A possessive, jealous and needy James Moriarty would mean :
Before you started your relationship, he would find every opportunity to be near you. Heâd defend it by saying heâs making sure youâre safe, but the lingering stares said otherwise.
Even when you werenât around, he would mention you in every other sentence. And if someone asked if you two were seeing each other, he wouldnât confirm nor deny â absolutely loving that people put you both in the same box.
His hands were on you, no matter what. âItâs a tight space, wouldnât want to lose yaâ or âYou were going the wrong wayâ, âOh- watch your step miladyâ - hands finding your waist, your arm, your hand at any opportunity.
This man is touched starved and is hanging onto his restraint by a thread.
If he caught sight of another man talking to you, or even worse, multiple men talking to you, heâd be next to you in seconds. His strong arm curling around your waist, bringing you closer until you could feel the press of his body against your own. âTo what do we owe the pleasure, gentlemen?â, the insistance on the âweâ and the venom coating his tone at the end sending a clear message: piss off.
That would lead to an argument that, simply put, ended in an angry confession and lots, lots, of kisses.
Weâre talking hands in the waist, holding you the same way he did before, whispering along your skin how he wanted those men to see you right now and how much you were his.
When youâre in a relationship : this man does not leave you. You thought I was a lot before? Double it.
If you wake up before him, and he didnât find you next to him, best believe heâll swing out of bed in a split second. He wouldnât care if he was still in his sleeping garments and there were guests over, he would pull you to him and kiss you.
âJamesââ, you protest. âCome back to bedâ, he pleas in your ear, nose nudging your neck. âIn a minute darling I just must finishââ, you attempt. âIâd rather, really, prefer if you came now, my love.â, his tone letting you know that it wasnât a suggestion. His hand tugging strongly on your arm. Guess you had no choice but to follow him back upstairs.
When it came to possessiveness, you were no different â and that would attract him even more.
You had noticed a girl being too touchy-feely with your man at a soirĂ©e, and after what seemed to be the millionth high pitched laugh, you had enough. Without a word, you could grab his arm and pull him away, and he wouldnât even resist. (Heâs exactly where he wants to be). You slam the door to the guest room and press him against the wood, your lips crashing into his in a hurried manner. You start kissing his jaw, and he would let out a âJealous, were we?â
You would stop and hold his face in one hand. âIs that a complaint Iâm hearing, Moriarty?â A beat passes in silence. You let out a low chuckle. âGood.â You continue kissing him, and between kisses he lets out a breathy âNever have I loved someone as much as I love youâ, to which you respond, âThatâs more like itâ.
Safe to say no one is exiting that room for awhileâŠ
A/n: Not proofread and wrote this on a whim, enjoyyyyy
Comes back to this post. Finally did something about it haha
