Misophonia
Title: Misophonia
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 171
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to ACD, Mofftiss, and the BBC. Except for the feels.
Summary: Jim can't sleep, and there's only one person who can fix that.
A/N: This turned out much fluffier than I imagined it, but I like it anyway and I'm too lazy to try to make it less so.
A square of light appeared on the ceiling and the bedside table vibrated loudly as Sebastian Moran received an incoming text. He groaned and rolled over in bed, craning his neck to see who the sender was.
Seb, I can't sleep, as the neighbors are being raucously annoying. - JM
Sebastian sat up, blinking sleep out of his eyes, and prepared to deal with the problem. His phone buzzed in his hand, making him jump.
I believe they're having a party, to which, I might add, I was not invited to. - JM
Before he could put the phone down, he received another text.
I mean we. - JM
This almost elicited a smile from the colonel.
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Jim smiled as all of a sudden, it became blessedly silent. He lifted his mobile to send off another text.
Thank you. -JM
He turned over on his side as he felt a weight on the other side of the bed. Two minutes later, Sebastian Moran was asleep in the consulting criminal's arms.
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 171
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to ACD, Mofftiss, and the BBC. Except for the feels.
Summary: Jim can't sleep, and there's only one person who can fix that.
A/N: This turned out much fluffier than I imagined it, but I like it anyway and I'm too lazy to try to make it less so.
A square of light appeared on the ceiling and the bedside table vibrated loudly as Sebastian Moran received an incoming text. He groaned and rolled over in bed, craning his neck to see who the sender was.
Seb, I can't sleep, as the neighbors are being raucously annoying. - JM
Sebastian sat up, blinking sleep out of his eyes, and prepared to deal with the problem. His phone buzzed in his hand, making him jump.
I believe they're having a party, to which, I might add, I was not invited to. - JM
Before he could put the phone down, he received another text.
I mean we. - JM
This almost elicited a smile from the colonel.
-
Jim smiled as all of a sudden, it became blessedly silent. He lifted his mobile to send off another text.
Thank you. -JM
He turned over on his side as he felt a weight on the other side of the bed. Two minutes later, Sebastian Moran was asleep in the consulting criminal's arms.