#16 - A Light World 04/01/17
The moonlight slid over the city, unnoticed in the brightness. London was glowing with beauty and few saw it. Jim's face was upturned toward the light, squinting at the city.
"Come to bed," Seb said, coming to stand beside him.
"Can't," Jim replied shortly. He pressed his hand on the glass, brown eyes reflecting the light.
Seb wrapped his arms around his boss from behind, chin resting on top of his head. It was past midnight and Jim had gone here again, to stare at the city.
This was the eighth night in a row.
Jim leaned his head into the sniper's bare chest. He closed his eyes, simply feeling the light. There was too much to tell Seb, too much to think about. He could feel his life ebbing away, even as he was held in his bodyguard's strong arms.
This was something beyond what his dear tiger could understand. Moriarty was vaguely aware of the light fading into more natural tones, after being left alone. He opened his eyes to the light of day and the taste of Seb's lips, seasoned with black coffee.
Ignoring the wordless plea for attention, Jim began to pull away, only to be brought back. Again and again, Seb's mouth came down on Jim's.
When that didn't work, he slid his tongue between the consulting criminal's teeth. Finally, Jim began to awaken, shivering at the intimate touches from the sniper, all over his body.
With a look of regret to his lit-up world, Jim turned back to Seb, giving himself up.
