I'm Jim Moriarty
The one who killed Carl Powers
The one who worked on IT
The one who spent a night at the Woman (and survived it)
The one who wasn't found guilty
The one who made you jump off of the rooftop.
The one in the Westwood suit
The one one with the sunglasses and chewing gum
The one who owns the Tiger
The one who stalks The Boys
The one who has the ability to solve your problem.
The one who you should call
The one who sat, sits and will always sit on the Throne
//Jim Moriarty (BBC Sherlock) roleplay-cosplay blog
Okay, so I’ll just sit here, in the living room, until son gets home.
Wait no how did you even find out I barred the door with a chair.
Alex…Do you seriously think a single freaking chair can block me or even your father? I’m disappointed. I really should’ve show you a few tricks.
No I just thought you may have some thought for privacy but obviously I was wrong, and no I don’t want to talk not after last time.
Sneaking out of the house is not about privacy, my sweet strawberry jam. I could’ve think you got kidnapped.
Cait had flushed upon her boss entering the bathroom in the first place, scrambling to cover herself. However, as he’d started stripping, she’d relaxed a bit. As he slipped into the tub with her, she relaxed against him. “Hi. What brought this on?”
"No, please." Jim murmured still pressing his lips to the woman’s head. His eyes were closed and body was relaxed. "Don’t call me James. It’s just Jim."
"…Alright. Jim." She kissed his cheek. "I understand. But..let this happen. Let us happen." She curled against him again. She seemed almost fragile against him like that, but the woman was anything but.
Jim let the woman lean to him, smoothing her hair gently. “Okay. Just keep it secret, it’s our secret, right?” He smirked resting his chin on Caitria’s head.
Jim was tired, he had a horribly long meeting with some dunce clients and he just had enough of people for the rest of the day. He decided to go home to his house on the edge of London, even if some of his snipers might have been there. He was searching for his keys in his pocket when the door suddenly opened and Caitria appeared. She looked deep into his eyes for a minute, then kissed him.
Jim was surprised, and couldn’t react for first, but later on he returned the kiss, but more gently.
"What was this?" he asked finally, when she let him go.
Jim placed soft kisses down on her neck, then pulled away to look into Cait’s eyes. “It’s all what I can do, dear.” He smirked teasingly.
"No!" She practically whined against him, shoulders slumping. Her lips searched for his again. "Give me more." She pressed her pretty red lips into a pout. "Please?"
"I’m not sure if I can, my sweetheart. You are still a tiny bit drunk, don’t you think." Jim grinned pulling away to avoid Caitria’s touch, and tracing his gaze up and down on her. "Oh, please. Don’t look at me like that." The criminal rolled his eyes, and placed a gentle kiss on the woman’s cheek. "Here."
I can do that. CA
Do I not get background? History? CA
"Here." Jim pointed at the door and pulled out a few cards, including that one, he just got from the dead man. The criminal slided them one by one into the panel on the wall, nex to the door.
A perfectly-manicured eyebrow arched, as the woman watched her boss work. It was almost entrancing watching the way his fingers worked to slide each card into the panel carefully. “I’ll bite. Why?”
The criminal waved off the woman as he was working on the door. When he finished with the cards, he pulled the handle, but for his biggest surprise, it didn’t let.
"No, wait." He murmured looking back at the panel. "I missed something." Jim looked down on his watch, then back again. "Oh, no, come on, it must work. I didn’t murder a man for nothing."
Stunning! I loved the voice. And it was all over, on every screen! Just perfect. JMx
"Faster than this? I doubt you can." Jim grinned daringly, taking a bite to his mouth. "Nah, you have time. Don’t rush, the bed will wait for us."
Sebastian made inhuman noises again before slowing down a bit. “Fine.” He watched Jim eating his own pancakes. “All you want , Boss. You are the one responsible for my time schedule. “
Jim hummed chewing on the pancake, and stretched as he finished. “It was very nice, Bastie.” he pushed the plate away, nodding contently. “I think I’m ready, but take your time, dear.”
The Sniper tho, was still finished quickly after Jim. “I am also ready.” he grinned predator like and stood up. “Shall we?”
"Of course." Jim smirked back mischievously, and walked towards the bedroom, hands slid in his pockets. "Don’t be late."