When Sherlock Has A Bad Day
Title: When Sherlock Has A Bad Day
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 7986
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty
Warnings: Sexual situations and death threats. Yay!
Summary: Sherlock gets a difficult client, and due to some unfortunate events, switches bodies with one Miss Molly Hooper.
Authors Note: I- This isn't- THIS WAS MY HOUSEMATE'S IDEA OKAY. Auuuh. Sorry. Enjoy. Also this fic links up with 'Guilty Pleasures.'
It had been an ordinary day, taking clients in the afternoon with a pot of tea and John by his side on the sofa, he'd got up to pace as the client told him her story and he'd ignored her, she was into the occult, supernatural things, and he believed only in science and things that could be proved. He'd been about to tell her to leave when Molly had walked in, let in my Mrs. Hudson no doubt, with a pink card box in her hands.
'Hello,' she'd said nervously and had given him a smile that was all for him and no one else 'I happened to be nearby, so I brought you some cakes, and-'
'No, thank you, I don't intend to end up looking like my brother.' and Sherlock had shooed her away, but she'd been persistent, she'd walked in further, handed the box to John who had given her a big smile and helped himself to one of the two cakes inside.
'I thought you might want to take a break and get some coffee, when you have a moment?' Molly said, staring down at the floor, too nervous now to even look into his eyes.
'I have coffee here, why would I need to leave? I'm busy Molly, you can go.' Sherlock had said.
'Oh! Oh, right.' Molly said softly, she gave John a smile, he smiled back apologetically, and she left, without being offered so much as a cup of tea, or the cake that Sherlock would no doubt not eat and leave to rot slowly in the fridge until it turned into just another one of his experiments.
And then their client had said something surprising, that Sherlock had ignored and forgotten as soon as she had walked out of the door. She'd said that Sherlock was blind, that he didn't see properly the woman who loved him, and that he should therefore see himself through her eyes, and then he would understand finally, and he would be able to see, and before he'd had a chance to tell the woman that he wouldn't take her case she'd stormed out.
That was then, this was now.
He'd just woken up on the floor of a bare room, nothing but dusty floorboards and peeling wallpaper, two large windows in the wall opposite a door, another door at the end of the room, and that was it. The floor hadn't been dusted in months, this was probably a small flat that was just waiting to be rented, strange that it hadn't been, in the centre of London, it certainly wasn't inhabited, not in this condition.
But why had he just woken up on the floor? He couldn't remember anything leading up to the event of laying on the floor, he'd been in his livingroom with John, waiting for their next client, and now he was waking up on the floor?
Sherlock sat up, feeling dizzy, slightly sick, a faint smell on his lips, he brought his hand to his face, touching them gently, and got a shock. Light pink nailvarnish. He stared at his hands, but they weren't his hands, he knew these hands, they belonged to Molly. He looked at his other hand, Molly's too, he looked down and the room spun sickeningly.
This was not.
His.
Body. He scrambled up from the floor and ran over to the window, the reflection was faint but it was just as he had feared.
Molly's face stared back at him.
But this was impossible, this was inconcievable, this wasn't right, this defied science! He couldn't be in Molly's body, and if he was, then where was his body?! This was... this was... the room went dark, and he hit the floor again.
-
'Wakey wakey, you have a visitor.'
Sherlock opened his eyes and stared up at a man standing over him, short brown hair, stubble, tanned skin, he looked rugged and handsome and dangerous, with army issue boots and sharp eyes 'Let me guess...' he sighed as he pushed himself up, and once again, had the horrible realisation that he wasn't in his own body, this was Molly's body, and he was shorter and curvier and a woman. This was so wrong.
And then it all got so much worse. Because why else would Molly be taken? And who else could possibly be behind it than the world's smartest spider?
Moriarty walked through the door in a sharp suit, with an even sharper smile on his face, he let out a huff of air, a laugh, closed the door behind him and leaned up against it casually, staring over at Molly, or rather, Sherlock 'Hello again dear, how have you been?'
'This was you.' Sherlock said angrilly 'But how?' since when did Moriarty know how to pull off something like this? This was ridiculous, and he wanted to be changed back!
'I expected you to be quivering with a bit more fear.' Moriarty said 'I had Seb here grab you as you walked out of two two one B, obviously.'
'But I didn't leave...' Sherlock trailed off, frowning, did he? He couldn't remember.
'But you did, and you went skipping down the street, and no one noticed as Seb dragged you into the back of his nice shiny Mercedes.' Moriarty said 'This is getting boring.'
Sherlock glanced at Seb 'But how-'
'Chloroform, obviously, you must have it around in your little lab in Barts.'
Moriarty sighed 'Honestly, I thought you'd be more afraid.'
Sherlock's, or rather, Molly's eyebrows raised, as Sherlock realised Moriarty didn't have a clue, Moriarty didn't know he'd captured Sherlock and not Molly. He narrowed his eyes at him, and then turned and walked to the window, staring out, the street accross from them was narrow, barely big enough for one car, a back street, somewhere in Walthamstow maybe? It would be easy enough to break the window, was the ledge close? Could he climb out? 'What do you want with me?' he asked, staring over at the roof opposite and playing the part that Moriarty, and this other man, Seb, no doubt expected of him.
'I want you to tell me what Sherlock is up to.' Moriarty said 'Everything was going so well, and then you broke up with me.' he sighed, looking uninterested 'Because of course Sherlock had to point out that I was gay, and he never called.'
'You want me to tell you what he's doing.'
'Yes.'
'And then what?'
Moriarty smiled 'You tell me what he's up to, everytime you see him, i'll give you a number and you text me, and in exchange, I let you live.' he stared over at Sherlock 'Aren't I kind?'
'Considerably.' Sherlock replied, he turned, leaning back against the window, he'd never been eyelevel with Moriarty before, it was a little too unnerving 'So, what do you want to know?'
They talked for an hour, Seb leaned back against a wall nearby, watching them both and listening, keeping an eye on Sherlock, or Molly, making sure she wasn't about to pull a knife or a gun or anything dangerous, while Moriarty asked questions, dates, times, and whys, asked about specific cases, and Molly played dumb.
Because they could both tell when someone was lying, and though Sherlock was a superb liar he'd only been in this body for a little over two hours, and he wasn't acting at all like Molly, though he was trying his hardest to pretend he knew very little about his own work.
Eventually, Moriarty got fed up with it 'Stop, stop, stop.' he sighed 'You're witholding information, do you have any idea what I'll do to you if you don't stop lying to me?'
Sherlock straightened up, looking definant, making Molly look defiant, and it was a bad idea.
'Seb,' Moriarty sighed 'Start breaking her fingers.'
Sherlock backed up against the window as Seb walked over to him 'Wait, wait.' he said, and surprisingly Seb paused in the middle of the room, maybe used to people giving up information at the idea of having all of their fingers broken one by one in slow succession 'I can't-'
'Seb.' Moriarty said simply.
Sherlock made a frustrated sound 'Fine!' he sighed, glancing at Seb 'Ask specifics if you have them, I'll tell you what you want to know.'
Moriarty smiled 'Sherlock's last case, how did he figure it out in the end, do you know?'
Sherlock glanced at Seb before answering 'The paint flecks on the shoes.'
'Ah.' Moriarty nodded 'And how did you know?'
'He told me.' Sherlock said quietly.
'And how did you really know?'
Sherlock's eyes darted between Seb and Moriarty, this wasn't good, he couldn't lie in Molly's body, it was all new, he was giving too much away! He couldn't be in a worse situation, not only because he was vulnerable with Seb in the room but because he was in Molly's body, a woman, and he'd been on too many cases to be naieve when women were concerned in dangerous situations.
'Molly.' Moriarty said in a sing song voice, staring over at her, watching her like a hawk.
Sherlock stared over at the door behind Moriarty, too far away, and with an obstacle in the way, too, the window behind him was a good bet but he wouldn't get out of it before Seb grabbed him, and besides if there wasn't something beneath the window the drop could break bones, then there was Seb, he looked him over, his eyes flicking over him, gun in the back of his jeans, another at his ankle, another two in a shoulder rig under his jacket, and a knife on his right forearm, hard skin on his right index finger on his right hand, the right shoulder worn on his jacket, he was a sniper, and a good one or else Moriarty wouldn't have hired him, his tan still fading from a foreign country, hot, and his boots, so he was in the army, most porbably honourably discharged from his obvious behaviour, probably killed a civillian.
And then there was Moriarty, italian suit, freshly laundered, his cologne something expensive, hair perfectly jelled back and combed, silver and diamond tie pin, his black shoes had picked up the dust from the floor, dulling the shine, anything more was too difficult, he was too clean and tidy, as always.
'Molly,' Moriarty said, narrowing his eyes at her 'I've been keeping an eye on you lately, you haven't spent much time with Sherlock at all.'
'No.' Sherlock said, Molly never visited, save to tell them she had been closeby and had wanted to drop in, but she was never invited to join them for tea, though John had once tried.
'So how is it that you've picked up his traits?'
'The best form of flattery is immitation, isn't it?' Sherlock asked in Molly's voice.
Moriarty frowned 'Immitation, yes...' he walked towards her, staring her up and down 'Odd.'
'What?' Sherlock asked.
'I've spent time with you, horrible as it was, and never, even in your own home, have you acted with so much confidence.' Moriarty stopped in front of her 'What do you know?'
'Maybe they're already on to us, and she knows.' Seb said 'In which case, we should really bail, Jim.' he stared over at Moriarty, waiting patiently for an answer.
'Did you ever wonder, while we watched Friends in your pink little livingroom on your tiny sofa, that I might be dangerous enough to destroy you completely?'
Sherlock looked angry, but tried hard to play along 'No, you're too good an actor.'
Moriarty took the last step between them, so his face was so close to Molly's that they could feel each other's breath on their faces 'Molly and I never watched Friends. Who are you really?'
Molly's eyes widened 'What do you mean?'
'Who are you?' Moriarty repeated, and anger was seeping into his voice now 'And how... have you done this...?'
'I really don't know what you're-'
Moriarty turned, walking towards the door 'Seb, whoever this is, it's not Molly, you can kill her.'
Seb pulled one of his guns and aimed it at Molly.
'James!'
Seb paused, glancing at Moriarty who had stopped with his hand on the doorhandle, he turned slowly to face Molly accross the room again.
'People have died, that's what people do. I kept prying.'
Moriarty frowned 'That's impossible.'
