Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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When Jim Moriarty hired Sebastian Moran to be his personal assassin, he didn't expect to fall in love with the man. He expected a mindless minion to do his bidding no matter what.

What he got was a loyal minion who would leave sarcastic comments before rushing off to the job.

"Psh, that's easy."

"As you command, master."

"Oki-doki boss! I'll go do that for you. Want me to pick up dinner while I'm at it?"

Jim shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his thoughts. Now was not the time to think about Sebastian Moran.

Especially since the man was sitting next to him.

"Got a new plan, boss?" Seb asked, blowing smoke lazily out from his perfect lips.

"Not yet. These plans take time, Moran." Jim muttered.

"Yeah, I know." Seb shrugged, his cigarette lazily clasped between two fingers. "I'm not that stupid."

"I never really meant it when I called you an idiot, Seb." Jim shook his head.

"What?" Seb blinked in confusion.

"What?" Jim raised an eyebrow. What did he say to shock Seb?

"You called me Seb."

"Aaaannnddd?"

"Gee, you can be clueless at times. That's cute." Seb chuckled. "You normally call me Sebastian or Moran."

"Really? I never noticed." Jim murmured.

"Does this mean I can call you Jim?" Seb asked, raising the almost forgotten cigarette to his lips.

"If you want." Jim shrugged, too busy observing Seb's lips.

If Seb noticed Jim staring at his lips, he didn't comment. His boss did this often anyway.

"Well then, Jim, how are you?" Seb asked, stretching his legs.

"I'm...good, actually. A bit bored." Jim answered, snapping out of his trance. Damn, did Seb notice?

"No where in my job description does it say I have to help against boredom." Seb raised an eyebrow.

"Your job is what I say it is." Jim scowled. "Now entertain me."

"How?" Seb rolled his eyes. "Should I dance?"

"I don't care," Jim scowled even more. Seb blew out one final puff of smoke before putting out his cigarette. He reached over and lifted Jim's chin up, lips centimetres away from his. His breath stopped as their lips met for the first time. Jim gripped Seb's arm tight, lips hungry for the assassin's.

"This wasn't in my job description," Seb mumbled against Jim's lips. Jim snorted before kissing him again, causing the two most dangerous men in London to fall off their couch in a giggly mess.

***

When Sebastian Moran accepted Jim Moriarty's job offer, he didn't expect to fall in love with him. He expected to just do his job and get a load of cash.

What he got was a mastermind who came up with brilliant plans and was absolutely fabulous.