Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
(I do not, I repeat DO NOT, own this gif! This belongs to the lovely Hellaliterate (@hellaliterate) )
Masterlist
<- Previous Chapter
The girl begins to pace around her room, glancing at the alarm clock sitting on her nightstand. It has been only a few hours since Michael left the house and worries if David or the Lost Boys caught up with him. “Michael, where are you?” she asked herself, trying to calm down by looking around the posters on her walls. Not even her favorite Michael Jackson poster was able to ease the nerves. With Amelia’s back facing the window, she didn’t notice a familiar presence standing close behind her. The scent of weed and death filled the air as a voice whispered, “Knock knock, sweetheart~”
Amelia gasped, grabbing the large shard of glass from the trash, pointing it directly at the platinum blonde. David blinked innocently, “No kiss hello? I’m wounded”
“Don’t come anywhere near me, David” Amelia hissed, “You know what you did to me and Michael, yet you don’t feel sorry for it?!”
“Not at all”
David roamed around the bedroom like he owned the place, looking and observing the trinkets and picking up a book on the ground. The golden font shone in the moonlight as he opened a random page in The Phantom of the Opera. In the book, there was an illustration of the Phantom seducing Christine to be part of his Music of The Night.
“You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” asked Amelia
“Why would I want to kill my mate?” asked David, “I only came here to see how you were doing. And judging by the state you’re in, I assume the thought of becoming one of us frightens you”
Amelia remained silent, pointing the shard at the platinum blonde moving around the bedroom.
“I understand your fear, Amelia. I was like you 90 years ago, but look at me now. I’ve learned to embrace it, and so will you in time. I had a good reason for turning you though”
David stops at the nightstand, opening the drawer to pull out an orange medication bottle, tossing it in the air a few times.
Seeing the pills were enough for Amelia to know the answer why David turned her in the first place, lowering her weapon slowly in the process.
“You finally understand, don’t you sweetheart?” asked David, “I did this out of the kindness of my cold dead heart.”
Amelia laughed coldly, “You think all this was enough to make me happy? You wanted me to come up to you saying ‘Oh David, you’ve saved my life! How could I ever repay you’ like you’re some fucking hero out of a comic book?!”
David kept his composure as Amelia let out her anger, his smile remained unfazed.
The girl marched up to the platinum blonde and grabbed him by the throat, “You’re a sick bastard, you know that?!”
David grasped Amelia’s wrist, slowly raising it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on her bleeding palm. She knew what he was trying to do, glaring at the platinum blonde as his tongue lingered against the cut, savoring the sweet taste of blood. Those very eyes she saw the night before came back to haunt her. The very eyes that showed just a spark of humanity in those icy blue hues. No, Amelia wasn’t going to lose herself to him, not again. David saw this and pulled himself away from the girl’s hand, “There’s no need to resist, sweetheart. I know all your deepest, darkest desires. So go ahead and lose yourself to me”
Amelia shook her head in response, slowly stepping back as David stepped forward. Her back meets her dresser, knocking a few trinkets from the slight bump.
“Come on, Mia~” David cooed, “You can’t be like this forever and you know it”
“No,” said Amelia, trying to sound serious but her voice broke.
The girl turned her face away, only for the platinum blonde to cup her chin and turn her face to look at him. The longer she looked at David, the harder it became to resist his power. Her tense body slowly starts to relax as the platinum blonde slowly pressed himself against her. The gap between slowly closing as David leans in for a kiss. Their lips brushed against each other, as if testing the waters of one another.
Neither of them knew who made the first move, but it didn’t matter at this point. The sounds of muffled moans echoed in the bedroom, trinkets falling off the dresser as David picked up Amelia with ease. His fingerless gloved hands grasped firmly on Amelia’s waist as they kissed, slowly moving his lips down the girl’s chin. Amelia was in bliss, grasping David’s broad shoulder in one hand, the other holding his platinum blonde locks. David chuckled as he felt the tight grip on his head, smelling the sweet scent against Amelia’s neck before taking a bite. Amelia gasped at the sudden sharpness of his fangs in her neck, which quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. Oh how sweet her blood tasted, he wished he could suck her dry. A part of David wanted to, but he didn’t want to harm the girl any further.