'You threatened to burn the heart out of me, while Seb here aimed a rifle at my head.' it was Molly's body, Molly's voice, but Sherlock's words.
'No, no, no.' Moriarty said 'That's not possible!' his eyes were wide 'You can't be-'
'And then you got a call, your ringtone is dreadful by the way.' Sherlock said.
'Sherlock.' Moriarty said, voice soft.
'What?' Sebastian asked, looking over at Moriarty, and then turned back to Molly, or Sherlock 'You're kidding, right?'
'How?' Moriarty asked.
Sherlock looked uncomfortable, but refused to say the words 'I don't know.'
'Oh, it must be Christmas!' Moriarty said, closing the distance between them and staring into Molly's eyes as if he'd be able to see Sherlock's soul sitting inside 'Finally.' he glanced over at Seb 'Reholster the gun.' he turned back to Molly/Sherlock 'Oh, what must it be like, being in a body that isn't your own, and a woman's body...' his face sobered, and he stared back into Molly's eyes 'That's... handy.'
'Whatever you're thinking, stop.' Sherlock said quietly 'This is simply an unfortunate accident that I will soon wake up from, made more unfortunate by Molly's sudden abduction. What was she thinking.' he sighed.
'We need a bed.' Moriarty said 'Hmm.'
'No.' Sherlock said 'You know somewhere in London Molly and John are running around with Lestrade looking for me.'
'If anyone believes her.' Moriarty said 'Too much heroine, Sherlock? Maybe too much stress from working on cases, something that will stop everyone from believing such an outrageous statement. I'm Molly Hooper, not Sherlock.' he said, feigning Sherlock's voice.
Sherlock closed his eyes 'I'm going to wake up any moment now.'
'No.' Moriarty said 'You're already awake, and you're coming with me.'
-
'John, listen to me!'
'You've finally lost it, I knew it.' John sighed heavily, pulling Sherlock into his bedroom 'You should lay down.'
'Oh.' Sherlock, or rather Molly said 'I- wait no, I can't, I have a headache.'
'What?' John stopped, pulling Sherlock to the bed 'A headache?'
'Yes.' Molly said 'I don't think- I'm really not up for...'
John stared at Sherlock, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
'...Sex.' Molly said nervously, eyes a little too wide.
John's eyes widened, he held a hand to his head and turned, walking to the door 'We're not-'
'Oh!' Sherlock said with surprise 'You mean, we're not-'
'No!' John said with a great amount of frustration 'This must be some kind of mental breakdown.' he grumbled 'Get some sleep.'
'But, I'm-' the door closed and Sherlock said, very quietly 'Molly...'
-
'I really think you should reconsider this.'
Moriarty grinned, pulling off his tie 'Feel free to get undressed, whatever you leave on I intend to rip off of you.'
Molly's, or, Sherlock's back hit the wall of the bedroom, a nice bedroom in a cheap hotel, where no one asks questions and no matter how much he yelled through Sebastian's hand the receptionist still ignored him 'James,' he held up his hands 'Can't we just settle this like men?'
'Have you seen yourself?' Moriarty chuckled.
Sherlock straightened Molly's shoulders, putting his hands down 'That was uncalled for.'
Moriarty smiled and walked to him, taking Molly's wrists gently and lifting them up to pin them either side of her/Sherlock's head, he leaned in for a kiss and said above Molly's lips 'I don't think she's a virgin, do you?'
Sherlock's heart was beating so hard he was sure Moriarty could hear it, he was much too close, his lips were much too close, this wasn't good, this was really not good.
'But I think you are.' Moriarty whispered and closed the distance between them, kissing Sherlock hard on the lips and pressing him back against the wall.
Sherlock tried to move to get away but there was nowhere to go and oh no, was that Moriarty's tongue? But the longer it lasted the better it began to feel, this was new and exciting, Molly's heart was still hammering away, why not take this opportunity to experiment? To find out finally what the fuss was all about?
He was all for it till Moriarty let go of Molly's wrists and leaned back to grin at him, leaned down and picked him up, pinning him to the wall, Molly's legs around Moriarty's waist 'What're you-' he had to brace himself against Moriarty's chest to stop from slipping, luckily the wall and the force to which he was being pinned against it helped to keep him in place.
'I know you're new at this, but try to relax.' Moriarty said and kissed Molly's lips again, biting her bottom lip hard enough to bleed 'Reach inside my left pocket.'
'Why?' Sherlock asked, suspicious.
Moriarty gave him a withering look.
Sherlock rolled Molly's eyes and reached inside Moriarty's left pocket, retrieving a condom, he frowned at it.
'You can't be serious.' Moriarty said disbelievingly.
Sherlock's frown didn't fade 'Sweets?'
Moriarty rolled his eyes 'Open it?'
Sherlock ripped the shiny blue wrapper open and quirked an eyebrow, looking back at Moriarty.
'Now, see if you can follow these instructions.' Moriarty said 'I have every faith in you, you're smart after all.'
Sherlock glared at him.
'Unzip my trousers, pull my cock free and slide the condom on.' he paused 'Be sure to pinch the end of the condom before you slide it on, I'm guessing you've never used one before, judging by your reaction.'
'I imagine I was taught once.' Sherlock said, doing as he was told 'I must have deleted it.'
Moriarty looked up at him 'Deleted it.'
'A mind is like an attic,' Sherlock said 'Most people fill their minds with old furniture, boxes of junk, trinkets, I throw all of that useless stuff out and keep my mind full of only the things that will help, that are important, really important.' he sighed 'John is always harping on at me, how don't you know about the solar system? Because I have better things to remember.'
'Which was why it took you so long to figure out my last move, in that game of ours.' Moriarty said tauntingly.
'I got it.' Sherlock said 'All it took was that visit to the planetarium...'
'Are you done?' Moriarty huffed.
'I think so.' Sherlock said and looked back up at Moriarty, he frowned 'Now what?'
'Underwear.' Moriarty grinned and pressed Sherlock painfully against the wall so that he had a hand free, he hiked Molly's dress up, hooked his thumb under part of Molly's panties and ripped them off, he threw them on the floor and gripped Molly's thigh tightly again, pressing up close 'Ready?'
'No.' Sherlock replied worriedly.
Moriarty pressed his lips against Molly's as he thrust his hips forward, and though it was Molly's voice that met his ears the whimper was all Sherlock's. He broke off the kiss to watch him cringe, as he built up a rhythm, and finally Molly's breathing picked up, and each breath out was starting to sound more and more like a moan.
'James.' Sherlock gasped, and he couldn't help but moan, what was this? This feeling, it was overpowering and he couldn't fight it, his, or rather, Molly's body was in control now, his mind had jumped ship when it had started feeling good.
'Look what you've been missing out on.' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock let out a ragged moan right beside Moriarty's ear, turning Molly's cheeks bright pink, but he hadn't been able to help it.
Minutes passed, it could have been hours and Sherlock wouldn't have been able to tell, his orgasm finally hit, rolling over him, through him, washing heat over his skin and leaving him boneless, Molly's throat was hurting from all of the noise he'd made. He had recovered enough to see Moriarty come a few moments later, burying his face against Molly's neck and biting her skin as hard as possible without doing any serious damage, a love bite that would last for days.
Moriarty finally leaned back enough to see Molly's face, he smirked, still a bit breathless 'Do you want to do that again?'
Sherlock opened his mouth to say something and faltered, he frowned, bit his bloody lip, cringed and finally said 'I suppose... if we've got the-ah!' he was being pulled away from the wall and carried to the bed, he wrapped his arms around Moriarty's neck to save himself from falling backwards 'What-'
'We have all day.' Moriarty grinned 'And I think it's about time you learned about the birds and the bees.' he laid Molly/Sherlock gently down on the bed and leaned over her, or him 'Try not to delete this.'
-
'I need a cigarette,' Sherlock said softly '...Although, on second thoughts, I don't think Molly would appreciate that.'
'Go on,' Moriarty smirked beneath him 'Be bad.'
'No.' Sherlock was laying on top of Moriarty, their clothes lay forgotten on the floor, it was even getting dark out.
'Mmm.' Moriarty sighed, smiling 'I wonder if I could change you.' he ran his thumb over Molly's bottom lip 'Solving crimes isn't much different from organising them.'
'No,' Sherlock said 'Except the slightly more criminal aspect of the job.'
'Slightly.' Moriarty smirked again 'You need to be leaving.'
Sherlock pushed himself up to stare down at Moriarty 'I'm surprised you're letting me go.'
'How else are you going to fix this?' Moriarty said, running a finger down Molly's cheek 'You need your body back.'
'Good.' Sherlock climbed easily and gracefully off of Moriarty, as soon as his feet hit the floor he fell, collapsing and landing on the floor in a huff 'Ow.'
Moriarty leaned over the edge of the bed and grinned down at him 'I was a little rough earlier.'
'I know.' Sherlock grumbled and climbed up off of the floor, he started looking for Molly's clothes strewn on the floor 'You ripped her underwear.' he picked it up off of the floor 'This is useless.'
'I'm sure you'll cope.' Moriarty said.
Sherlock picked Moriarty's underwear off of the floor and pulled it on.
'That's mine.' Moriarty pointed out.
'I'm sure you'll cope.' Sherlock said 'You don't need to walk home in a skirt.'
Moriarty rolled his eyes and relaxed back on the bed with a yawn.
Ten minutes later and Sherlock had managed to dress Molly, he wasn't used to women's clothes, Moriarty called him over and he walked to the bed, taking a seat on the mattress.
Moriarty pulled Molly's hair back behind her ears, managing to look completely emotionless despite everything 'She always has nice hair, even if she is horribly annoying, and between us we've messed it up.'
Sherlock pulled Molly's hair back and tied it back with the hair band on her wrist 'Better?'
'Perfect.' Moriarty said 'You're good at that.'
Sherlock shrugged Molly's shoulders and headed for the door 'Until next time.'
'Soon.' Moriarty said 'Very soon.'
Sherlock nodded and walked out, heading back to two two one B. He had a plan.
-
'Oh.' Mrs. Hudson smiled down at Molly having opened the front door to her 'Hello dear, are you alright? It's quite late.'
'I need to see Mo-Sherlock.' Sherlock said 'It's important.'
'Best come in then.' Mrs. Hudson smiled and stepped to the side 'Is it about a case?'
'Most definitely.' Sherlock said, hurrying past Mrs. Hudson and up the stairs without saying a thank you or goodbye, he walked into the flat and headed for his bedroom.
