Moriarty's Touch

In your Dreams

Your bra strap slides down your shoulder as you softly exhale. His hands replace your bra and they begin to squeeze. Your hair flutters on the bed as your muscles begin to contract from his touch. His breath at a steady pace against your ear, kissing up and down your neck, tasting the lust and want on your skin.
"C'mon" you whisper biting your lip as he moves lower and lower. You arch your back and start to grasp tightly at the bed sheets.
" C'mon" you hastily whisper.
He lifts his hand from and puts his finger in your mouth, " babe" a strong  European accent says muffled under the sheets.
" Hmmmm" you curl your toes while answering him.
"Ummm babe?" He says louder.
" uhhh yah right there" you moan, sliding your hand through the man's dark hair.
" Babe" The American accent becomes louder.
" Whut-wha-what?" You groggily open your eyes and shift your body only to come face to face with Lorne.
" Were you having like an..ummm a wet dream?" He laughs.
" No.." you sneer and roll over so your back is to him.
" Babe it's ok you can tell me, 1 1/2 Years we've been together, you can tell me if you had a wet dream about me" he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into being the little spoon.
His light thin blonde hair tickling the back of your neck.
" Huh yah ok thanks babe" the words hang in your mouth, like you didn't mean them.
" Was it anything I can do?" His rough fingers walk up your thigh, pressing up your shorts.
" Nope" you squirm out of the spoon and lay at the other end of the bed. " Imma just go to bed, you know I got work." You breath heavily and stare at the pitch black sneaking through the blinds, trying to place the faceless European man in your dreams.

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After a restless sleep and plenty of concealer to hide it, you head out for coffee, leaving Lorne without even glancing back.
Starbucks is too generic and Coffee Bean is too sad to sit in, so you decide on the little coffee house off the corner of where you work.
The place is very small and there's only a few people inside. There's maybe seven people in today and two are behind the counter and one is you. In the corner, behind two grey haired jump suited men, a tall man dressed in a suit so sharp it could make coffee apologize to him, catches your eye. There's a sense of familiarity with him but you can't quite pick it out.
You watch as he sips his coffee, admiring the way his dark hair slicks back and how his eyes just have this feeling of....
" NEXT" the barista calls.
You snap out of it and order, fumbling with your money and stuttering your thanks.
You turn around to see him again...but he's gone.
You grab your coffee and continue to think about him as you cross the street into the building where you work, in the elevator, while siting through your first three clients, and at lunch.

You begin to shuffle papers in order to put in the file folders behind you, forgetting that your last client of the day in on their way.
You turn around once finished and stand on your tip toes to reach the folders, as you do so your skirt begins to ride up your thigh, making visible your black panties.
The door bursts open making you jump and go red from realizing that you just flashed your client.
" Ehemm.." he coughs.
You turn around and smile nervously, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
" So sorry about that, that was..was so unprofessional of me." You mumble looking at the clock on your desk.
" It's fine" he says breathing out a chuckle. "Well that's certainly a way to welcome a new client I must say." His deep voice pulls you in and makes you glance up.
" You..." you stare at the handsome man from this morning,
" Me?" He points to himself, and begins to look for somebody else in the room.
" You with the coffee this morning.." you say shifting your skirt around so it stops looking frumpy. 
" Are you stalking me?" He hums. His mouth smiles in the corners of his mouth but his lips barely move. " Because that's an offense."
" Haha no it's...it's just you're very recognizable." You stifle a quick smile, tuck a stand of hair behind your head, and start  pulling up his file on the computer.  

" Mr. Moriarty?" You ask, even though you already know the answer.
" Please call me James." His accent suddenly becomes thicker each time he opens his mouth, but you keep that thought to yourself.
" And just for clarification can you remind me where you are from?" You say peaking at him from behind your computer.
" Well I'm Irish but I was in London due to business, but I'm laying low for a bit." He says smoothing out his expensive suit.
" Not running from the law I hope." You say checking the mandatory boxes.
" No no no I make the law." He jokes, running a hand through his hair.
" Well it's very nice to meet you James." You reach your hand out, trying to shake it, but accidentally bumping your elbow on your water which spills all over his front.
"SHIT" your fingers fumble for the mug as James jumps up from his seat, holding his shirt out infront of him.
" Ohmygodimsosorryimjustsoclumsy
dearlordimsosorry." You rush out from behind your desk trying to look at the damage you just caused him.
He throws his blazer to the floor and starts to roll up his sleeves. This just makes your fucking heart explode.
" Erm yah it's fine, haha I was feeling a little hot anyways. I'll just erm..dampen this in the restroom, please excuse me. " he hastily hurries out.

