Nicotine (Sheriarty)

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Moriarty

Today was the day. Jim stood up on St Bart's rooftop and felt a strange wave of anxiety rush over him. What if he didn't come?

He stood there for what felt like hours. He kept checking his phone. Why hadn't he come yet?

Jim suddenly heard the door behind him open and turned his head by instinct. He felt a smile appear as he turned his whole body to look at the man in front of him.

"You came then?" Jim said not even trying to hide his amazement.

"Don't sound so surprised Jimmy." Sherlock replied playfully.

The two men began walking towards each other, both smiling crazily. Jim began to pull Sherlock in for a hug but instead Sherlock cupped his face in his hands and kissed him gently.

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Jim stood on the balcony of their hotel room and stared out at the sunset. Jim admired the view. London always did look beautiful at night.

He chuckled to himself as he replayed the last few days in his head. Everything had happened so suddenly. Everything was perfect. Too perfect.

Moriarty felt his stomach clench as he felt two arms wrapping around his waist. He felt Sherlock's soft breath on his neck and realised that the detectives head was resting on his shoulder.

"We did it Sherly." He whispered.

"I love you Jim." Sherlock whispered back lovingly.

"I love you too."

Yep.

Too perfect.