The platinum blonde pulls away, blood dripping down his chin as he watches the bite mark vanish. His icy eyes looked up at a flustered Amelia, breathing heavily and hungry for more. This only made David chuckle deeply, removing his leather jacket to reveal his sculpted pale skin to the girl, “Have a taste, sweetheart. I promise you it won’t count as a kill”
A part of Amelia wanted to resist, but the smell of blood only drove her crazy. It happened fast, David being pinned onto the bed across the room with Amelia on top. The platinum blonde chuckled, “You’re quite strong for someone with a weak heart. Guess it means you were born to be one of- Agh!”
David hissed as soon as Amelia’s sharp fangs dug into his neck. It was a bit painful since it’s been a while. That pain quickly turned to pleasure as he held the girl close.
For a moment, David could hear the sound of sobbing. It was soft but noticeable for his vampire ears to hear. He too remembered the first time he drank someone’s blood. A poor innocent bystander that was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He remembered how scared he was after killing someone, tears streaming down his face while covered in blood. David runs his fingers through Amelia’s dark curls to comfort her as she drinks, “I know you’re scared of killing, sweetheart. But I promise you that you won’t be afraid anymore. I can protect you and Michael, even the rest of your family”
Amelia pulls away, her soft pink lips stained red and fangs on full display.
The platinum blonde wipes the blood of the girl’s lips with his thumb, “I’ll give you time to think about it. There’s no use forcing you, Amelia. But the next time we meet, I hope to get an answer”
Before Amelia could say anything, David placed her into a deep sleep, letting her collapse onto the bed. He sits up and brushed a strand of the girl’s curl away from her sweet face, “Sleep well, Amelia”
The platinum blonde gets up and grabs his leather jacket, glancing over his shoulder before vanishing into the night. Meanwhile, Michael rides his motorbike across town to the Boardwalk. The moment he arrived, there she was sitting alone looking at the night sky. This time however, Star’s eyes looked worried, even terrified. She looked down to see a rather angry Michael marching his way toward her. “So, this was your plan all along?” asked Michael, “To make me and Amelia like them? Like you?”
“We aren’t like them, Michael” said Star
“How could you do this to me? To my sister?”
There was hurt in Michael’s voice, one of betrayal and fear.
Star was starting to get angry, “I never wanted any of this to happen! Especially not to you or Mia”
Michael rolled his eyes as Star climbed down the ladder of the billboard, “Oh cause you like me so much?”
“I tried to warn you, I begged you not to go in there”
“You told me to drink!”
Star couldn’t believe how naïve Michael was. How a sweet guy like him falls for David’s tricks to become a vampire. But what truly broke her heart was the real plan David has in store. Michael admits he had much worse hits than anyone can imagine, wishing he did fight David and his brothers that night.
“This is a war you can’t win, Michael” said Star, “David will find you, his blood is in your veins”
Michael went silent for a moment, “What am I now?”
“You and Mia are like me, a half. Not alive or dead, trapped somewhere in between”
“Until we make our first kill”
The night at the bonfire played in the back of Michael’s mind. The very image of Amelia in her monstrous vampire form ready to devour her first kill until she held herself back. The fear in her eyes as she fights her humanity and monstrous form like a soldier fighting a battle they cannot win. Then he remembered David’s words ‘She’s my mate, Michael. I was only after her until you showed up.’
The older Emerson glanced at Star, “But is it true? Amelia is David’s mate?”
Star nods silently, afraid to speak of the matter.
That one gesture only made Michael even more pissed off, not at Star or David but himself. But then another thought came to him, the events of the night he met Star at the boardwalk, the ear piercing at the pier, “The other night”
Star felt tears streaming down her face, “You were supposed to be my first. It’s what David wanted”
“So why didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t… But only a matter of time, it’s getting harder and harder for me to resist”
Michael started to feel sorry for Star, seeing Amelia was right about trusting her. Deep down, he could see the girl in front of him was just as broken as he and his sister are. Star wipes the tears off her face, “I’m sorry, Michael. I wish we’d never met”
“Don’t say that,” said Michael, pulling Star into his strong arms for a tight embrace.
This action surprised the mystery girl, but somehow it felt so comforting much like the last time they embraced.