'Molly.' John looked up sharply 'Why- you just- what-'
'Later.' Sherlock said and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, he opened the door, walked in and closed it behind him. Sherlock, or rather Molly, was laying asleep on his bed. He sat on the edge and shook his/her arm 'Molly.'
Molly opened her eyes and stared up at, well, herself, and it was a little too much for her 'Aah!'
'Ssh.' Sherlock hushed.
The bedroom door opened and John peered in 'Is everything alright? Molly, what are you doing in here?'
'It's fine!' Molly said hurriedly 'Uhm, go back to, uh, whatever it was... you were doing.'
John frowned, sighed and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Sherlock stared down at himself, at Molly, Molly stared back, this was too surreal 'I'm getting a headache.' he held a hand to his head.
'Is this really happening? Because I expected to wake up earlier and then I fell asleep and now I'm awake and this is still happening, and it just got worse because now you're here and you're me and I'm still you and-'
'Stop. Stop talking.' Sherlock held a hand over Molly's/his mouth 'Now is not the time to panic.'
'Now is the perfect time to panic.' Molly hissed 'In case you haven't noticed, we've switched bodies.'
'Yes, I know.'
Sherlock, or Molly, frowned, sniffing 'That's not my perfume.'
'How did John react earlier when you tried to explain?' Sherlock asked, changing the subject.
'He pretty much ignored me.'
Molly, or Sherlock, nodded 'Right. It might be best to leave him out of this, then, I think the more people we leave out of this the better.'
'We don't want everyone thinking we're bonkers.'
'Precisely.'
'So... how did this happen?' Molly asked.
Sherlock frowned 'The last thing I remember is our last client, she was a fan of the supernatural, as I recall, and said something about seeing the woman who loves me, whatever that means.'
Molly nodded, biting Sherlock's bottom lip nervously 'The last thing I remember was that man getting out of the car next to me, he grabbed me, I smelled chloroform, I tried to get away from him but he dragged me into the back of his car, and I passed out about a minute later.' he frowned 'I don't understand how people think chloroform works immediately, it takes a few minutes to really kick in.'
'Idiots.' Sherlock mumbled 'So what did this...?'
'I'd say it was probably that client.' Molly said quietly 'You said she was interested in the supernatural?'
Sherlock nodded.
'Well, this isn't exactly natural.'
'No...'
'And that you couldn't see the woman who loved you?' Molly asked.
'Also that I would see myself through her eyes.' he pulled an incredulous expression, smiling 'What a bunch of nonsense.'
Molly stared at him.
Sherlock finally noticed and stared back at her 'What?'
'John is right, you are so clever.' she said softly 'But when it comes to sentiment you're as thick as two planks.'
Sherlock frowned at her 'What does this have to do with sentiment?'
Molly was caught between not wanting to tell Sherlock how she really felt about him, and really wanting to get out of his body and back into her own 'I know who your client was talking about.'
'Oh?'
'Me.'
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at her, and then nodded slowly to himself 'That would explain...' he trailed off, then finally turned back to her 'You love me?'
Molly drew circles on the sheets with her index finger, staring down at the fabric beneath her fingers 'For a while now...'
Sherlock stared off into space looking confused before finally settling on a question 'Why... didn't you say something?'
'I thought you'd catch on.' Molly said 'I asked you out for coffee once, I don't think you cared enough to pay attention to me, you heard what you wanted to hear I suppose and told me that yes, you'd like coffee, and could I bring it to you? And even though it hurt, because you'd shot me down without realising I brought you your coffee, and as you walked away with it you insulted me.'
Sherlock frowned at her 'I don't remember.'
'No,' Molly said 'You probably deleted it, John says you do that sometimes, but I remember. I always remember. Everytime you ignored me, or paid me enough attention to insult me, or paid me a pretend compliment so that I would do something for you, I always remember.'
'...I'm sorry.' Sherlock said softly 'I am so sorry, Molly.'
Molly nodded without looking up 'Now look where it's got us.'
'Where I've got us.' Sherlock said 'This is my fault for ignoring you.'
Molly nodded 'You always have better things to do, I guess.'
Sherlock reached out and tilted Molly's chin up 'I need to start paying more attention.'
Molly smiled with Sherlock's lips 'This is too strange, we need to fix this.' she frowned 'Are you wearing mens underwear?'
Sherlock pulled the skirt down that had clearly ridden up on the bed sheets 'We need to find the address of my last client, it's on my desk.' he pulled Molly up 'Come on, grab my coat, we're getting out of here.'
'But John-'
'I'll tell him I need you to come to the lab for something.'
Molly nodded 'Okay.' she climbed off of the bed and grabbed Sherlock's coat, pulling it on 'It's so strange being taller than you.'
'And vice versa.' Sherlock grumbled 'Scarf.'
'I know, I know.' Molly picked up Sherlock's scarf and pulled it around her neck 'Okay.'
'Shoes.' Sherlock said flatly.
'Oh right!' Molly slipped Sherlock's shoes on, looking sheepish 'It's just been such a weird day.'
Sherlock nodded Molly's head 'Yes.' he opened the door and walked back into the livingroom and over to the desk 'Sherlock asked me to find something for him, he needs to come to the lab with me to look at some results.' he found the business card of the woman, a Miss.Cantobell 'I'll be back later.'
John frowned over at her '...Are you... staying over?'
Sherlock looked up and over at John 'I mean Sherlock, Sherlock will be back later, I'm sure.' she smiled encouragingly, and John stared at her as if she'd gone mad.
Molly walked into the livingroom, smiled apologetically at John and then headed for the door, Sherlock hurried after him, or rather, her. It was too confusing, and they were both much too confused, and stressed and, in Molly's case, emotional and worried that it might never be fixed.
Sherlock had the address, they hailed a cab when they got downstairs and headed to her apartment, hoping that this mess could be reversed, and soon.
-
Despite the lateness of their call Miss Cantobell came to her door, and sighed when she saw them standing on the doorstep 'Come in.' she waved her hand and walked back into her flat, letting them walk in after her, Molly got the door and followed after Sherlock.
They ended up in the livingroom with cups of tea and a plate of biscuits, something that Molly was very pleased about, she hadn't eaten in too long.
'Stop eating the biscuits.' Sherlock snapped 'I don't want to end up looking like my brother.'
Molly put the biscuit that she had just picked up back down on the plate and went back to sipping her tea, and then added 'I don't usually have sugar in my tea.'
Sherlock rolled Molly's eyes and turned to Miss Cantobell who was glaring at him 'Fix this.' he then added, quietly 'Please.'
'I'd definitely appreciate it if you could.' Molly said 'This is much too strange.'
'Have you learned anything?' Miss Cantobell asked, looking at Sherlock.
Sherlock glared at her 'Apparently Molly loves me.'
'And how do you feel about that?'
'Feel.' Sherlock mumbled and put his tea down 'If you could just fix this so that we could leave, that would be good.'
'Don't you feel anything?' Miss Cantobell asked 'This girl has just opened her heart to you, and you can't tell her how you feel?'
'Do I have to?' Sherlock asked.
'Yes.' Miss Cantobell growled.
'Fine.' Sherlock hissed and turned to Molly, he took a deep breath and actually thought about what he'd say, usually when he spoke to her he didn't bother, he just spoke, but he got the feeling this time that it might be good if he took a moment to reflect on what he was about to say her.
Molly was making Sherlock's cheeks turn pink.
'Molly,' Sherlock said softly with Molly's voice 'I... appreciate everything that you've done for me, despite knowing that I was... using you, and thank you for every cup of tea and coffee you have ever made for me, and thank you for everything else, anything that you've ever done, and gone out of your way to do for me just to get my attention. I am so sorry that I never paid you enough attention, and I'm even more sorry... that I can't return your feelings.' he frowned 'I've never fully understood sentiment, and that makes it difficult to notice when people are... applying it.'
Molly nodded Sherlock's head, staring down at her tea 'It's alright, I expected as much.' she looked up at him 'Do I at least get to know who it is you like, really? I know you say you don't understand sentiment but I know there's someone out there.'
Sherlock frowned at her 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'You're wearing men's underwear, you smell like cologne and you have a love bite on my neck.'
'...Ah.' Sherlock said 'Uhm.' he turned back to Miss Cantobell 'Now?'
Miss Cantobell stared at him 'I think Molly here should be allowed to know who you think is better than her.'
Sherlock rolled Molly's eyes and turned back to Molly 'He's...'
'Ah.' Molly said, voice just above a whisper.
Sherlock was turning Molly's cheeks pink without realising 'He's like me.' he said quietly 'He doesn't understand sentiment, either.'
Molly nodded 'Maybe if I'd been colder.'
'No.' Miss Cantobell said 'You're perfectly nice.' she smiled 'Sherlock here just isn't the right man for you, but you'll meet your perfect partner eventually. Now, both of you lay back and relax,' they both did as she said, putting their teas down 'You're both about to black out.'
-
Sherlock and Molly regained consciousness at exactly the same time, they sat up, looked at each other and sighed heavily, back to normal, and once again in their ownbodies.
'Thank you!' Molly said excitedly to Miss. Cantobell 'Thank you so much.'
'And for the tea.' Sherlock said, getting up and heading for the door 'Come on Molly, I'll walk you home, you don't live far from here.'
Molly climbed up from the couch and headed for the door.
'Hang on,' Miss Cantobell stood, picking up a card from her table she handed it to Molly 'Have some fun, you might find something you've been missing.'
Molly stared down at the card, it read Irene Adler, Dominatrix 'Oh! I really don't think-'
'Trust me.' Miss Cantobell said.
'Yes, trust the woman who forced us to switch bodies.' Sherlock mumbled by the door.
Molly pocketed the card, smiled at Miss Cantobell and followed Sherlock out, back into the cold London night 'Who's underwear am I really wearing, Sherlock?'
Sherlock sighed 'Try not to think about it.'
'And how did you get away from the man with the chloroform?'
'I said-'
'Fine.' Molly grumbled angrily as she walked beside him down the pavement 'Don't tell me, but you can't leave everyone in the dark.'
Sherlock nodded vaguely, walking in the direction of her flat 'Are you... alright?'
'Fine.' Molly said 'Just wondering if you managed to get me pregnant earlier.'
'We used protection.' Sherlock said quietly.
'Oh good.' Molly almost growled.
Sherlock put his hands in his coat pockets 'I'm sorry.'