You cup your hands in your head while sitting down in his chair. You start to groan curses and beat yourself up for spilling on him. You look down to clean up on the floor but instead you see his navy blazer. Quickly you nab it and jog to the men's bathroom.
" Hey Mr. Moriarty I-uh-I- ...you forgot your blazer." You say tapping on the door.
No answer.
" Hello? Mr.Moriarty?" You press your ear up against the door, trying to hear movement?
Nothing.
" I was just-"
you start but the door flings open to a shirtless Moriarty.

There's silence on both ends.

"Erm-ya-thanks." He nervously mumbles finally. He reaches out and takes his blazer, sliding his arms through the sleeves one at a time.
" Like I said before I'm so sorry, I had no idea what-" you start.
He pulls you by the blouse inside the men's bathroom and rips it from your body.
" I've been waiting to do since I saw you get coffee." He says hiking up your skirt.
" Really?" You smile and he sinks his lips into yours and lifting you up onto the sink.
" Oh my you're just as amazing as I dreamed James." You say closing your eyes and letting him take you.

" Sorry what?" A distant voice says. " I'm just as you dreamed?"
You start to blink and the men's bathroom begins to morph into your office, with James sitting across from you fully dressed.
" I'm sorry what?" You say realizing you zoned out.
" You were at the part where I was everything you dreamed." He says raising his eyebrows.
" Ummm yes f-f-for our minority training program...since you're out of the country and out of state." You give a weak smile and go back to the computer horrified at what you've just done.
As it starts to near the end of the consultation you start to get in your head about him again.

" So is there a Mrs. Moriarty or a significant other, for your emergency contact?" You hesitantly ask.
" No and No. For the contact however can you just put Dr.Watson?" He says chuckling.
" Oh I'm sorry I assumed..." your cheeks blush as you bite the side of your lip
" Oh no I'm not...I'm strai- " he quickly says.
" Good" You nervously laugh.
An awkward silence
" So..."
" So yah"
" Yah is next Tuesday good for you?
" Perfect."
" Thank you for coming in." You get up and shake his hand, hating yourself for being so embarrassing.
" Great thank you." He says picking up his briefcase and giving you a wink right before he leaves.
" See You then." You sadly mutter.

You trudge back to your desk. Close out his account and scramble his papers back into his folder to put back in the shelf behind you.
Suddenly the door swings open.
Clunk
The sound of a briefcase hits the floor.
You turn around to see James unapologetically leaning on the door frame.
" I couldn't wait till next Tuesday sorry." His Irish accent smooths the air
" I can see that." You say.
Buzz
Your phone vibrates on the desk, illuminating the corner of the desk.
" Are you busy?" James says eyeing the phone.
" Ummm I-I-I guess not." You say sheepishly reading the text.

Sorry babe, but I think we should see other people. I already moved out I just don't think it's gonna work out. Let's me friends though
xx -Lorne
The text reads.
Did he just fucking really break up with me?
You think to yourself

" Great I'm taking you out for dinner and drinks." He says stepping forward till he's across the desk from you. " Unless you don't feel the same and I misconstrued the situation."
" I can't date clients I'm sorry." You say logging out of your computer and getting your bag ready, trying to hide the tears.
" Then I quit."
" What? You can't-"
" I just did." He sings.
" That's not-"
" Possible? Well I don't care I make my own rules."
" Excuse me?"
" Do you want to go out with me or not?"
" I have a boyfri-" you start.
" I saw the text." He grunts.
" Look-" tears start to roll down your cheek bones, jumping off your chin and on to your work shirt.
He leans across the desk and wipes away a few tears with his thumb.
" Let's go" He whispers leaning in giving you a light kiss.
"This isn't a dream is it?" You ask grabbing your coat and keys.
" No it's real life."
He reaches out and grabs your hand pulling you out towards him. His Dior cologne wrapping around you.  His lips colliding with yours again.

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