“You’re a bolt of lightning, Star. I had to know you the night we met”
Star laughed softly through her tears, “Honestly, making me feel was frightening when I met you”
“My god, you were burning so bright on that stage”
This made Star realize that Michael could see something within her, the dreamer she used to be so long ago. For so long the two felt like the only way to live was to survive. The moment they both met, they felt alive. Maybe Michael and Star could disappear into the atmosphere together, forget about everything that’s ever happened and live a life of happiness. Just so long as they stay by each other’s side, being each other’s light through the darkness. Then somehow, it was as if their hearts connected the moment they shared a passionate kiss. The sparks between them grew brighter as they held each other close and stayed together, wishing the night would last forever.
Back at the Emerson cabin, Amelia wakes up to find her room empty. The events between her and David appeared in the back of her mind, blushing and blaming herself for what happened. Just as she changed into proper clothes and cleaned up the mess, there was a knock at her door. “Michael, is that you?” She asked, opening the door to see a very distressed Sam standing right in front of her, “Sammy?”
“I screwed up,” he said, entering the room with guilt in his eyes.
“Why? What happened?”
The younger Emerson explained what happened at dinner, thinking Max was the head vampire turned into a complete disaster.
The middle Emerson listened, watching her little brother sit on her bed, burying his face into his hands. This scene broke her heart and slowly joined her little brother, hugging him for comfort.
“I told mom to read the comic Edgar and Alan showed me to prove I wasn’t lying,” he said with a broken voice, “I’m just so worried about you and Mike. I just…”
The boy started to break, sobbing into his sister’s shoulder. Amelia didn’t say anything, allowing her little brother to let his emotions out and comfort him as best as could. Once Sam calmed down, Amelia cups her brother’s tear stained face to speak, “Listen to me, Sammy. I know what I am now and so does Michael. We both appreciate what you’re doing to protect us, we really do. But this can be very dangerous so I need you to do the best you can. Most importantly, keep yourself safe, we don’t want to hurt you or mom. Do this for us, Sam… please”
Sam could only nod, feeling a bit better knowing his siblings would be alright. But deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to Amelia once all this was over. The middle Emerson smiled sadly, “And for what it's worth, you’re not soft. You’re probably the bravest kid I’ve ever met. Heck, you’re braver than me and Mike at this point”
Sam saw what his sister was trying to do, smiling softly as he wiped his tears.
“But now that you know what Mike and I have become, I think it’s time you know the truth about Dad. About who he really was-”
“No,” said Sam, “I’d rather not. It’s probably best I didn’t know the kind of person Dad really was”
Amelia nods, agreeing that it was probably best not to tell her little brother.
“But you guys didn’t kill anyone right?”
The girl shook her head
“Good, which means you and Mike are still half vampires. So there’s still time and I think I have a plan”
Synopsis: After the showdown at the Emerson house, Max is left dead by Lucy's hand, and Marko by Sammie's, but everyone else is still alive. Or as close as they can be to it. In the aftermath of the events of the story, Michael tries to pick up the pieces with David, and David learns that he doesn't have to be alone.
Characters: Michael Emerson, David, Star, Paul, Dwayne, Marko (mentioned), Sammie Emerson, Lucy Emerson
Notes: Alright y'all here's part 1! I'm thinking this story will be on the shorter end of fics I've written, but please enjoy my semi fix-it AU. I fucking love these guys. Also, I know the picture is from the movie, which I absolutely love, but this fic will be set around the events of the musical, and I'm envisioning those versions of the characters. Enjoy!
The cliffs towered over him as he stopped his bike at the bottom of the path, staring upwards and taking a moment to catch his breath. The sky was clear tonight, the moon cutting a brilliant slice of white across the churning water of the bay. There was no noise from the cave. There was no noise at all, save for the water and his own heartbeat thrumming in his ears.
He watched his step carefully as he started the steep descent to the mouth of the cave below, trying to avoid the places that were covered in algae and water. His sneakers squeaked as he slowly made his way, and he prayed that nobody would hear, even though he likely wasn’t that lucky. It had only been an hour or so since his miraculous transformation, and he remembered in excruciating detail what it was like to hear everything, down to the wing beats of the bugs tapping against his window and Sammie’s heartbeat fading in his neck as Max pinned him in place with a magic he didn’t understand and now would never possess. He was grateful that at least that part of things was over.
