His Last Virgin -A Moriarty Fan Fiction-

Chapter 4

"What...?" I questioned James, moving out of his tight embrace. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath in and out, before looking back up at me. His eyes were flared with anger, "We're here." He flatly stated, opening the car door and slamming it behind him. I took a minute, composing myself before opening the door and walking out, pulling out my keys to unlock my apartment door.

Once inside I threw my coat on the couch and walked into my bedroom leaving James alone in the living room.

I shut the door behind me and gathered up a pair of shorts and a blouse and a clean pair of underwear before heading to the bathroom.

I stripped off my work clothes and threw them in the wash basket. I turned of the hot water and slipped inside, dunking under the hot water trying to soothe myself from what had happened recently.

He wants me to run away with him, but I barely know him. I could not possibly run away with a-

"Ramona?" I heard a voice before he knocked softly on the door. "May I come in?" He questioned me, I silently laughed to myself.

"No, I'm in the shower." I yelled out, applying shampoo to my hair. "But I won't look I promise." He whinnied from the other side of the door.

I groaned, "Sure, whatever." I yelled, closing the bathroom curtains so if he tried pulling a trick.

I heard to door click shut, "You do understand don't you?" James asked, I looked at him running his hands threw his hair from the mirror that was opposite of him.

"Not really..." I muttered, dipping my head into the running water. "Some one tried to kill you!" He yelled, clearly aggravated with my lack of interest. I shut the water off and pulled a towel from the hanger before drying my hair.

"Your coming with me wether you like it or not!" He snapped at me, I wrapped the towel around my body cautiously before stepping out the shower to look at James Moriarty.

His eyes were dark, and his nostrils flared, but once he took a look at me his features softened. I didn't take much notice of myself, my hair was wet and stuck to my back and face, my green eyes were clearer than usual and my body had too many curves. He reached out to touch me, his hand cupped my cheek, I grabbed his hand and nuzzled my face into his hand. The way I did with Casper.

"The sad part is..." He whispered as out foreheads pressed against each other. "I don't think I've ever been so hooked on someone like this before..." His lips moved slowly, and his breath was steady. As opposed to my heavy breathing, this type of intimate scene was too much for me.

"I... I like you." Were the words he used before he began to kiss me. He pressed me against the mirror, that had little drops of water on it. His tongue roamed places in my mouth and his hands stayed attached to my face and hip. We pulled apart for a brief second before going back in for more.

"Your so beautiful do you know that?" He questioned me, I shook my head no.

He chuckled grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. Thankfully the towel managed to stay in place.

He began to leave me kisses on my neck and jaw before going down to my collar bone and then to my suprasternal notch.

My breath hitched in my throat and I felt my heart begin to race in my chest. He smirked as he pulled back, letting go of my wrist. His hair was a bit ruffled and his tight pants clearly showed the large bulge in his pants. I turned away, blushing that I had an effect on him.

I felt his lips press against my neck and his hands pressed against my tummy as my back was pressed against his firm chest. "Come with me, come with me my kitten and we'll live happy..." He whispered against my flesh.

I shook my head no, "I've just met you, I'm not stupid." I pushed against him with my elbow but he kept himself pressed. He huffed in defeat and walked out, leaving me to get dressed.

After dressing and applying enough makeup to look decent, I walked out the bathroom and pulled out my least slutty shoes whilst dialing Clara's number.

"Oi!! I waited for you and you just ditched m, I'm still very mad at-" Clara kept talking very fast till I interrupted her.

"Listen get dressed, we're going to the pub, or something like that, anyway get dressed. No time to explain, Okay?" I questioned her, leaving her no choice to say a maybe, either an effective Yes or No answer.

"Sure, the one with the crazy name?" She countered my question.

"Yeah, Bye," I told her before hanging up and getting my purse. I walked out and forgot that James was still with me. He lied on the couch, starring at the fan. I dropped on my purse on the floor and jumped on top of him, my legs on each side of his hips.

He snapped up, his face contorted with a mixer of pleasure and anger. He opened his mouth to try and speak but I pressed my mouth against his. He moaned slightly before kissing me back with urge.

I felt his pants grow tight from beneath me, and at that point I knew I had him hooked.

He grabbed my body, pulling me closer to his chest as we began to kiss. I pulled away, knowing that I could only tease him for a second.

"Would you like to go out, with me?" I ran my fingers from his temple down to his structured jaw line. He swallowed loudly as he nodded his head slowly.

He looked so innocent from under me, maybe it was all an act to contain himself from doing things to me.

I'm glad he held his ground.