His Last Virgin -A Moriarty Fan Fiction-

Chapter 3

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> Ramona's Dress

I drew short breaths trying to zip up the red dress that I had picked out for tonight. I curled my hair and pinned it up in a loose bun, using small delicate flowers to decorate the bun. I kept trying to zip it up but it wouldn't budge, suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

"Just a minute." I groaned, grabbing on to the front of the dress and walking towards the door. I opened the door to see James, dressed in fitted black suit with a skinny red tie. He looked at me, smirking as he saw me in the dangerously tight dress. "Need help?" He raised an eyebrow at me, I nodded and turned around. I sucked in a breath and silently prayed that it would work. Once I heard the zipper run up I let out my breath and looked down at myself. My breast pooled over themselves and my hips seemed a bit to curvy for the occasion.

"You look..." He tugged at his chin, still looking at my body. I felt my cheeks grow a deep red and I took a few steps away from his ice cold hands. I swiped a hair behind my ear before walking back into my room to get my heels. I looked at myself one more time before grabbing my purse and heading out with Moriarty. He placed an arm around my waist when we stepped out of his sleek black car, I suddenly felt under dressed with the women next to me.

I buried my face into James's coat, ashamed of my poor choice of a floor length gown. The women around us were dressed in dazzling but some-what sultry, one red head had a sparkling gold trimmed black dress with a cut that reveled her left thigh. We were led to our table and immediately a group of girls decided it best to dance in front of us. I was pulled out of my daydream when James placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing it slightly.

He leaned in and whispered something in my ear, “They look ridiculous, while you look fucking enticing." He leaned back and watched me while the red in my cheeks deepened. "Hello, I'm Mary may I take your ord-"

James lifted a hand signaling her to stop speaking, "The best wine you have." He gritted his teeth and waited for the women to leave before he turned back to me. I was surprised by his change of character but I wasn't surprised.

"Do you like me?" He asked me while I tried to look at someone, anything but his powerful stare; he pushed my gaze towards his. "Answer me." He grumbled, his finger tracing my jaw then down to my collarbone. "Who's, Mycroft Holmes?" I questioned, he just chuckled knowing that I was just trying to avoid his question.

"A friend, why?" He smirked as his finger dipped my dress a bit making my breast slowly squish together. My heart began to pick pace as finger kept dipping till it hooked round my bra and pulled it up slightly before his hand retreated back to his lap. I looked up at him, my mouth slightly agape from his sensuous gesture.

"He was the one who took me to the abandoned building; he asked me questions about you." I looked back at the red head, who was staring at James, her hips doing this weird movement. He scoffed, I gave him a questioning look but he just pulled me close and began to kiss me slowly. His plump lips kept me in a trance and his soft tongue used slow movements. We both pulled back right when the women brought us the wine.

She poured it in our cups and then left us to our own destruction. He rose the cup cheering and then brought it to his lips; I mimicked his actions and brought the drink to my mouth. Slowly the dark red liquid slightly burned my throat but it had a smooth texture to it.

I set my cup down and look back up at James who began to stand up. He put out his hand; I took and walked out to the dance floor with him.

Classic music began to flow as we began to waltz. His brown eyes began to turn a lighter shade as was spun around together. I was so captivated by the movements of the dance and the handsome stranger in front of me that I hardly recognized the large crowd that gathered around us.