As he reached the entrance, he strained to listen. He wanted some sign that David was asleep, some sign that he might be able to check on his wellbeing without being the target of his supernatural rage. Star had begged to come with him, explained over and over that David was more powerful than he knew, even now, but he had insisted, and taken off on his bike before there could be any more argument. Stripped of her vampiric powers, she hadn’t been able to follow. His chest twinged with guilt as he remembered her and Sammie calling after him, but he had to know. There was no point in pretending David wouldn’t be back, wouldn’t haunt him for the rest of his mortal life if he didn’t do something, didn’t try to make things right. Nobody was safe until he tried his best to repair this, anyway he could. Even if it meant trying to talk down someone he’d tried to kill hours before.
He didn’t dare to even breathe as he crossed the threshold and moved down the steps, squinting to see into the gloom with his newly worsened eyes. His hands were slick with blood and his face was stained with soot from the explosion of Max across his kitchen, and he tried to ignore the way the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up, the way they always did when David or any of the boys were nearby. He stopped short as a voice came out of the darkness, startling him into taking a step back. David could see him in the darkness, he knew. He felt like a prey animal for a moment, and then remembered all he had seen, all he had managed to accomplish in the last few days in the fight against the darkness, and forced himself to stand up straighter.
“Go home, Michael Emerson.” The voice echoed off of the rocks around them. It was quieter than usual, with less of the confident timbre Michael had grown used to. He sounded tired, defeated. He sounded like a shell of the person who had held Michael’s life in his hands not so long ago.
“I can’t do that.” He tried to sound braver than he felt. “Not until we talk.”
There was a deafening silence. The sound of the waves was far away, and Michael wished more than anything he still possessed his supernatural sight. He wished he’d thought to bring anything to protect himself. This had seemed like the only way to fix things when he’d run off, but now he wondered if it would do more harm than good. He had no more time to consider it as there was suddenly a thunderous sound of igniting flames and a weight slammed against his chest, sending him flying backwards into the sharp stone stairs with a cry. The torches scattered around the cave had blazed to life, and the fire was reflected in David’s eyes as he stood above him, fangs drawn and hands clenched into fists.
“I should rip your throat out right here.” he snarled. Michael moved to stand up, then let out a grunt as David brought his boot down on the middle of his chest, just hard enough to make a point. Michael knew that if he’d wanted, he could’ve driven it straight through his ribs and into his heart, could have watched him bleed out on the steps. He still might.
“I just want to talk to you.” he groaned, thrashing to get free and getting nowhere. “Please, David.”
“Or what?” David leaned down closer, baring his teeth. “Max is dead, you got what you wanted, right? Your pathetic mortal life? You picked a real shit time to try and fight me.”
“I’m not trying to fight you!” Michael spat back, anger getting the better of him. “I came here to explain, okay, stop being an asshole and listen to me!”
“I should kill you.” David said again, quieter this time. The flames had dimmed slightly. “I should stop time and kill you slowly, gut you like those kids gutted Marko. Watch the light leave your eyes, make you beg me to spare you.”
“You could.” Michael gasped, his chest protesting painfully as the treads of David’s boot dug in deeper. “You could do all of that, but you haven’t. So part of you wants to know what I have to say.”
“You don’t know that.” David’s face was still stone, but he leaned back slightly, setting his mouth in a tight line before moving away altogether. Michael rose slowly to his feet, a placating hand held out as he got his footing.
Now that the fight was over, for the moment anyway, he felt unmoored, unaware of how to proceed. David was normally the one who did all the talking, the one who controlled, the one who moved mountains and time to get whatever he wanted. His brothers, Star, eternal life. Michael, once. Now he just stood silently, staring like he wanted to crush Michael’s heart to pieces with his gaze alone. He couldn’t fully blame him. He took a deep breath, voice hoarse from shouting.
“I’m sorry about Marko.” He said softly, carefully. “That wasn’t… that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“You watched.” David’s voice was like flint. “Marko took you in, we all did, called you his brother, and when I woke up you were staring while your brother and his friends stabbed him to death like a bunch of fucking cowards.”
“They were scared.” Michael willed himself not to move when David made a noise of disagreement, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
“They don’t understand what this is, they don’t… Sammie was scared he was going to lose me. I’m one of the only people he has.”
“Then you know what it feels like.” David replied. “To love someone. To want to protect them.”
“You know I do.” Michael matched his stare, refusing to back down. It was almost as if he could feel his ribs throbbing beneath his skin, paining him despite their miraculous healing.
“So why did you come here?” David asked, laughing bitterly. “To apologize? To try and make things right? I mean Jesus, Michael, what the fuck do you think you’ll get out of this?”