Molly nodded 'Thank you.'
They reached her flat fifteen minutes later, Molly unlocked the door, but Sherlock caught her arm before she walked inside.
'Molly,' Sherlock said quietly 'Help me, I can't decide...' he took a deep breath 'Would it be kinder to kiss you goodnight, and tell you that, if it doesn't work out with who I'm... with now, I might come calling? Or would it be kinder to simply say goodnight?'
'You really don't get it, do you?'
Sherlock shook his head 'No.'
Molly kissed Sherlock's cheek and gave him a sad smile, she turned and walked into her flat, closing the door behind her.
Sherlock stepped back, sighing he turned and headed for the street to catch a cab, he wanted to go home, and shower, and sleep, it was far too late and he was far too tired.
-
Sherlock awoke early the next morning to a text, he sat up in bed sleepily, reaching for his mobile to see who it was, probably Mycroftasking for help on the Government's behalf.
At the Baglioni, come and find me darling.
- Jim Moriarty x.
'Morning sex?' Sherlock grumbled 'This is a new form of torture.'
-
Sherlock had been informed at the reception desk of the room, apparently they had been given a description of him. He knocked gently on the bedroom door, moved to stand beside it just in case anyone had intended to shoot him through the wood and waited, when the door didn't explode in a shower of wood he turned the handle and stepped inside.
Jim Moriarty was stood on the balcony with a drink in his hand, overlooking Hyde Park in the morning light, he didn't turn when Sherlock walked in.
Sherlock closed the door behind him, glancing around at the bedroom, the floor was covered in white tiles, the whole room was done in creams and browns, the sheets were striped and matched the curtains, all silk like the chairs and sofa across the room, plush and beautiful and incredibly expensive.
'You managed to get your body back then.' Moriarty said, smiling.
Sherlock walked out to the balcony and stopped beside Moriarty 'I abhor being woken up in the mornings.'
'Too bad.' Moriarty smirked 'Sleep well?'
Sherlock sighed heavily 'Did you want something?'
'Yes.' Moriarty finally turned to him, smirking, he leaned past Sherlock to put his drink down on the table behind him and whispered into his ear 'You.'
'I thought as much.' Sherlock sighed as a tingle ran through him.
'And now that you have your body back...'
'Yes?' Sherlock asked softly.
'You're not a virgin anymore, here.' Moriarty pressed his right index finger to Sherlock's forehead 'But here...' he brushed his hand over Sherlock's crotch 'It's going to be fun stealing your virginity twice.'
'I could quite easily walk out of here and leave you to your own devices.' Sherlock said darkly.
'Hmm.' Moriarty grinned 'But I think you want to stay, and find out if it's as good in your own body as it was in Molly's.' he stared up at him 'Aren't you curious?'
Sherlock's heart was beating a little too fast, he moved in closer to Moriarty, just a fraction 'Perhaps...'
'This way.' Moriarty said softly and took Sherlock's hand, leading him back into the bedroom and over to the bed, he stopped with him at the foot, turning he pushed Sherlock's coat and jacket back off of his shoulders, he leaned in, breathing him in 'Please keep shaking.' he said just above a whisper.
'I'm not-'
'Liar.' Moriarty grinned, running his thumb over Sherlock's bottom lip 'Sherlock, your body betrays you.' he ran his hand down Sherlock's shirt till his fingers caught at the top of his trousers, he flipped the button undone and put his palm against the zip, pushing Sherlock back against the bed 'Lay down.'
Sherlock leaned in against Moriarty, breathing softly against his lips 'I'm not good at taking orders.'
'And I'm not good at saying please.' Moriarty said darkly.
They stared into each others eyes for too many seconds, finally kissing, as if that would solve the problem, and somehow it did, Moriarty put his hand on Sherlock's chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, being forceful, but gentle enough that Sherlock was allowing it.
'Why are you so much more nervous now?' Moriarty whispered just above Sherlock's lips 'And don't try to deny it, I don't suffer liars.'
Sherlock sighed 'The first time we did this, we were arguing.'
'You were distracted.' Moriarty grinned down at him 'You don't have enough space in your mind to multi-task? You couldn'tbe nervous and argumentative at the same time?'
Sherlock glared up at him 'You're distracting.'
'Am I now?' Moriarty asked 'Tell me, in what way am I distracting?' he put two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked, wetting them.
Sherlock's eyelids fluttered, he knew exactly why Moriarty was wetting his fingers, and the thrill of what might happen next ran through him 'You're dangerous.'
'Yes?' Moriarty asked, unzipping Sherlock's trousers.
Sherlock's heartbeat was picking up again 'Handsome...'
'Mmm?' Moriarty asked as he tugged Sherlock's trousers down and off, he angled his right knee and spread Sherlock's legs easily, leaning over him, keeping eye contact 'Go on?'
'Sly.' Sherlock said, narrowing his eyes.
'Yes.' Moriarty smirked, pressing his fingertip to Sherlock's entrance 'Anything else?' he leaned in closer, brushing their lips together 'Hm?'
'Merciless.' Sherlock whispered.
'And don't you forget it.' Moriarty kissed him as he slid his fingers inside, and Sherlock gasped against his mouth, struggling for air as Moriarty explored his mouth with his tongue.
It didn't take Moriarty long to find Sherlock's sweet spot, and he knew exactly when he hadfound it, because Sherlock let out a surprised moan, and he suddenly stopped caring about keeping quiet, or keeping up with the kissing, he was pulling away from Moriarty's lips and moaning, arching his back beneath him and lifting them both off of the mattress.
Moriarty bit Sherlock's bottom lip as Sherlock tried to pull away again, determined to hold on, he kept their lips locked, he felt the rush of air against his face as Sherlock tried madly to get enough air through his nose, but he eventually had to tear away, closing his eyes and letting out another moan, so close now.
He gave up with kissing Sherlock's lips, finally, and concentrated on kissing Sherlock's neck instead, working him open with his fingers, applying pressure when he wanted Sherlock to moan again and grinning against his skin, he could tell he was close, any moment now Sherlock would come, and then he could finallytake him properly.
Sherlock's orgasm finally hit, he let out a ragged moan as Moriarty worked to prolong it, as the heat of the climax rushed through him, tangling his brain up with bliss for a few short seconds, he collapsed on the sheets, spent, tired, and blushing.
Moriarty kissed Sherlock's chin softly 'What a lovelysinging voice.' he teased.
Sherlock covered his eyes with his hand 'I think you bring out the worst in me.'
'Excellent.' Moriarty grinned, leaning back and retrieving a condom from his pocket 'Roll over, it'll be easier if you're on your front.'
Sherlock gave Moriarty a suspicious look, he rolled over onto his front, he didn't like giving Moriarty his back but he doubted he'd choose nowto stab him.
Moriarty leaned back down over Sherlock, parting Sherlock's legs a little more and running a finger down his spine 'Ready?'
'Complicated question.' Sherlock replied quietly, he felt lips against the back of his neck and tensed, suddenly more nervous than he had been before, there was a weight pressing against his entrance, thick and hot and throbbing.
'The more you shake, the more you give away.' Moriarty whispered against his ear, taking Sherlock's wrists in his hands and pinning them to the sheets.
'Fuck me.' Sherlock whispered, gripping the sheets tight, Moriarty pressed his hard cock to his entrance and thrust forward with as much strength as he could muster, no taking it slow, no being gentle. Sherlock cried out as Moriarty leaned over him, kissing the back of his neck as he built up a rhythm.
'Relax, sexy.' Moriarty breathed against his ear 'Tensing will only make it hurt more.'
Sherlock closed his eyes and forced his body to relax, it was difficult, he didn't trust Moriarty, he wasn't sure of the situation and he didn't know how this would end, but he wanted this to feel good, and he wanted to obey. He relaxed, and instantly it began to feel better, as Moriarty thrust into him again, hitting the right spot inside of him.
'Much better.' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's ear, he bit the top of his ear gently, but hard enough to make it bleed, he thrust into him again, rocking forward, and Sherlock moaned beneath him, a sound he had been longing to hear in this situation. Finally, it was all coming together.
As hard as he tried to concentrate and catalogue what he was feeling Sherlock's mind was abandoning him to more primal thoughts, faster, harder, please. Each thrust hit his sweet spot, each thrust brought a moan from his lips, his breathing was growing ragged, this was bliss, this was the best feeling in the world, it was perfect, and it was getting better. But why did it have to be Jim Moriarty? But right now that didn't matter, all that mattered was the feeling, and he wanted it to last.
Moriarty was sucking against Sherlock's neck, leaving behind a dark bruise on his skin as he drove himself into him, his rhythm speeding up as both their orgasms began to build, he closed his eyes for a moment, head hung, simply listening to the sound of Sherlock's moans, when he opened his eyes he was grinning, Sherlock hadn't complained when he'd left a love bite on his neck, he wondered how far he could push it. He was about to make a suggestion when Sherlock beat him to it.
'Harder...' Sherlock breathed, moaning again, he felt Moriarty pause above him for a second, and then it changed, Moriarty thrust into him hard enough that it almost hurt, but the pleasure that it created was worth every moment, and brought him ever closer to climax.
'I'll make a masochist of you yet.' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's ear as he rammed into him, drawing more moans from him, bringing them both closer to climax.
Sherlock's brilliant mind had abandoned him at this point, he was too far gone, all he could focus on was the feeling, and the need to orgasm, minutes later he got his wish. His orgasm washed over and through him, numbing him and leaving him locked in bliss, he felt a twinge of pain in his shoulder, but nothing more than a twinge, something far off, the bliss began to fade after a few moments, he felt Moriarty come inside of him, sending a shiver straight up his spine.
As Sherlock regained more feeling his shoulder began to ache, and sting and hurt more and more, Moriarty sat back behind him, allowing him to roll onto his back, he touched a hand to his shoulder and it came away bloody, he looked up at Moriarty to see a few specks of blood on his lips, it would be pointless to point out that Moriarty had bitten him, and also pointless to ask why, Moriarty was obviously sadistic, so the only thing he could really do was say 'Ah.' to let Moriarty know he'd worked it out already.
Moriarty simply grinned, sitting back on his legs looking pleased and sated 'You would be absolutely perfect, if it wasn't for your annoying sense of justice.'
'If only you had a conscience.' Sherlock sighed.
Moriarty simply smirked, he leaned in, pressing his face against Sherlock's, so their noses touched 'Want to go again?'
