'The Night Visitor', BBC Sherlock, Moriarty/John. Creepy Levels of Possessiveness & Endearments. Part 3
“I think it’s time you and your bomb left” he replied forcefully. “Before I DO decide to wake Sherlock” he hissed with a new found authority. Without losing eye contact with Moriaty and holding the covers tightly around him, he boldly rose to his feet and faced him fearlessly.
Moriaty drew nearer to him, his face only millimetres away from his. John stared into his eyes and tried to remain the more confident of the two but he could tell from the way Moriaty was looking at him that he wasn’t about to give in.
“Be careful sweetheart” He urged, raising his left hand and tenderly caressing John’s cheek, before stroking it down the back of his neck “I know that in reality you’re not as confident as you make yourself out to be, whereas, I really am.”
His right index finger softly brushed against John’s lips causing him to jump, the more intimate touch catching him off guard. Realising this, Moriaty forcefully grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him close and kissed him roughly. John gasped. Moriaty’s finger traced its way tenderly down his chest and tugged playfully at the covers. For a reason absolutely unknown to himself John felt quite shocked by how powerless and unable to resist he was. Moriaty tugged a bit harder and the sheets fell to the floor as John grabbed handfuls of tailored suit collar, held on tightly and pulled him closer. Moriaty traced his finger down John’s neck and back causing him to gasp and then shudder at his touch. Moriarty pushed him against the wall his hand caressing him and gently teasing him. John let out a small moan and shuddered at his touch, regretting it instantly when the kiss was immediately removed from his lips. He cursed himself, cross that he had failed to keep control. He felt sure that those few seconds of pleasure could possibly have cost the lives of himself and those around him.
Moriaty tutted, shook his head and looked deep into John’s eyes. “Oh dear! I’m very disappointed Honey. That was all far, far too easy”, his tone was caustic. “I thought you of all people would have fought against me a little bit harder than that!” With his hand still holding the back of his neck tightly, he touched forehead to forehead with John. John could feel his breath on his still moist lips.
“Well…No explosions tonight darling” he sang lightly as he pointed towards the box and turned the led light off. He turned serious, “Next time I call to see you John, I need you to resist me much, much more than you just did….. otherwise….. ‘BOOM!’” he hissed loudly as he roughly pushed John back against the wall, turned, picked up the bomb and walked out of the room.
Hahaha I've just noticed that my spell checker has removed all the 'r's from Moriarty's name! I think I spelt it wrong the first time and it's corrected them all to the same! lol!
Part 3
“I think it’s time you and your bomb left” he replied forcefully. “Before I DO decide to wake Sherlock” he hissed with a new found authority. Without losing eye contact with Moriaty and holding the covers tightly around him, he boldly rose to his feet and faced him fearlessly.
Moriaty drew nearer to him, his face only millimetres away from his. John stared into his eyes and tried to remain the more confident of the two but he could tell from the way Moriaty was looking at him that he wasn’t about to give in.
“Be careful sweetheart” He urged, raising his left hand and tenderly caressing John’s cheek, before stroking it down the back of his neck “I know that in reality you’re not as confident as you make yourself out to be, whereas, I really am.”
His right index finger softly brushed against John’s lips causing him to jump, the more intimate touch catching him off guard. Realising this, Moriaty forcefully grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him close and kissed him roughly. John gasped. Moriaty’s finger traced its way tenderly down his chest and tugged playfully at the covers. For a reason absolutely unknown to himself John felt quite shocked by how powerless and unable to resist he was. Moriaty tugged a bit harder and the sheets fell to the floor as John grabbed handfuls of tailored suit collar, held on tightly and pulled him closer. Moriaty traced his finger down John’s neck and back causing him to gasp and then shudder at his touch. Moriarty pushed him against the wall his hand caressing him and gently teasing him. John let out a small moan and shuddered at his touch, regretting it instantly when the kiss was immediately removed from his lips. He cursed himself, cross that he had failed to keep control. He felt sure that those few seconds of pleasure could possibly have cost the lives of himself and those around him.
Moriaty tutted, shook his head and looked deep into John’s eyes.
“Oh dear! I’m very disappointed Honey. That was all far, far too easy”, his tone was caustic. “I thought you of all people would have fought against me a little bit harder than that!”
With his hand still holding the back of his neck tightly, he touched forehead to forehead with John. John could feel his breath on his still moist lips.
“Well…No explosions tonight darling” he sang lightly as he pointed towards the box and turned the led light off. He turned serious, “Next time I call to see you John, I need you to resist me much, much more than you just did….. otherwise….. ‘BOOM!’” he hissed loudly as he roughly pushed John back against the wall, turned, picked up the bomb and walked out of the room.
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