“Max is dead, we can fix this.” Michael insisted. “You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to hide, you can still be protected without him and we can help you-”
“Don’t you dare.” David cut him off, voice like thunder rolling over far away hills, a promise of violence. “Don’t you dare act like I need your help, because I don’t, none of us do. I don’t want your apologies. And if you want me to absolve you, you can fuck off, because it’ll never happen. I will live forever, and far beyond that, and I will never forgive you.”
“I don’t want your forgiveness.” Michael replied, voice slow and even. “But I know what it’s like to have your family destroyed, okay? We had to kill Max, but that’s not anyone’s fault but his. You don’t deserve to pick up the pieces alone.”
“I don’t give a shit about Max.” David curled his lip in disgust. “I hope he’s nice and warm in Hell.”
“You told me that we weren’t that different, once.” Michael reminded him, changing tactics. “That we both had shitty fathers that didn’t deserve us. I can’t fix what happened to Marko, I know that, but I can help you now that he’s gone. I’m not going anywhere, neither is Star.”
“Oh, Star.” David let out a long sigh, smiling like poison. “I bet you’re pretty proud of yourself, huh? Rescuing an innocent girl from a monster, whisking her away so you can play house?”
“She didn’t want to be a vampire.” Michael’s chest hurt, and not from the fight. “You have to know that.”
“I offered her a way to be safe.” David’s voice had become even smaller, fragile against the wide expanse of jagged rocks and fire around them.
“I offered her a home, a family, and at the first sign of someone new she betrayed me.” he sneered, stepping back, closing himself off even further. “She tried to stake me in the heart, Michael. You helped her.”
“I know.” Michael tried to close the distance between them by a few inches, and David stiffened but didn’t move. “We thought it was the only way to save ourselves. We were wrong, okay? We had no way of knowing.”
“And what, now that you didn’t kill me, I’m supposed to thank you? To forgive you?”
“No, of course not.” Micahel took a deep breath. “You don’t have to do anything David, but Star cares about you. I care about you. And Dwayne, and Paul, I just… what happens now without a head vampire?”
“I don’t know.” David answered, looking as though he wished he had any kind of different answer. His shoulders were hunched, and Michael finally noticed in the dim light that he was still covered in splashes of blood, from him or Marko he didn’t know. He looked young, tired, not scared because he never would be, but something close. David reached out a hand, slowly, like David was a scared animal.
The very funniest difference between Michael in the movie versus the musical is that musical!Michael has clearly never done weed before meeting the boys and movie!Michael absolutely has.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Y'all ever read a fic that is both inspiring and depressing because it's so so good that you both want to write something also never want to write again? That's me with @fromjannah's fic dogfish, and y'all should go read it right now
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Summary: James Moriarty x fe!Reader -> The four times you and James kissed, and the one time you finally talked about it.
Disclaimer: fluff, undercover couple,undercover kiss, dislike to lovers, platonic!sherlock, four times this-one time that, little yearning, little pining, one bed trope, historical inaccuracies, lots of italics for the past, swearing, mention of minor injuries, dramatic but happy ending.
(gif is not mine)
James Moriarty had held the same opinion of you since the first day he met you; you were a pain in his arse.
You just seemed…to get in the way.
In his defence, you’d first met on a case that Sherlock had asked for his help with. You’d tackled him to the floor, blocking his fighting body until you had him pinned.
“Stop! Stop fighting me! We’re on the same side!”
“Who the fuck are you?”
Between the flying bullets and smell of sugar, you didn’t have time to explain. But when Sherlock finally caught up to both of you, he did.
“Ah,” Sherlock smiled. “I see you two have met.”
“Who is she, Sherlock?”
With an out-of-breath smile, you’d stuck your hand out for him to shake it. “Y/n Y/l/n. Nice to meet you.”
James didn’t shake your hand. He needed more explanation about your existence. “Sherlock.”
“Yes, I probably should explain.”
“You think?”
Despite James’ opinion of you, Sherlock seemed to have a different one. He liked your company. You were also his friend.
Sherlock, of course, knew neither of you really got along. Mostly because of James.
“Why does she have to be here?”
Sherlock smiled as he watched his friend stand tensely as he poured the drinks. “It is your fault, you know. She’s tried being nice to you.”
“You call tackling me, nice?”
“She saved your life, James.”