A smile caught at the corner of Sherlock's lips 'Yes.'
-
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 7986
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty
Warnings: Sexual situations and death threats. Yay!
Summary: Sherlock gets a difficult client, and due to some unfortunate events, switches bodies with one Miss Molly Hooper.
Authors Note: I- This isn't- THIS WAS MY HOUSEMATE'S IDEA OKAY. Auuuh. Sorry. Enjoy. Also this fic links up with 'Guilty Pleasures.'
It had been an ordinary day, taking clients in the afternoon with a pot of tea and John by his side on the sofa, he'd got up to pace as the client told him her story and he'd ignored her, she was into the occult, supernatural things, and he believed only in science and things that could be proved. He'd been about to tell her to leave when Molly had walked in, let in my Mrs. Hudson no doubt, with a pink card box in her hands.
'Hello,' she'd said nervously and had given him a smile that was all for him and no one else 'I happened to be nearby, so I brought you some cakes, and-'
'No, thank you, I don't intend to end up looking like my brother.' and Sherlock had shooed her away, but she'd been persistent, she'd walked in further, handed the box to John who had given her a big smile and helped himself to one of the two cakes inside.
'I thought you might want to take a break and get some coffee, when you have a moment?' Molly said, staring down at the floor, too nervous now to even look into his eyes.
'I have coffee here, why would I need to leave? I'm busy Molly, you can go.' Sherlock had said.
'Oh! Oh, right.' Molly said softly, she gave John a smile, he smiled back apologetically, and she left, without being offered so much as a cup of tea, or the cake that Sherlock would no doubt not eat and leave to rot slowly in the fridge until it turned into just another one of his experiments.
And then their client had said something surprising, that Sherlock had ignored and forgotten as soon as she had walked out of the door. She'd said that Sherlock was blind, that he didn't see properly the woman who loved him, and that he should therefore see himself through her eyes, and then he would understand finally, and he would be able to see, and before he'd had a chance to tell the woman that he wouldn't take her case she'd stormed out.
That was then, this was now.
He'd just woken up on the floor of a bare room, nothing but dusty floorboards and peeling wallpaper, two large windows in the wall opposite a door, another door at the end of the room, and that was it. The floor hadn't been dusted in months, this was probably a small flat that was just waiting to be rented, strange that it hadn't been, in the centre of London, it certainly wasn't inhabited, not in this condition.
But why had he just woken up on the floor? He couldn't remember anything leading up to the event of laying on the floor, he'd been in his livingroom with John, waiting for their next client, and now he was waking up on the floor?
Sherlock sat up, feeling dizzy, slightly sick, a faint smell on his lips, he brought his hand to his face, touching them gently, and got a shock. Light pink nailvarnish. He stared at his hands, but they weren't his hands, he knew these hands, they belonged to Molly. He looked at his other hand, Molly's too, he looked down and the room spun sickeningly.
This was not.
His.
Body. He scrambled up from the floor and ran over to the window, the reflection was faint but it was just as he had feared.
Molly's face stared back at him.
But this was impossible, this was inconcievable, this wasn't right, this defied science! He couldn't be in Molly's body, and if he was, then where was his body?! This was... this was... the room went dark, and he hit the floor again.
-
'Wakey wakey, you have a visitor.'
Sherlock opened his eyes and stared up at a man standing over him, short brown hair, stubble, tanned skin, he looked rugged and handsome and dangerous, with army issue boots and sharp eyes 'Let me guess...' he sighed as he pushed himself up, and once again, had the horrible realisation that he wasn't in his own body, this was Molly's body, and he was shorter and curvier and a woman. This was so wrong.
And then it all got so much worse. Because why else would Molly be taken? And who else could possibly be behind it than the world's smartest spider?
Moriarty walked through the door in a sharp suit, with an even sharper smile on his face, he let out a huff of air, a laugh, closed the door behind him and leaned up against it casually, staring over at Molly, or rather, Sherlock 'Hello again dear, how have you been?'
'This was you.' Sherlock said angrilly 'But how?' since when did Moriarty know how to pull off something like this? This was ridiculous, and he wanted to be changed back!
'I expected you to be quivering with a bit more fear.' Moriarty said 'I had Seb here grab you as you walked out of two two one B, obviously.'
'But I didn't leave...' Sherlock trailed off, frowning, did he? He couldn't remember.
'But you did, and you went skipping down the street, and no one noticed as Seb dragged you into the back of his nice shiny Mercedes.' Moriarty said 'This is getting boring.'
Sherlock glanced at Seb 'But how-'
'Chloroform, obviously, you must have it around in your little lab in Barts.'
Moriarty sighed 'Honestly, I thought you'd be more afraid.'
Sherlock's, or rather, Molly's eyebrows raised, as Sherlock realised Moriarty didn't have a clue, Moriarty didn't know he'd captured Sherlock and not Molly. He narrowed his eyes at him, and then turned and walked to the window, staring out, the street accross from them was narrow, barely big enough for one car, a back street, somewhere in Walthamstow maybe? It would be easy enough to break the window, was the ledge close? Could he climb out? 'What do you want with me?' he asked, staring over at the roof opposite and playing the part that Moriarty, and this other man, Seb, no doubt expected of him.
'I want you to tell me what Sherlock is up to.' Moriarty said 'Everything was going so well, and then you broke up with me.' he sighed, looking uninterested 'Because of course Sherlock had to point out that I was gay, and he never called.'
'You want me to tell you what he's doing.'
'Yes.'
'And then what?'
Moriarty smiled 'You tell me what he's up to, everytime you see him, i'll give you a number and you text me, and in exchange, I let you live.' he stared over at Sherlock 'Aren't I kind?'
'Considerably.' Sherlock replied, he turned, leaning back against the window, he'd never been eyelevel with Moriarty before, it was a little too unnerving 'So, what do you want to know?'
They talked for an hour, Seb leaned back against a wall nearby, watching them both and listening, keeping an eye on Sherlock, or Molly, making sure she wasn't about to pull a knife or a gun or anything dangerous, while Moriarty asked questions, dates, times, and whys, asked about specific cases, and Molly played dumb.
Because they could both tell when someone was lying, and though Sherlock was a superb liar he'd only been in this body for a little over two hours, and he wasn't acting at all like Molly, though he was trying his hardest to pretend he knew very little about his own work.
Eventually, Moriarty got fed up with it 'Stop, stop, stop.' he sighed 'You're witholding information, do you have any idea what I'll do to you if you don't stop lying to me?'
Sherlock straightened up, looking definant, making Molly look defiant, and it was a bad idea.
'Seb,' Moriarty sighed 'Start breaking her fingers.'
Sherlock backed up against the window as Seb walked over to him 'Wait, wait.' he said, and surprisingly Seb paused in the middle of the room, maybe used to people giving up information at the idea of having all of their fingers broken one by one in slow succession 'I can't-'
'Seb.' Moriarty said simply.
Sherlock made a frustrated sound 'Fine!' he sighed, glancing at Seb 'Ask specifics if you have them, I'll tell you what you want to know.'
Moriarty smiled 'Sherlock's last case, how did he figure it out in the end, do you know?'
Sherlock glanced at Seb before answering 'The paint flecks on the shoes.'
'Ah.' Moriarty nodded 'And how did you know?'
'He told me.' Sherlock said quietly.
'And how did you really know?'
Sherlock's eyes darted between Seb and Moriarty, this wasn't good, he couldn't lie in Molly's body, it was all new, he was giving too much away! He couldn't be in a worse situation, not only because he was vulnerable with Seb in the room but because he was in Molly's body, a woman, and he'd been on too many cases to be naieve when women were concerned in dangerous situations.
'Molly.' Moriarty said in a sing song voice, staring over at her, watching her like a hawk.
Sherlock stared over at the door behind Moriarty, too far away, and with an obstacle in the way, too, the window behind him was a good bet but he wouldn't get out of it before Seb grabbed him, and besides if there wasn't something beneath the window the drop could break bones, then there was Seb, he looked him over, his eyes flicking over him, gun in the back of his jeans, another at his ankle, another two in a shoulder rig under his jacket, and a knife on his right forearm, hard skin on his right index finger on his right hand, the right shoulder worn on his jacket, he was a sniper, and a good one or else Moriarty wouldn't have hired him, his tan still fading from a foreign country, hot, and his boots, so he was in the army, most porbably honourably discharged from his obvious behaviour, probably killed a civillian.
And then there was Moriarty, italian suit, freshly laundered, his cologne something expensive, hair perfectly jelled back and combed, silver and diamond tie pin, his black shoes had picked up the dust from the floor, dulling the shine, anything more was too difficult, he was too clean and tidy, as always.
'Molly,' Moriarty said, narrowing his eyes at her 'I've been keeping an eye on you lately, you haven't spent much time with Sherlock at all.'
'No.' Sherlock said, Molly never visited, save to tell them she had been closeby and had wanted to drop in, but she was never invited to join them for tea, though John had once tried.
'So how is it that you've picked up his traits?'
'The best form of flattery is immitation, isn't it?' Sherlock asked in Molly's voice.
Moriarty frowned 'Immitation, yes...' he walked towards her, staring her up and down 'Odd.'
'What?' Sherlock asked.
'I've spent time with you, horrible as it was, and never, even in your own home, have you acted with so much confidence.' Moriarty stopped in front of her 'What do you know?'
'Maybe they're already on to us, and she knows.' Seb said 'In which case, we should really bail, Jim.' he stared over at Moriarty, waiting patiently for an answer.
'Did you ever wonder, while we watched Friends in your pink little livingroom on your tiny sofa, that I might be dangerous enough to destroy you completely?'
Sherlock looked angry, but tried hard to play along 'No, you're too good an actor.'
Moriarty took the last step between them, so his face was so close to Molly's that they could feel each other's breath on their faces 'Molly and I never watched Friends. Who are you really?'
Molly's eyes widened 'What do you mean?'
'Who are you?' Moriarty repeated, and anger was seeping into his voice now 'And how... have you done this...?'
'I really don't know what you're-'
Moriarty turned, walking towards the door 'Seb, whoever this is, it's not Molly, you can kill her.'
Seb pulled one of his guns and aimed it at Molly.
'James!'
Seb paused, glancing at Moriarty who had stopped with his hand on the doorhandle, he turned slowly to face Molly accross the room again.
'People have died, that's what people do. I kept prying.'
Moriarty frowned 'That's impossible.'
