriggled back into him, chuckling when his breath tickled his skin. 

"Sebby..." he whined, leaning his head back fully so it filled the gap where Seb's shoulder ended. 

"Yes, my beautiful?" 

"I feel ill."

"Oh no!" Sebastian exclaimed dramatically, quickly moving so that Jim was lying down on the sofa and he was above him, his arms on either side of his shoulders, looking down at him. "Ill? Ill in what way, my Lord?" He was smiling.

"I feel a cold coming on..." Jim sighed, but was grinning too.

"Oh dear God! Oh cruel master! How could you let this be?!" He asked the ceiling. Jim was giggling. Seb turned back to him. "Well, you're going to have to stay with me until you're better so that I can look after you. You can't go out because you'll get cold and you'll turn into an actual icicle. I'll have to be your caring nurse and keep you with me constantly." He smiled and then kissed the tip of his nose. Then his lips. Then his lips again. And again. "I can't let you go now," he lowered the tone of his voice so it was a seductive whisper. 

"I'd cry if you did," Jim remarked quietly, raising his eyebrows at him, already missing the taste of him on his lips. 

"And I could never let you be upset," Seb smirked and pressed his lips to his again, this time leaning his body closer to his, his hand on the side of his face. Jim basked in the attention and giggled at his touch. He kissed him and kissed him. "God, I love you." 

Jim chuckled and kissed his cheek, "thank you for such a wonderful Boxing Day..."

"It's all I've ever wanted: a normal Christmas holiday. This is the closest I've got." He stroked the side of his face and stared at him lovingly. "And I wouldn't want it with anyone else."

Jim grinned and agreed with him. He then proceeded to kiss him some more, pulling him down towards himself, and not letting him go. They spent the rest of the day cuddling and kissing and just being together, being happy.

But the Christmas spirit soon drained away back into the normality of everyday life. Except everyday life had developed a twist. Jim, in order to carry out the Reichenbach plans, needed to get in a relationship with one Kitty Riley. And not only get into her pants, but move in with her. At least for a while. It broke Seb's heart but he couldn't bear to speak up about it. Jim assured him that she meant nothing to him and never would, but still, obviously, the thought of Jim kissing, hugging, making love to someone else hurt Seb.

He would sit alone in the house, working his way through up to 40 cigarettes a day. And the alcohol wormed its way back into his daily routine as well. He justified it to himself by telling himself that there was no point in being sober if Jim wasn't there. Jim wouldn't be home for weeks, so Seb didn't bother changing or eating regularly or doing anything useful. The house was a mess; the living room littered with beer cans and cigarette butts. The TV stayed on permanently, on the quietest volume, just eating up electricity. The lights stayed off. He only ate quick meals. The hours ticked by and all he waited for was the daily text update he would get from Jim.