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Sherlock
(THIS IS COMPLETED!! THERE ARE RELEASE DATES CHOSEN FOR CERTAIN CHAPTERS SO DON’T WORRY ABOUT NOT GETTING UPDATES FOR MONTHS.) Its different twist on the BBC Sherlock series, goes up to season 2, hops around a bit. Anyway its basically different reasons behind what Sherlock does. It’s a Sherlolly short, slight smut. Sherlock wanted her to know that she was special, that she was beautiful. “Oh I mean every word. Today the way you were dressed, it’s like you were asking for sex.” He said as his fingers brushed across her elbow. He doubted those words made her feel special, then again he was never good at this. “And so what if I was?! It’s none of your business.” She shouted at him and began walking faster her shoes clanking her hair swishing on her shoulders So she was dressing for someone, Sherlock began thinking all the possibilities. “Then the question is who you were dressing for. Jim works upstairs and I doubt you would dress like that for a man you may see for only five minutes so you wanted him to see you all day to torture him. All the other guys in the department are old, married or dead. So the only person who-” it hit him like lighting. “Is it that wrong of me to wish for something so simple?” she said her lip quivering. Sherlock grabbed her wrist stopping her from climbing the steps to her flat door. “Oh god Molly, me?” he was stunned. To think she wanted him back. To think she dressed like this to get his attention when she’s had it all along “You wanted me…” for the first time in forever he was speechless.
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He was a supervillain, brilliant and ruthless. For James Moriarty, fortune and power had become so easy, it was boring. But not for long. Now the Great Game was getting interesting. Annabelle Watson didn't have a clue how important she was in his plan to crush Sherlock Holmes and anyone else who stood in his way. But she would know soon. She would help him. And he might even let her live. She did, after all, play the most beautiful music. 🎶 ~*~*~*~*~*~* [Just a peek] Moriarty lowered the blade just as Annabelle grabbed his face and kissed him with as much force as she could summon. But as her desperate kiss continued, it was Moriarty's turn to be shocked. A smoldering desire buried long ago started unravelling in him. His free hand slid up her spine to grasp the back of her head and press her lips into his, while his hand with the knife encircled her waist. And as he held her there, Moriarty's kiss grew deeper, a passion igniting that he had a hard time controlling.

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