#profjimmoriarty

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[text] See, the problem with you is you lack romance ~JM [text] Where's the spark, Sherlock? Where's that sense of excitement? ~JM

It’s hardly my fault none of the criminals these days know how to arouse my interest. -SH *rouse -SH

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[text] I thought I would let you know in advance that I am considering playing with your big brother. ~JM [text] Not to cause offence, you understand. But you have become rather boring of late. ~JM [text] I know, I know. I will give you chance to mourn. ~JM

If you’re bored with me, you’re going to have a hell of a time with brother dearest. -SH Suit yourself -SH

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[text] Which is why I am thinking of having a little chat with your darling doctor. ~JM

Putting an end to our game so soon? -SH

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[text] Even if I said yes you wouldn't. You're far too sentimental. ~JM

You know I hate that word. You wouldn't have me any other way, no fun unless somebody can get hurt. -SH

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[text] Keeping secrets? tut tut. ~JM

Would you rather I told him? Then we'd have a sulking pet interrupting our little play dates. -SH

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[TEXT] Does darling John suspect? Does he know where you go at night? ~JM

He doesn't know, and he doesn't need to. -SH

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Jim rewarded his Pretty Enemy with a breathy moan. He deepened the kiss. Dominating it. Possessing the man in his arms. The Criminal wouldn't have it any other way.

Sherlock returned to sliding his hand up beneath his shirt and finished untucking it completely before reaching around to start unbuttoning it. He returned the moan, trying to regain control of the kiss that Jim was clearly dominating. He gasped around it for breath before returning their lips, then, he tried to pull him away from the window. 

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The Criminal was elated. Gleeful even. The regret tinged whisper of the Detective's only friend's name was enough to seal the deal. Sherlock knew what he was doing was wrong. Knew it would hurt others. And yet he was here anyway. He stayed, He continued their dance. Jim had won. "Mine." He took hold of Sherlock's hips and ground up against him as he leaned languidly against the window. "You were always Mine."

He was right. Sherlock knew he was right, but he wouldn't admit it, too much akin to admitting defeat. Rather than answer he pressed his lips to Jim’s to silence them both and met the movement of Jim’s hips with his own.