'You threatened to burn the heart out of me, while Seb here aimed a rifle at my head.' it was Molly's body, Molly's voice, but Sherlock's words.
'No, no, no.' Moriarty said 'That's not possible!' his eyes were wide 'You can't be-'
'And then you got a call, your ringtone is dreadful by the way.' Sherlock said.
'Sherlock.' Moriarty said, voice soft.
'What?' Sebastian asked, looking over at Moriarty, and then turned back to Molly, or Sherlock 'You're kidding, right?'
'How?' Moriarty asked.
Sherlock looked uncomfortable, but refused to say the words 'I don't know.'
'Oh, it must be Christmas!' Moriarty said, closing the distance between them and staring into Molly's eyes as if he'd be able to see Sherlock's soul sitting inside 'Finally.' he glanced over at Seb 'Reholster the gun.' he turned back to Molly/Sherlock 'Oh, what must it be like, being in a body that isn't your own, and a woman's body...' his face sobered, and he stared back into Molly's eyes 'That's... handy.'
'Whatever you're thinking, stop.' Sherlock said quietly 'This is simply an unfortunate accident that I will soon wake up from, made more unfortunate by Molly's sudden abduction. What was she thinking.' he sighed.
'We need a bed.' Moriarty said 'Hmm.'
'No.' Sherlock said 'You know somewhere in London Molly and John are running around with Lestrade looking for me.'
'If anyone believes her.' Moriarty said 'Too much heroine, Sherlock? Maybe too much stress from working on cases, something that will stop everyone from believing such an outrageous statement. I'm Molly Hooper, not Sherlock.' he said, feigning Sherlock's voice.
Sherlock closed his eyes 'I'm going to wake up any moment now.'
'No.' Moriarty said 'You're already awake, and you're coming with me.'
-
'John, listen to me!'
'You've finally lost it, I knew it.' John sighed heavily, pulling Sherlock into his bedroom 'You should lay down.'
'Oh.' Sherlock, or rather Molly said 'I- wait no, I can't, I have a headache.'
'What?' John stopped, pulling Sherlock to the bed 'A headache?'
'Yes.' Molly said 'I don't think- I'm really not up for...'
John stared at Sherlock, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
'...Sex.' Molly said nervously, eyes a little too wide.
John's eyes widened, he held a hand to his head and turned, walking to the door 'We're not-'
'Oh!' Sherlock said with surprise 'You mean, we're not-'
'No!' John said with a great amount of frustration 'This must be some kind of mental breakdown.' he grumbled 'Get some sleep.'
'But, I'm-' the door closed and Sherlock said, very quietly 'Molly...'
-
'I really think you should reconsider this.'
Moriarty grinned, pulling off his tie 'Feel free to get undressed, whatever you leave on I intend to rip off of you.'
Molly's, or, Sherlock's back hit the wall of the bedroom, a nice bedroom in a cheap hotel, where no one asks questions and no matter how much he yelled through Sebastian's hand the receptionist still ignored him 'James,' he held up his hands 'Can't we just settle this like men?'
'Have you seen yourself?' Moriarty chuckled.
Sherlock straightened Molly's shoulders, putting his hands down 'That was uncalled for.'
Moriarty smiled and walked to him, taking Molly's wrists gently and lifting them up to pin them either side of her/Sherlock's head, he leaned in for a kiss and said above Molly's lips 'I don't think she's a virgin, do you?'
Sherlock's heart was beating so hard he was sure Moriarty could hear it, he was much too close, his lips were much too close, this wasn't good, this was really not good.
'But I think you are.' Moriarty whispered and closed the distance between them, kissing Sherlock hard on the lips and pressing him back against the wall.
Sherlock tried to move to get away but there was nowhere to go and oh no, was that Moriarty's tongue? But the longer it lasted the better it began to feel, this was new and exciting, Molly's heart was still hammering away, why not take this opportunity to experiment? To find out finally what the fuss was all about?
He was all for it till Moriarty let go of Molly's wrists and leaned back to grin at him, leaned down and picked him up, pinning him to the wall, Molly's legs around Moriarty's waist 'What're you-' he had to brace himself against Moriarty's chest to stop from slipping, luckily the wall and the force to which he was being pinned against it helped to keep him in place.
'I know you're new at this, but try to relax.' Moriarty said and kissed Molly's lips again, biting her bottom lip hard enough to bleed 'Reach inside my left pocket.'
'Why?' Sherlock asked, suspicious.
Moriarty gave him a withering look.
Sherlock rolled Molly's eyes and reached inside Moriarty's left pocket, retrieving a condom, he frowned at it.
'You can't be serious.' Moriarty said disbelievingly.
Sherlock's frown didn't fade 'Sweets?'
Moriarty rolled his eyes 'Open it?'
Sherlock ripped the shiny blue wrapper open and quirked an eyebrow, looking back at Moriarty.
'Now, see if you can follow these instructions.' Moriarty said 'I have every faith in you, you're smart after all.'
Sherlock glared at him.
'Unzip my trousers, pull my cock free and slide the condom on.' he paused 'Be sure to pinch the end of the condom before you slide it on, I'm guessing you've never used one before, judging by your reaction.'
'I imagine I was taught once.' Sherlock said, doing as he was told 'I must have deleted it.'
Moriarty looked up at him 'Deleted it.'
'A mind is like an attic,' Sherlock said 'Most people fill their minds with old furniture, boxes of junk, trinkets, I throw all of that useless stuff out and keep my mind full of only the things that will help, that are important, really important.' he sighed 'John is always harping on at me, how don't you know about the solar system? Because I have better things to remember.'
'Which was why it took you so long to figure out my last move, in that game of ours.' Moriarty said tauntingly.
'I got it.' Sherlock said 'All it took was that visit to the planetarium...'
'Are you done?' Moriarty huffed.
'I think so.' Sherlock said and looked back up at Moriarty, he frowned 'Now what?'
'Underwear.' Moriarty grinned and pressed Sherlock painfully against the wall so that he had a hand free, he hiked Molly's dress up, hooked his thumb under part of Molly's panties and ripped them off, he threw them on the floor and gripped Molly's thigh tightly again, pressing up close 'Ready?'
'No.' Sherlock replied worriedly.
Moriarty pressed his lips against Molly's as he thrust his hips forward, and though it was Molly's voice that met his ears the whimper was all Sherlock's. He broke off the kiss to watch him cringe, as he built up a rhythm, and finally Molly's breathing picked up, and each breath out was starting to sound more and more like a moan.
'James.' Sherlock gasped, and he couldn't help but moan, what was this? This feeling, it was overpowering and he couldn't fight it, his, or rather, Molly's body was in control now, his mind had jumped ship when it had started feeling good.
'Look what you've been missing out on.' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock let out a ragged moan right beside Moriarty's ear, turning Molly's cheeks bright pink, but he hadn't been able to help it.
Minutes passed, it could have been hours and Sherlock wouldn't have been able to tell, his orgasm finally hit, rolling over him, through him, washing heat over his skin and leaving him boneless, Molly's throat was hurting from all of the noise he'd made. He had recovered enough to see Moriarty come a few moments later, burying his face against Molly's neck and biting her skin as hard as possible without doing any serious damage, a love bite that would last for days.
Moriarty finally leaned back enough to see Molly's face, he smirked, still a bit breathless 'Do you want to do that again?'
Sherlock opened his mouth to say something and faltered, he frowned, bit his bloody lip, cringed and finally said 'I suppose... if we've got the-ah!' he was being pulled away from the wall and carried to the bed, he wrapped his arms around Moriarty's neck to save himself from falling backwards 'What-'
'We have all day.' Moriarty grinned 'And I think it's about time you learned about the birds and the bees.' he laid Molly/Sherlock gently down on the bed and leaned over her, or him 'Try not to delete this.'
-
'I need a cigarette,' Sherlock said softly '...Although, on second thoughts, I don't think Molly would appreciate that.'
'Go on,' Moriarty smirked beneath him 'Be bad.'
'No.' Sherlock was laying on top of Moriarty, their clothes lay forgotten on the floor, it was even getting dark out.
'Mmm.' Moriarty sighed, smiling 'I wonder if I could change you.' he ran his thumb over Molly's bottom lip 'Solving crimes isn't much different from organising them.'
'No,' Sherlock said 'Except the slightly more criminal aspect of the job.'
'Slightly.' Moriarty smirked again 'You need to be leaving.'
Sherlock pushed himself up to stare down at Moriarty 'I'm surprised you're letting me go.'
'How else are you going to fix this?' Moriarty said, running a finger down Molly's cheek 'You need your body back.'
'Good.' Sherlock climbed easily and gracefully off of Moriarty, as soon as his feet hit the floor he fell, collapsing and landing on the floor in a huff 'Ow.'
Moriarty leaned over the edge of the bed and grinned down at him 'I was a little rough earlier.'
'I know.' Sherlock grumbled and climbed up off of the floor, he started looking for Molly's clothes strewn on the floor 'You ripped her underwear.' he picked it up off of the floor 'This is useless.'
'I'm sure you'll cope.' Moriarty said.
Sherlock picked Moriarty's underwear off of the floor and pulled it on.
'That's mine.' Moriarty pointed out.
'I'm sure you'll cope.' Sherlock said 'You don't need to walk home in a skirt.'
Moriarty rolled his eyes and relaxed back on the bed with a yawn.
Ten minutes later and Sherlock had managed to dress Molly, he wasn't used to women's clothes, Moriarty called him over and he walked to the bed, taking a seat on the mattress.
Moriarty pulled Molly's hair back behind her ears, managing to look completely emotionless despite everything 'She always has nice hair, even if she is horribly annoying, and between us we've messed it up.'
Sherlock pulled Molly's hair back and tied it back with the hair band on her wrist 'Better?'
'Perfect.' Moriarty said 'You're good at that.'
Sherlock shrugged Molly's shoulders and headed for the door 'Until next time.'
'Soon.' Moriarty said 'Very soon.'
Sherlock nodded and walked out, heading back to two two one B. He had a plan.
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'Oh.' Mrs. Hudson smiled down at Molly having opened the front door to her 'Hello dear, are you alright? It's quite late.'
'I need to see Mo-Sherlock.' Sherlock said 'It's important.'
'Best come in then.' Mrs. Hudson smiled and stepped to the side 'Is it about a case?'
'Most definitely.' Sherlock said, hurrying past Mrs. Hudson and up the stairs without saying a thank you or goodbye, he walked into the flat and headed for his bedroom.
