~The life of a psychopath~ A Moriarty x reader x Sherlock fanfic

Chapter 47~

(authors note: this is a long one so brace yourself. You will either love me or hate me for what happens but trust me I know what I'm doing ;) hope you enjoy, harley_joker_quinn )

Mary and John had gone home and it was getting late. You had completed half the list of wedding tasks and it was actually quite fun, that was until the plan came back into your head. At this point it felt like a chore. No, don't say that you came up with it. But what if you were wrong? You didn't know anymore. You looked over at Sherlock who was currently writing notes down in a small black notebook as you laid on the sofa. "Would you like some tea, Sherlock?" You said softly, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the kitchen. "Yes please" you smiled placing a tea bag in both cups you had already got out. A couple of minutes later you placed the cup beside him then sat opposite him. "What are you working on?" You said sweetly peering at the small notebook. "My best man speech for johns wedding" he sighed placing the book down. He got up and grabbed his violin. "How about we compose this song now?" He said smoothly looking from the violin to you. "Okay" you said nervously. "I'm not that good but I'll give it a shot." You smiled walking over to him as the soft sound of rain pattering on the window was the only thing keeping you calm right now. He handed you the violin as you put it in position. You were a little rusty and it didn't help that your hands were trembling ever so slightly. "Nearly," he said standing behind you, His arms just above your waist as he positioned the violin to how it was supposed to be. "There we go" he whispered his warm breath sending chills down your spine. Your hands were shaking a little more as you lifted the bow. "Like this?" You said trying to shake the nervousness in your voice. You glided the bow across the strings. "Almost," he whispered again still standing behind you. He gently held your hand and moved it across the strings producing a pleasant sound. His touch was warm and light and you found yourself slipping into your own thoughts no not now. Think later! You smiled as you watched the rain fall into the darkness and the somehow quiet and empty streets. "So..." Your voice was soft. "How do you think we should start?" You looked to the man behind you. His soft jet black curls mimicking the sky outside, the pale mellow moonlight shining onto his face revealing his compassionate ocean blue eyes that were taken up by his inky pupils and his soft defined cheekbones. Stop thinking like that. You couldn't stop though that was the problem. His cupids bow lips were full and a soft peachy pink colour and his skin was glowing and fair in the moonlight and the sound of the rain was the only thing you could hear. Your question popped back into your head "how do you think we should start?" How long had it been since then? You glanced at the clock. Only 20-25 seconds. Sherlock looked towards you his hand still on yours. You were now facing him the violin on the side. The bow in your hand. "Heres where we start" he whispered cupping the side of your face before lowering his face to yours. His lips brushed against yours as he kissed you. You inhaled the smell of old books and fresh laundry. His smell. Then it came crashing down on you. You were kissing sherlock holmes. You were kissing your boyfriends enemy and you were enjoying it. This cant be happening?! But it was. You couldn't deny that. His lips tasted of chocolate and coffee to the point it was intoxicating. You stood still unresponsive for a few seconds before wrapping your arms around his neck. You kissed him back, electricity coursing through your veins. Why had he kissed you? Why are you kissing him?! You ran your hands through his curls as his hands now rested firmly on your waist the moonlight shining on you both. You both slowly parted slightly out of breath. You looked up to him his lips slightly tinted with your salmon pink lipstick. "Sherlock.." Your voice was trembling now and there was no point in hiding it. "Goodnight y/n " he kissed you on the lips once more for a second the taste lingering on them. He then walked to his room as you stood there in stunned silence as the rain pattered softer on the window. You walked to your room letting your mind wander. You just kissed Sherlock.