James handed him his drink. “I was doing just fine before she showed up.”
“Well,” Sherlock sighed. “I want her here. We both need her here. So, you’re just gonna have to deal with it, I’m afraid.”
But part of him hoped that one day, maybe, James might also become your friend.
What Sherlock didn’t expect was to find out you had kissed James.
For four days, yourself and James had been nothing more than incredibly awkward around one another. Sherlock found it a nice break from the constant bickering, but after the first couple of hours, he suspected something much worse was at play.
Though, it wasn’t until the case was finished that Sherlock found out what had happened.
“Unbelieveable!”
James was still pacing, running a hand down his panicked face, speechless.
“I-I mean it’s just…” Sherlock was certain he was dead. He had to be. James’ information had practically killed him. “Unbelievable!”
“Well, you best believe it.”
“Why didn’t you say something before?” Sherlock asked from his seat on the chair, as James continued to pace.
He’d been pacing long before Sherlock had entered the room. His mind had been running a hundred miles an hour since the first time it had happened. But after accidentally touching and, sort of, maybe, holding your hand for a moment that could be considered more than brief…well!
James had tried his best to leave the situation as normally as he could; and so had you.
But that hadn’t stopped the panicking.
And he never panicked.
Not this visibly, anyway.
“I didn’t think I needed to! She’s-she’s…” James grunted, unable to find the words he was looking for. “She’s…her!”
Sherlock nodded. “Yes, Y/n is Y/n.”
“Don’t mock me.”
Sherlock couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “I’m not mocking you, James. I’ve just…I don’t know how to react to this. To you.”
“Why? What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re pacing, for one. And you clearly are having a hard time grappling with your changing feelings for-”
James stopped pacing for a minute, and laughed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Changing feelings? There are no feelings. Zero. Nill. Fucking…none!”
“Doesn’t seem that way to me,” Sherlock mumbled, sitting back in his seat.
“Sherlock.”
“What?! Oh, come on! Seriously, James? Even you can’t be blind to this! You’re in denial.”
He started pacing again. “I'm in no such thing!”
“Says the man who hasn’t been able to look a woman in the eye after she made the first move! I can see it in your face, James. Just admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“You like her. Your feelings have changed.”
James shook his head. “They’ve not changed.”
“But there are feelings?” Sherlock couldn’t help but smirk.
James stopped and glared at him before grumbling. Then he kept pacing.
“Look,” Sherlock sat more comfortably. “Just…start from the beginning again.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to hear it again. Because I, quite frankly, still don’t fully believe it. And because I think you need to realise something because, clearly, you don’t want to hear it from me.”
James stopped pacing, breathing heavily.
“Sit down,” Sherlock told him, calmly.
And, eventually, he did.
“I need a drink first.”
“Pour me one, too.”
Situated with the drinks, James took a seat and eventually started over again. This time, more calmly.
Four days ago, Sherlock had told James to go with you to the Library to see if there were any records on housing leases in the area.
James had questioned why you couldn’t do it on your own, but Sherlock was adamant. So, eventually and reluctantly, he complied.
You’d both been combing over the records for at least three hours before the library had grown quieter than usual. People had gone home, students had returned to their accommodation. Really, there were only a few stragglers left.
But from the slam of the door, James had turned to check who it was; the rival family son, and his friends, who were desperate to prove he was the rightful heir to a family fortune.
In a panic, yourself and James had cleared up the records and shoved them back into their places. But there was no time to escape the incoming men who, by the sound of their voices and footsteps, were ready for a fight.
And, considering James was still healing from a black eye and bruised cheekbone from when he’d fought (and won) against the rival son’s friends, you didn’t fancy getting caught in the middle of it.
“We’ll be fine.”
“No. I didn’t come this far to watch you get beaten up.”
“I’ll have you know, I won last time.”
You rolled your eyes. “And what do you plan on doing when their bruised egos get added into their anger? Besides, Sherlock would kill me.”
“We can just slip past them-”
Taking James by the lapel of his jacket, you pulled him towards you. “Do you trust me?”
“What?”
“Just answer the question.”
James hadn’t really thought about it before. Yes, you were a pain in his arse. But…there wasn’t anything telling him he couldn’t trust you.
“Yes.”
“Then just trust me.”
“Why should-”
James got his answer before he finished asking his question. Because, within a mere five seconds, you were pulling him towards you, backing yourself against the shelves on the library, and kissing him.