'Molly.' John looked up sharply 'Why- you just- what-'
'Later.' Sherlock said and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, he opened the door, walked in and closed it behind him. Sherlock, or rather Molly, was laying asleep on his bed. He sat on the edge and shook his/her arm 'Molly.'
Molly opened her eyes and stared up at, well, herself, and it was a little too much for her 'Aah!'
'Ssh.' Sherlock hushed.
The bedroom door opened and John peered in 'Is everything alright? Molly, what are you doing in here?'
'It's fine!' Molly said hurriedly 'Uhm, go back to, uh, whatever it was... you were doing.'
John frowned, sighed and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Sherlock stared down at himself, at Molly, Molly stared back, this was too surreal 'I'm getting a headache.' he held a hand to his head.
'Is this really happening? Because I expected to wake up earlier and then I fell asleep and now I'm awake and this is still happening, and it just got worse because now you're here and you're me and I'm still you and-'
'Stop. Stop talking.' Sherlock held a hand over Molly's/his mouth 'Now is not the time to panic.'
'Now is the perfect time to panic.' Molly hissed 'In case you haven't noticed, we've switched bodies.'
'Yes, I know.'
Sherlock, or Molly, frowned, sniffing 'That's not my perfume.'
'How did John react earlier when you tried to explain?' Sherlock asked, changing the subject.
'He pretty much ignored me.'
Molly, or Sherlock, nodded 'Right. It might be best to leave him out of this, then, I think the more people we leave out of this the better.'
'We don't want everyone thinking we're bonkers.'
'Precisely.'
'So... how did this happen?' Molly asked.
Sherlock frowned 'The last thing I remember is our last client, she was a fan of the supernatural, as I recall, and said something about seeing the woman who loves me, whatever that means.'
Molly nodded, biting Sherlock's bottom lip nervously 'The last thing I remember was that man getting out of the car next to me, he grabbed me, I smelled chloroform, I tried to get away from him but he dragged me into the back of his car, and I passed out about a minute later.' he frowned 'I don't understand how people think chloroform works immediately, it takes a few minutes to really kick in.'
'Idiots.' Sherlock mumbled 'So what did this...?'
'I'd say it was probably that client.' Molly said quietly 'You said she was interested in the supernatural?'
Sherlock nodded.
'Well, this isn't exactly natural.'
'No...'
'And that you couldn't see the woman who loved you?' Molly asked.
'Also that I would see myself through her eyes.' he pulled an incredulous expression, smiling 'What a bunch of nonsense.'
Molly stared at him.
Sherlock finally noticed and stared back at her 'What?'
'John is right, you are so clever.' she said softly 'But when it comes to sentiment you're as thick as two planks.'
Sherlock frowned at her 'What does this have to do with sentiment?'
Molly was caught between not wanting to tell Sherlock how she really felt about him, and really wanting to get out of his body and back into her own 'I know who your client was talking about.'
'Oh?'
'Me.'
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at her, and then nodded slowly to himself 'That would explain...' he trailed off, then finally turned back to her 'You love me?'
Molly drew circles on the sheets with her index finger, staring down at the fabric beneath her fingers 'For a while now...'
Sherlock stared off into space looking confused before finally settling on a question 'Why... didn't you say something?'
'I thought you'd catch on.' Molly said 'I asked you out for coffee once, I don't think you cared enough to pay attention to me, you heard what you wanted to hear I suppose and told me that yes, you'd like coffee, and could I bring it to you? And even though it hurt, because you'd shot me down without realising I brought you your coffee, and as you walked away with it you insulted me.'
Sherlock frowned at her 'I don't remember.'
'No,' Molly said 'You probably deleted it, John says you do that sometimes, but I remember. I always remember. Everytime you ignored me, or paid me enough attention to insult me, or paid me a pretend compliment so that I would do something for you, I always remember.'
'...I'm sorry.' Sherlock said softly 'I am so sorry, Molly.'
Molly nodded without looking up 'Now look where it's got us.'
'Where I've got us.' Sherlock said 'This is my fault for ignoring you.'
Molly nodded 'You always have better things to do, I guess.'
Sherlock reached out and tilted Molly's chin up 'I need to start paying more attention.'
Molly smiled with Sherlock's lips 'This is too strange, we need to fix this.' she frowned 'Are you wearing mens underwear?'
Sherlock pulled the skirt down that had clearly ridden up on the bed sheets 'We need to find the address of my last client, it's on my desk.' he pulled Molly up 'Come on, grab my coat, we're getting out of here.'
'But John-'
'I'll tell him I need you to come to the lab for something.'
Molly nodded 'Okay.' she climbed off of the bed and grabbed Sherlock's coat, pulling it on 'It's so strange being taller than you.'
'And vice versa.' Sherlock grumbled 'Scarf.'
'I know, I know.' Molly picked up Sherlock's scarf and pulled it around her neck 'Okay.'
'Shoes.' Sherlock said flatly.
'Oh right!' Molly slipped Sherlock's shoes on, looking sheepish 'It's just been such a weird day.'
Sherlock nodded Molly's head 'Yes.' he opened the door and walked back into the livingroom and over to the desk 'Sherlock asked me to find something for him, he needs to come to the lab with me to look at some results.' he found the business card of the woman, a Miss.Cantobell 'I'll be back later.'
John frowned over at her '...Are you... staying over?'
Sherlock looked up and over at John 'I mean Sherlock, Sherlock will be back later, I'm sure.' she smiled encouragingly, and John stared at her as if she'd gone mad.
Molly walked into the livingroom, smiled apologetically at John and then headed for the door, Sherlock hurried after him, or rather, her. It was too confusing, and they were both much too confused, and stressed and, in Molly's case, emotional and worried that it might never be fixed.
Sherlock had the address, they hailed a cab when they got downstairs and headed to her apartment, hoping that this mess could be reversed, and soon.
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Despite the lateness of their call Miss Cantobell came to her door, and sighed when she saw them standing on the doorstep 'Come in.' she waved her hand and walked back into her flat, letting them walk in after her, Molly got the door and followed after Sherlock.
They ended up in the livingroom with cups of tea and a plate of biscuits, something that Molly was very pleased about, she hadn't eaten in too long.
'Stop eating the biscuits.' Sherlock snapped 'I don't want to end up looking like my brother.'
Molly put the biscuit that she had just picked up back down on the plate and went back to sipping her tea, and then added 'I don't usually have sugar in my tea.'
Sherlock rolled Molly's eyes and turned to Miss Cantobell who was glaring at him 'Fix this.' he then added, quietly 'Please.'
'I'd definitely appreciate it if you could.' Molly said 'This is much too strange.'
'Have you learned anything?' Miss Cantobell asked, looking at Sherlock.
Sherlock glared at her 'Apparently Molly loves me.'
'And how do you feel about that?'
'Feel.' Sherlock mumbled and put his tea down 'If you could just fix this so that we could leave, that would be good.'
'Don't you feel anything?' Miss Cantobell asked 'This girl has just opened her heart to you, and you can't tell her how you feel?'
'Do I have to?' Sherlock asked.
'Yes.' Miss Cantobell growled.
'Fine.' Sherlock hissed and turned to Molly, he took a deep breath and actually thought about what he'd say, usually when he spoke to her he didn't bother, he just spoke, but he got the feeling this time that it might be good if he took a moment to reflect on what he was about to say her.
Molly was making Sherlock's cheeks turn pink.
'Molly,' Sherlock said softly with Molly's voice 'I... appreciate everything that you've done for me, despite knowing that I was... using you, and thank you for every cup of tea and coffee you have ever made for me, and thank you for everything else, anything that you've ever done, and gone out of your way to do for me just to get my attention. I am so sorry that I never paid you enough attention, and I'm even more sorry... that I can't return your feelings.' he frowned 'I've never fully understood sentiment, and that makes it difficult to notice when people are... applying it.'
Molly nodded Sherlock's head, staring down at her tea 'It's alright, I expected as much.' she looked up at him 'Do I at least get to know who it is you like, really? I know you say you don't understand sentiment but I know there's someone out there.'
Sherlock frowned at her 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'You're wearing men's underwear, you smell like cologne and you have a love bite on my neck.'
'...Ah.' Sherlock said 'Uhm.' he turned back to Miss Cantobell 'Now?'
Miss Cantobell stared at him 'I think Molly here should be allowed to know who you think is better than her.'
Sherlock rolled Molly's eyes and turned back to Molly 'He's...'
'Ah.' Molly said, voice just above a whisper.
Sherlock was turning Molly's cheeks pink without realising 'He's like me.' he said quietly 'He doesn't understand sentiment, either.'
Molly nodded 'Maybe if I'd been colder.'
'No.' Miss Cantobell said 'You're perfectly nice.' she smiled 'Sherlock here just isn't the right man for you, but you'll meet your perfect partner eventually. Now, both of you lay back and relax,' they both did as she said, putting their teas down 'You're both about to black out.'
-
Sherlock and Molly regained consciousness at exactly the same time, they sat up, looked at each other and sighed heavily, back to normal, and once again in their ownbodies.
'Thank you!' Molly said excitedly to Miss. Cantobell 'Thank you so much.'
'And for the tea.' Sherlock said, getting up and heading for the door 'Come on Molly, I'll walk you home, you don't live far from here.'
Molly climbed up from the couch and headed for the door.
'Hang on,' Miss Cantobell stood, picking up a card from her table she handed it to Molly 'Have some fun, you might find something you've been missing.'
Molly stared down at the card, it read Irene Adler, Dominatrix 'Oh! I really don't think-'
'Trust me.' Miss Cantobell said.
'Yes, trust the woman who forced us to switch bodies.' Sherlock mumbled by the door.
Molly pocketed the card, smiled at Miss Cantobell and followed Sherlock out, back into the cold London night 'Who's underwear am I really wearing, Sherlock?'
Sherlock sighed 'Try not to think about it.'
'And how did you get away from the man with the chloroform?'
'I said-'
'Fine.' Molly grumbled angrily as she walked beside him down the pavement 'Don't tell me, but you can't leave everyone in the dark.'
Sherlock nodded vaguely, walking in the direction of her flat 'Are you... alright?'
'Fine.' Molly said 'Just wondering if you managed to get me pregnant earlier.'
'We used protection.' Sherlock said quietly.
'Oh good.' Molly almost growled.
Sherlock put his hands in his coat pockets 'I'm sorry.'
Molly nodded 'Thank you.'
