Of Keys and Kings

Infatuations

“It was alright; much more busy that usual, hence why I wasn’t able to text you at all. My agent decided to book me for some last minute shoots to promote the fact that I would be in the show you’re assisting me with. When your assistant sent him the details, I swear, he was over the moon. Apparently I’ll be his first big name client,” Sherlock chuckled, amused at how easily impressed others tended to be.

#infatuations #knickersandnicotine

Jim chuckled, nodding. "That agent of yours head better be prepared to handle a serious influx of offerings. Because when you do well in the show, and I know you will, you are likely going to get approximately double the offers you currently have. I hope for your sake he's competent enough to weed out the ones which are less profitable endeavors. But then again, you hired him, so I'm sure he must be." Jim smiled, admiring the man and his suit. "My week was far less entertaining, sadly. I was detained by business of a displeasurable sort for most of it. But, that's over now."

It's All for 'Charity'

“When it comes to you baby, yeah, I’ve got a one-track mind.” Alex said with a wink. “Grab the closest tray, preferable something involving chocolate.” She smiled brightly, blinking up at Jim innocently.

Jim chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "One of the things I love most about you. But Dove, the dessert is in the fridge. It is chocolate, you'll be happy to know. Want me to go grab it?"

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Sherlock hummed in thought a moment, weighing the options in much the same way as Jim was. “After, if you don’t mind,” he decided. It would give them a reason to linger and talk longer, and there was no rule that said they couldn’t get the business out of the way and then move back to personal conversation. He probably shouldn’t be thinking such things during a business dinner, but he really just wanted to spend as much time with Jim as possible.

#infatuations #knickersandnicotine

Jim smiled and nodded, leaning forward to fetch his briefcase and slide the files inside it. "After dinner it is then." He latched the briefcase closed and looked to Sherlock. "So, Sherlock dear. How has your week been? Pleasant enough, I would hope?" Jim was never usually one for small talk, but he would say just about anything if it meant he got to hear the response of that deep, luscious voice that the model was in possession of.

It's All for 'Charity'

Alex laughed, taking a bite and wiping the corner of her lips with her thumb. “Of course you don’t. Though I do hope to keep you in that kinda mood, or that other kinda mood.” She grinned cheekily.

Jim rose an eyebrow as he smiled down at her. "Tsk. My little dove has a bit of a one-track mind, even when she's injured. Not that I mind." He chuckled as they finished the tray of manicotti. "Mmm... do you want a bit more to eat? Don't forget, there's dessert."

It's All for 'Charity'

Alex hummed a smile, pulling to blanket over her and she laid down with her head in Jim’s lap. She gave him a cheeky smile, “I’m injured, darling, you’re going to have to take care of me.” She bit her bottom lip and winked.

Jim chuckled as Alex’s head laid in his lap. He grabbed a nearby throw pillow, propping her head up just a bit so she wouldn’t choke. “By all means.” He smiled down at her, picking up the dish of manicotti and forking a modest bite. “Open.” He requested, gently lowering the food into her mouth when she listened. “‘s’good, isn’t it? Best Italian delivery around.”

Alex did as she was asked and smiled, nodding. “Yes, it is. Leave it to you to know you where these places are. They probably owe you a ‘offer’ or two.” She grinned a little.

"Oh well... you know~" Jim chuckled, taking a bite for himself before offering another to her. "Let's just say they have my information on file, and I don't pay for food. But I do tip the delivery boy, when I'm in the mood."

It's All for 'Charity'

Jim chuckled as Alex's head laid in his lap. He grabbed a nearby throw pillow, propping her head up just a bit so she wouldn't choke. "By all means." He smiled down at her, picking up the dish of manicotti and forking a modest bite. "Open." He requested, gently lowering the food into her mouth when she listened. "'s'good, isn't it? Best Italian delivery around."

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+callmetigerbaby

Boss, you know that you will not find a better sniper than me. And secondly, I am able to destroy every part of you. Do you really want to have an enemy in me? As I said earlier I have nothing against of gays. But don’t treat me like a pet that you are not even able to Train.

"Did I say you were fired, Moran? No. I said 'you're dismissed'. As in, get your arse out of my sight before I throw something at you. And, furthermore. Don't you dare presume to threaten me. You think you can destroy me? I own you. I own your pathetic little self, and everything about you. I could demolish you, if I wanted to. And there's not a damn thing you or anyone else could do to stop me."

#callmetigerbaby

It's All for 'Charity'

Alex smiled as she watched Jim from the couch, making little comments at him. She sat up slowly went he put the food down and smiled at the wine. “No, never too early for wine.” She leaned back against the couch and grinned a little to herself. “Don’t forget the blanket, it’s still freezing in here even if I didn’t turn the heat down from yesterday.”

Jim walked around the couch and fetched the blanket, tossing it over her shoulders before sitting down beside her. He uncorked the wine bottle, pouring them each a glass. He opened all the containers, except for the desserts, which he had left in the fridge in the kitchen. Suddenly, the flat was overwhelmed with the smell of authentic Italian cooking. "Mmm..." He hummed, picking up one of the trays of cheesy manicotti and taking a bite.

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As much as Sherlock looked forward to the meeting, he didn’t go out of his way to buy something new to wear. Instead, he went with something he knew to work well, an ensemble that he had been complimented on before. Though he was always eager to shop and try new things, he would rather make sure he looked his absolute best for Jim.

