Imagines/oneshots Book 1

66. Jim Moriarty - the art of love and murderers

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Not smut but it's suggested, as in, these are events of the morning after

Also, happy Valentine's day frens!

Song: casual affair by panic at the Disco
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I woke to a brightness bouncing off the white wall in front of me. I knew it couldn't have been too late in the morning though because Jim's arm was still swung across my waist, holding me to him. I breathed heavily and ran my fingers across his hand. He was still dead asleep and probably would be like that for at least another hour, our mornings after a few rounds normally went like that. I recounted the events of the night and smiled at the thought of him unraveling beneath me, his sex face always did something to me. And now that I thought of it, his sex face was normally burned into my brain the whole day following. It was hot and was definitely one of my favorite things to think about, not even to get hot off of, just cause he looked that good during.

As I sat thinking I about it I decided I was finally gonna draw it, his structured face would look amazing displayed in a charcoal layout. I pushed his hand off my body and sat up, stretching but soon retreating into myself at the cool air hitting my still naked body. I shivered a little before standing and finding my panties and Jim's button down that had been discarded last night. Shortly after that I made my way downstairs with my sketchbook and charcoals in hand to get to work on my masterpiece.

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I scrunched my face and ran a finger over a too harsh line. It smoothed out nicely and made me smile. I had been at this little project for almost two hours and was beginning to wonder if Jim was ever going to get up. As I went to wipe my hands on a paper towel and go wake him I heard a door shut, followed by his shoes tapping the tiles lightly. I decided to get comfortable again and finish what I had started, i was almost done and need a few small details of his clenched jaw and glossy, half open, eyes. Once again I heard his footsteps getting closer and closer and then they stopped suddenly. I smirked and waited for him to say something.

"I was wondering where you wander off to this morning."

I ran my thumb over the jaw line to smooth it out.

"Woke up early, decided to come draw."

I heard him hum and take a step closer. He kissed my cheek but froze at my side when he saw what I was working on. I looked up at him but he didn't move his gaze from my book.

"Do you like it?"

He slowly turned his head to me but took a second before actually looking at me.

"Did you draw that from memory?"

I just shrugged.

"What can I say, I have your sex face memorized."

I just smirked at him and he looked at me for a second. He then looked back to the drawing.

"Do I really look like that during sex?"

"Oh yeah, ain't nothing to get a girl going like that face."

I moaned lightly and his head snapped my way. I closed my eyes and popped the top button on the shirt i had on. He caught my hand though as I went to undo another one. My eyes opened quickly and his face was inches from mine.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

I raised an eyebrow, staring into his dark eyes.

"You know what."

I got closer to him.

"I'm sure I don't."

His gaze fell to my lips but soon rose back to my eyes. I grabbed him with my free hand and brought him to me, we started making out and soon I was lifted onto the table. When we pulled away for air he stepped back and wiped his face, straightening his suit as well.

"What? You're not up for round.....4 is it?"

He turned around and glared at me.

"Daddy's got work to do."

I gave him a deadpan look and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You know I hate that kink."

He just smirked and pulled his suit jacket down.

"I'll see you later darling."

And with that he walked out, leaving me sat on the table with my masterpiece.