They reached her flat fifteen minutes later, Molly unlocked the door, but Sherlock caught her arm before she walked inside.
'Molly,' Sherlock said quietly 'Help me, I can't decide...' he took a deep breath 'Would it be kinder to kiss you goodnight, and tell you that, if it doesn't work out with who I'm... with now, I might come calling? Or would it be kinder to simply say goodnight?'
'You really don't get it, do you?'
Sherlock shook his head 'No.'
Molly kissed Sherlock's cheek and gave him a sad smile, she turned and walked into her flat, closing the door behind her.
Sherlock stepped back, sighing he turned and headed for the street to catch a cab, he wanted to go home, and shower, and sleep, it was far too late and he was far too tired.
-
Sherlock awoke early the next morning to a text, he sat up in bed sleepily, reaching for his mobile to see who it was, probably Mycroftasking for help on the Government's behalf.
At the Baglioni, come and find me darling.
- Jim Moriarty x.
'Morning sex?' Sherlock grumbled 'This is a new form of torture.'
-
Sherlock had been informed at the reception desk of the room, apparently they had been given a description of him. He knocked gently on the bedroom door, moved to stand beside it just in case anyone had intended to shoot him through the wood and waited, when the door didn't explode in a shower of wood he turned the handle and stepped inside.
Jim Moriarty was stood on the balcony with a drink in his hand, overlooking Hyde Park in the morning light, he didn't turn when Sherlock walked in.
Sherlock closed the door behind him, glancing around at the bedroom, the floor was covered in white tiles, the whole room was done in creams and browns, the sheets were striped and matched the curtains, all silk like the chairs and sofa across the room, plush and beautiful and incredibly expensive.
'You managed to get your body back then.' Moriarty said, smiling.
Sherlock walked out to the balcony and stopped beside Moriarty 'I abhor being woken up in the mornings.'
'Too bad.' Moriarty smirked 'Sleep well?'
Sherlock sighed heavily 'Did you want something?'
'Yes.' Moriarty finally turned to him, smirking, he leaned past Sherlock to put his drink down on the table behind him and whispered into his ear 'You.'
'I thought as much.' Sherlock sighed as a tingle ran through him.
'And now that you have your body back...'
'Yes?' Sherlock asked softly.
'You're not a virgin anymore, here.' Moriarty pressed his right index finger to Sherlock's forehead 'But here...' he brushed his hand over Sherlock's crotch 'It's going to be fun stealing your virginity twice.'
'I could quite easily walk out of here and leave you to your own devices.' Sherlock said darkly.
'Hmm.' Moriarty grinned 'But I think you want to stay, and find out if it's as good in your own body as it was in Molly's.' he stared up at him 'Aren't you curious?'
Sherlock's heart was beating a little too fast, he moved in closer to Moriarty, just a fraction 'Perhaps...'
'This way.' Moriarty said softly and took Sherlock's hand, leading him back into the bedroom and over to the bed, he stopped with him at the foot, turning he pushed Sherlock's coat and jacket back off of his shoulders, he leaned in, breathing him in 'Please keep shaking.' he said just above a whisper.
'I'm not-'
'Liar.' Moriarty grinned, running his thumb over Sherlock's bottom lip 'Sherlock, your body betrays you.' he ran his hand down Sherlock's shirt till his fingers caught at the top of his trousers, he flipped the button undone and put his palm against the zip, pushing Sherlock back against the bed 'Lay down.'
Sherlock leaned in against Moriarty, breathing softly against his lips 'I'm not good at taking orders.'
'And I'm not good at saying please.' Moriarty said darkly.
They stared into each others eyes for too many seconds, finally kissing, as if that would solve the problem, and somehow it did, Moriarty put his hand on Sherlock's chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, being forceful, but gentle enough that Sherlock was allowing it.
'Why are you so much more nervous now?' Moriarty whispered just above Sherlock's lips 'And don't try to deny it, I don't suffer liars.'
Sherlock sighed 'The first time we did this, we were arguing.'
'You were distracted.' Moriarty grinned down at him 'You don't have enough space in your mind to multi-task? You couldn'tbe nervous and argumentative at the same time?'
Sherlock glared up at him 'You're distracting.'
'Am I now?' Moriarty asked 'Tell me, in what way am I distracting?' he put two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked, wetting them.
Sherlock's eyelids fluttered, he knew exactly why Moriarty was wetting his fingers, and the thrill of what might happen next ran through him 'You're dangerous.'
'Yes?' Moriarty asked, unzipping Sherlock's trousers.
Sherlock's heartbeat was picking up again 'Handsome...'
'Mmm?' Moriarty asked as he tugged Sherlock's trousers down and off, he angled his right knee and spread Sherlock's legs easily, leaning over him, keeping eye contact 'Go on?'
'Sly.' Sherlock said, narrowing his eyes.
'Yes.' Moriarty smirked, pressing his fingertip to Sherlock's entrance 'Anything else?' he leaned in closer, brushing their lips together 'Hm?'
'Merciless.' Sherlock whispered.
'And don't you forget it.' Moriarty kissed him as he slid his fingers inside, and Sherlock gasped against his mouth, struggling for air as Moriarty explored his mouth with his tongue.
It didn't take Moriarty long to find Sherlock's sweet spot, and he knew exactly when he hadfound it, because Sherlock let out a surprised moan, and he suddenly stopped caring about keeping quiet, or keeping up with the kissing, he was pulling away from Moriarty's lips and moaning, arching his back beneath him and lifting them both off of the mattress.
Moriarty bit Sherlock's bottom lip as Sherlock tried to pull away again, determined to hold on, he kept their lips locked, he felt the rush of air against his face as Sherlock tried madly to get enough air through his nose, but he eventually had to tear away, closing his eyes and letting out another moan, so close now.
He gave up with kissing Sherlock's lips, finally, and concentrated on kissing Sherlock's neck instead, working him open with his fingers, applying pressure when he wanted Sherlock to moan again and grinning against his skin, he could tell he was close, any moment now Sherlock would come, and then he could finallytake him properly.
Sherlock's orgasm finally hit, he let out a ragged moan as Moriarty worked to prolong it, as the heat of the climax rushed through him, tangling his brain up with bliss for a few short seconds, he collapsed on the sheets, spent, tired, and blushing.
Moriarty kissed Sherlock's chin softly 'What a lovelysinging voice.' he teased.
Sherlock covered his eyes with his hand 'I think you bring out the worst in me.'
'Excellent.' Moriarty grinned, leaning back and retrieving a condom from his pocket 'Roll over, it'll be easier if you're on your front.'
Sherlock gave Moriarty a suspicious look, he rolled over onto his front, he didn't like giving Moriarty his back but he doubted he'd choose nowto stab him.
Moriarty leaned back down over Sherlock, parting Sherlock's legs a little more and running a finger down his spine 'Ready?'
'Complicated question.' Sherlock replied quietly, he felt lips against the back of his neck and tensed, suddenly more nervous than he had been before, there was a weight pressing against his entrance, thick and hot and throbbing.
'The more you shake, the more you give away.' Moriarty whispered against his ear, taking Sherlock's wrists in his hands and pinning them to the sheets.
'Fuck me.' Sherlock whispered, gripping the sheets tight, Moriarty pressed his hard cock to his entrance and thrust forward with as much strength as he could muster, no taking it slow, no being gentle. Sherlock cried out as Moriarty leaned over him, kissing the back of his neck as he built up a rhythm.
'Relax, sexy.' Moriarty breathed against his ear 'Tensing will only make it hurt more.'
Sherlock closed his eyes and forced his body to relax, it was difficult, he didn't trust Moriarty, he wasn't sure of the situation and he didn't know how this would end, but he wanted this to feel good, and he wanted to obey. He relaxed, and instantly it began to feel better, as Moriarty thrust into him again, hitting the right spot inside of him.
'Much better.' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's ear, he bit the top of his ear gently, but hard enough to make it bleed, he thrust into him again, rocking forward, and Sherlock moaned beneath him, a sound he had been longing to hear in this situation. Finally, it was all coming together.
As hard as he tried to concentrate and catalogue what he was feeling Sherlock's mind was abandoning him to more primal thoughts, faster, harder, please. Each thrust hit his sweet spot, each thrust brought a moan from his lips, his breathing was growing ragged, this was bliss, this was the best feeling in the world, it was perfect, and it was getting better. But why did it have to be Jim Moriarty? But right now that didn't matter, all that mattered was the feeling, and he wanted it to last.
Moriarty was sucking against Sherlock's neck, leaving behind a dark bruise on his skin as he drove himself into him, his rhythm speeding up as both their orgasms began to build, he closed his eyes for a moment, head hung, simply listening to the sound of Sherlock's moans, when he opened his eyes he was grinning, Sherlock hadn't complained when he'd left a love bite on his neck, he wondered how far he could push it. He was about to make a suggestion when Sherlock beat him to it.
'Harder...' Sherlock breathed, moaning again, he felt Moriarty pause above him for a second, and then it changed, Moriarty thrust into him hard enough that it almost hurt, but the pleasure that it created was worth every moment, and brought him ever closer to climax.
'I'll make a masochist of you yet.' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's ear as he rammed into him, drawing more moans from him, bringing them both closer to climax.
Sherlock's brilliant mind had abandoned him at this point, he was too far gone, all he could focus on was the feeling, and the need to orgasm, minutes later he got his wish. His orgasm washed over and through him, numbing him and leaving him locked in bliss, he felt a twinge of pain in his shoulder, but nothing more than a twinge, something far off, the bliss began to fade after a few moments, he felt Moriarty come inside of him, sending a shiver straight up his spine.
As Sherlock regained more feeling his shoulder began to ache, and sting and hurt more and more, Moriarty sat back behind him, allowing him to roll onto his back, he touched a hand to his shoulder and it came away bloody, he looked up at Moriarty to see a few specks of blood on his lips, it would be pointless to point out that Moriarty had bitten him, and also pointless to ask why, Moriarty was obviously sadistic, so the only thing he could really do was say 'Ah.' to let Moriarty know he'd worked it out already.
Moriarty simply grinned, sitting back on his legs looking pleased and sated 'You would be absolutely perfect, if it wasn't for your annoying sense of justice.'
'If only you had a conscience.' Sherlock sighed.
Moriarty simply smirked, he leaned in, pressing his face against Sherlock's, so their noses touched 'Want to go again?'
A smile caught at the corner of Sherlock's lips 'Yes.'
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