His suit was Vivienne Westwood, a deep, flawless black that stood out perfectly against his pale skin. The garments were custom-tailored, fitting his slender, lanky body perfectly. Under the jacket was his favourite shirt: a deep purple colour that he had been complimented on before. It was nearly iridescent in the light, and he left the top few buttons open to show off his collar bone. This served a dual purpose though; he had never been comfortable with ties, and he couldn’t stand to wear them. Finishing up the outfit were a brand new pair of shoes, which he had actually gone shopping for. Just released a week prior, they were of exceptionable quality. Still, he had to fight the urge to pair the suit with one of his favourite pairs of heels.

It wasn’t long after he had finished getting ready that there was a knock on his door. Opening it to find a man in a suit, he knew he must be Jim’s driver. When he reached the luxurious car, he slid inside the opened door, flashing his host a grin. “It’s lovely to see you again, Jim.”

#infatuations #knickersandnicotine #((They really are incredible suits. But since Jim wore one the first time; I figured an alternative would be suitable.))

Jim noticed the brand of suit as soon as it came into sight. As if the man already hadn't won his interest, now he was walking around in Westwood. And a very fine Westwood at that. He looked positively incredible, and Jim couldn't help but wonder if there was anything in the world he could wear that wouldn't look utterly stunning.

"Lovely to see you as well, Sherlock." Jim crooned as the man climbed into the plushly cushioned car. "Gorgeous suit, if you don't mind my saying so. Westwood?" He knew it was, but it was more polite to ask rather than just announce.

With the door securely shut behind his guest, the car began to move forward, onto their destination. Jim tapped the manilla folder on his lap. "So, would you like to discuss the details of your runway show in Milan before, during or after dinner?" Jim didn't have a preference, other than not during. Before meant it was out of the way, and personal matters could be discussed then. But then there was no reason to linger after. And discussing after meant a time limit on the personal discussions at dinner. He resigned to let the model decide, and would be happy with either option.

It's All for 'Charity'

“I wish you would.” Alex hummed, “You’d have to make them big or deeper, though, I got a lot of scars.” She smirked, rocking up to press her lips to Jim’s again.

"Mmm... I believe I will." Jim murmured into the kiss. The doorbell rang and he sighed. "After lunch, it seems." He carefully scooted her over to lay on the couch and slid away, trotting over to the door. He took the bags out of the delivery boy's hands, handing him a twenty pound note as a generous tip. He was in a good mood. He brought all the food into the living room, setting it out in a wide array on the coffee table. "To early in the day for wine...?" He asked, heading into the kitchen to get utensils. He came back with knives, forks, two wine glasses, and a bottle of wine. "Never too early in the day for wine."

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+callmetigerbaby

There is one small problem. In the mouth of guy it sounds really …. gay. I have nothing to this, but at work … Would you like that someone called you a fucking Meerkat? At work I am Moran.

"And? Do you have a problem with gay men, Moran? You're dismissed."

#callmetigerbaby

+bossmademestartablog

Somehow, I think a .22 would be more effective. Though feel free to try your little jokes. Let me know how that goes for you.

Good lord, Moran. How long does it take you to pack a bag?

bossmademestartablog

About as long as it takes you to harp at me. I’m done; let’s go.

#bossmademestartablog #ofkeysandkings

"Finally." Jim sighed impatiently, rubbing his temples. He walked out of the flat and immediately into the waiting car.

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Sherlock was immensely pleased with the idea that he was going somewhere private with Jim for dinner. He’d call it a date, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. “Then I’ll gladly take his help,” Sherlock replied, admittedly upset that he was already home. He quite liked the man’s company. But everything must come to an end, and he gracefully stepped out of the car. “Until next weekend, James,” he offered, flashing one last grin before moving back to get his boxes, the driver assisting.

#infatuations #knickersandnicotine

"Until next week." Jim replied with a smile, watching the handsome man slide out of the car with grace and ease. And what a week it was. Jim was impatient and bored, and far too eager to get to the weekend. In an effort to supplement his mind with something alternative to think on, he organized another attack of pirates on the coast of Somalia. It gave NATO a little fit, which was mildly humourous for a while. But Friday couldn't come soon enough.

When it finally did, Jim was more than ready. He bought a new Armani suit for the occasion, with a Gucci tie and a ruby tie-pin. Italian leather shoes, of course, and perfectly slicked hair. He could have been a model himself, if he were only far taller. He called for another car, a truly lavish one this time, and carried the file on Sherlock's first runway show in Milan on his lap as he rode over to the man's flat.

It's All for 'Charity'

“I won’t. Ever.” She muttered, smiling. “You can brand me with it so everyone else knows too. I don’t care. You can have anything.” She continued against his lips, not really thinking before speaking but she didn’t care because it was true.

#itsallforcharity #alexandramoranforhire #((Jim clearly approves. Lol))

Jim gave an enticed hum at the word 'brand'. "Ooh, I quite like that idea. My little Dove with my name burned into her skin? Beautiful." He smiled at the thought. "Mine; mine forever. And anyone who saw would know... oooh, love. This may be your best idea yet... Or carved, rather than burned. Prettier scars from subtle, precise knives... lovely white lines on that milky skin..."

It's All for 'Charity'

Alex laughed into the kiss, returning it just as hard. “Yes, good, mine. Remember that, love.” She curled her fingers into his hair and smiled, leaning down to kiss him again.

"Heh... Yours." Jim repeated with another chuckle. "Wouldn't dare forget, Dove." He pulled her closer, as she leaned down for another kiss. "And don't you forget either. All this? All mine."