SHERLOCK POV

I look at the text on my phone and smile. On it is an address for a motel. I call a taxi, and tell the driver where to take me.

When I get out I flip up my collar and start walking towards the room. I go to knock and then remember how John used to love it when I flipped my collar up.

The door opens and Moriarty is standing there grinning.

"Not going to wait out there all night I hope"

I lock John up in a room in my mind palace and smile at him.

"No, of course not"

I step into the room and close the door behind me. The moment I hear it click, I find myself being pressed against the wall with my hands above my head. Moriartys grin widens and I raise my eyebrow at him.

"May I ask why you're doing this? Because it's obviously not to kiss me again otherwise you'd already have done that"

His mouth drops in disbelief.

"I kissed you"

"Well yes, it wasn't me who made the first move"

He narrows his eyes at me.

"Oh sherlock, I think we both know that's not quite true"

He stares at me for a couple of minutes and I can't help but let my mind wander to John. I reluctantly enter the room he is in and everything floods into my mind. All those cases together, me helping him with his leg, me helping him get back into the world and become a normal person, the way he always complimented me when I solved something and the way he looked at me as if I was the most important man alive. The way-

"Sherlock? Are you even listening to anything I'm saying?"

"Sorry what?"

He rolls his eyes at me, "I was asking why you call me moriarty and not Jim"

I frown "You're friends call you Jim, your family, I wanted to call you something different, because you're different"

Moriarty let's out a slow and ragged breath, before stepping closer and pressing his body against mine. He's stretching to keep my arms above my head and they've moved down to my elbows because he is so short. I smile to myself, he's a midget.

"Sherlock what are you laughing at?"

My eyes widen and I put on my innocent face "What do you mean" I smirk at him and his eyes narrow

"Tell. Me"

I raise my eyebrow "Or what?"

He moves his face forward so it's just centimetres away from my own, I can feel his lips close to mine and it drives me crazy.

He grabs my coat and leads me over to the bed before making me lie down on it. He then opens my legs and slides himself between them so that his face is close to mine again. He holds my arms above my head again and then he kisses next to my mouth, then he starts trailing the kisses down, down my neck until he reaches the base of it. He starts biting it, then kissing it, biting, kissing and it drives me crazy. Every time I struggle against him he presses my arms down harder. He's much stronger than you would think.

I close my eyes and smile.

Then suddenly it stops and I feel him climb off of the bed.

I open my eyes and sit up suddenly.

"Where are you going?" I ask him "you can't just leave me like that"

"You asked 'or what?' Sherlock, besides I thought you loved a game"

"Oh," I grin at him "the game is definitely on"

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