Moriarty and the Holmes Sister

Moriarty And The Holmes Sister(Jim Moriarty One-Shot)

I closed the door of 221B in Baker Street and started walking in the cold winter night. I was returning home after a long day and a visit to my brother, Sherlock Holmes. Long story short, he had just came back from the dead. He had somehow managed to fake his own death, with a bit of help from our eldest brother, Mycroft. Unfortunately, his arch enemy(a bit dramatic, I know, but that's just how Sherlock is), James Moriarty, didn't survive. He killed himself. I have to confess...even though Moriarty was a "good old-fashioned villain", I was a bit sad about his death. He was interesting. I had never met him, but as a Holmes, I was blessed with the gift of deduction, which, unlike my brothers, I didn't show off all the time. I guess you could say I was the nearest my family had to "normal". I silenced my thoughts as I walked up to my appartmemt door, only to find it open. I frowned and pushed it completely open. I stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind behind me, leaving the house in the dark. My eyes quickly adjusted and I moved to the living room, my hand flying down my skirt to reach for my Berreta.

"Oh, don't do that. I'm just here for a friendly visit" I heard someone saying with an Irish accent. Suddenly the lights turned on and right in front of me was standing James Moriarty in all his glory. I stood up from my defensive posture and flashed him a smile.

"James Moriarty!" I exclaimedand walked towards him, offering him my hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you" I said.

"Miss Amelia Holmes...the pleasure is all mine" he said in a dark voice as he planted a small kiss on my knuckles.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked him with a smug smile.

"Scotch on the rocks, please" he said and I moved to the mini bar.

"So I see you've joined my brother on the 'I faked my own death' club" I said as I fixed our drinks.

"Well, you've got to admit, that's sexier" he chuckled.

"I wouldn't use the word sexy. I think it's more...intriguing" I said and handed him his scotch. He took a small sip, his eyes never leaving me. "How did you do it?" I asked while sitting on the sofa and sipping on my dry martini.

"I'd like to hear your theory" he replied.

"I think that you hired someone who looked exactly like you and trained him to behave like you. Since there are only 7 people in the world who have the same appearance as you, he probably wasn't Irish either, so you had to teach him how to speak properly as well, and you were giving him instructions though an ear piece" I concluded.

"Good! Very good! You're so different from your brother. He always wants everhthing to be so clever" James said with a bored look on his face.

"Ugh, I know. He can be really annoying...but enough with my brother. Why did you want to meet me?" I asked and leaned in front of the sofa.

"You caught my attention since I first saw you in 221B. You seemed to be the most interesting Holmes, and I was dying to meet you" he chipered, emphasizing the word dying.

I couldn't help but chukle. I got up and moved towards James, who was now standing next to the window. "I always thought I was the normal family member" I said.

He moved closer to me, our faces only a few inches away. "Oh darling...you're far from normal" he said in a sexy voice. And that's when I leaned in and kissed him. It was just a small peck, but he quickly came back for more. He kissed me passionately, sending shivers down my spine. I smirked to myself as I felt the growing bulge in his pants. I started pulling him towards my bedroom. As soon as we entered the room, he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing my neck. That's when my phone went off. I sighed as I saw the caller ID: Queen.

"I have to get this" I said and picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. Moriarty pouted and pulled away, but I grabbed his tie and pulled him towards me so that he was kissing my neck again.

"What are you doing?" I heard Mycroft saying on the other line.

"Good evening to you too, grumpy"I said, the sarcasm obvious in my voice. Moriarty was now unbuttoning my shirt and kissing me jaw line.

"Good evening. What are you doing?" Mycroft continued.

"I'm just having some fun...what about you?" I asked him.

"We need to talk" he said sternly. "Are you with a man?!" he asked in shock.

"Ugh, brother dear, I'm a bit busy right now. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" I asked frustrated.

"Alright. Be in my office at 8:30 am sharp" he said.

"Oki doki. Goodnight!" I said cheerfully as I ended the call. Meanwhile, James had stripped out of his clothes and was standing only in his boxers. He kneeled in front of me and took off my skirt, revealing my Berreta strapped on my thigh.

"Do you always carry that around with you?" he asked while carefully removing it.

"Of course. I feel naked without my Beretta..." I said.

He pushed me on the bed and discarded my undearwear with two moves. He started caressing my body while kissing me. My hand moved to his boxers and I stroked him, which caused him to moan in my mouth. He then quickly pulled off his boxers and entered me. I let out a loud moan as he started thrusting slowly inside me. He was such a tease, I couldn't take it anymore! So I just flipped him over and started riding him. He was taken aback and looked at me in surprise. I smirked and kept going. When I started picking up pace, he pinned my hands down and hovered above me. He cummed as we both reached our climax. I let him ride out his orgasm and then he laid next to me while we were both trying to catch our breaths. When I could finally breathe again, I pulled the duvet on my body and said goodnight.

"What, that's it?" James asked me in surprise.

"What else did you expect? You want me to tell you that you're an amazing lover? Or do you want another round?" I asked him. His eyes widened and he started blushing. Awww. "Relax, I'm just messing with you" I giggled.

He grinned mischieviously at me. "You'll have to pay for that" he purred in a dark voice.

"Maybe another day...I'm exhausted" I whined and moved closer to him so that my back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped his hand around my waist and rested his head on the crook of my neck as his body relaxed next to mine.

"Goodnight, Jim" I whispered.

"Goodnight Amelia" he whispered in my ear before I frifted off to sleep.