God help him, he kissed back.
With his hands firmly on your waist, you kissed him deeper. And when you heard loud voices, you made sure your hands remained on his face.
“Stop staring,” one of them told another. “We’ve got no business with them.”
One of them chuckled. “I remember me and my Rosie being like that when we were young.”
They followed their pack leader, still talking. “You’re still like that now.”
“Can you blame me?”
One of them grumbled. “Doesn’t mean I have to walk in on it.”
“We were just kissing!”
As the voices faded, James felt your hands push him back a little. And it wasn’t until he was trying to catch his breath and asking you to wait, that he realised just what had happened.
And he liked it.
And, from the hazy look in your eyes, you had to.
Over the course of the following hours, neither of you really knew what to do. The longer the silence lasted, the deeper the memory started to bury into your memories. Even the quick agreement you’d both made outside on the Library steps hadn’t stopped you from thinking about it.
“We don’t talk about it?”
“Agreed.”
“Great.”
“Grand.”
Only, a day and a half later, a similar situation occurred that resulted in James being the one to initiate the kiss.
James would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about that kiss since it happened.
In truth, he’d been trying his hardest to understand why; why it happened, why it had felt the way it did, and why…why he wanted to do it again.
After all, he’d considered you a pain in his arsesince the day he met you. So…why? Why you? Why now?
But even after kissing you for the second time; he still didn’t have his answer.
It had started out innocently enough; a simple search through an abandoned property landed you and James in a relatively small predicament – you and James had to convince a copper that you were married.
“You should know if you two aren’t married, I shall have to inform your-”
James stepped forward, putting on an accent. “I am terribly sorry for the mistake, sir. But, you see, my wife and I must have gotten a little lost.”
Stepping forward, taking his arm, you plastered on a smile. “Yes. I- Sir, you must know-”
“We were given an address for a small hotel. You see, our coachman was meant to take us back home – we’re in London for the day, you see.”
“But he got rather drunk,” you quickly added. “He did give us an address but it seems his memory isn’t what it usually would be, if you understand?”
The copper nodded, giving a visible sigh of relief. “You’re looking for the Bluebird House. This is the Blackbird Inn. Well, it used to be.”
Both you and James nodded. “Yes!”
The copper held out his arm, guiding you both out of the house. “I’ll take you, myself.”
Yourself and James kept the act up the entire way towards the Bluebird House. Only, for as much as the copper was convinced you were both a happily married couple, the landlady wasn’t so convinced.
Glaring at you both, she hummed. “Sure you’re married?”
“Do you not get a lot of married couples?” You asked.
The lady nodded. “We do. We also get a lot of fake ones. Those who over-act. Who doesn't act enough. I know ‘married’ when I see it.”
“Miss-”
“Mrs.”
“Mrs,” James smiled, stepping forward. “What would it take to convince you? You see, we’ve both had a very long day and I’d rather go to bed with my wife and get some much needed rest.”
The landlady looked to the copper who just shrugged. “They seem married to me. They smile like one. Bicker like one, too.”
Looking a little shocked, you looked at the copper. “You heard that?”
The copper shuffled on his feet, nervous. “I-I-. Yes, ma’am, I did. And, I must say…I’m on your side.”
Looking towards James, you smiled. “He’s on my side.”
James looked at the copper. “Are you sure about that?”
He chuckled. “I’ve had the argument more than a few times with my wife and, if she’s taught me anything, it’s that she’s right. A-and that’s not just me saying that. She’s actually provided some pretty substantial evidence.”
“See, darling. I was right.”
“Well, I still need to see some proof for myself-”
“As do I!” The landlady called out. “Kiss her.”
“Excuse me?”
“Kiss your wife.” The landlady said. “Kiss her. And then I’ll know.”
Due to the shock, neither you or James knew what to say. The copper just shrugged and agreed with her. And, just before you regained full control of your mind and body again – managing to tear it away from the memory of James kissing you back – he kissed you.
It couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds; but it felt like a lifetime.
Suddenly, there was a racket of a key being placed on a desk. “Okay. You’re in room four.”
James managed to steady himself, and he didn’t let go of your hand until you let go of his a brief moment after the door closed behind you both.
Neither of you talked about the kiss. Nor did you turn over in the one bed you were both forced to share since there was barely room to stand, let alone sleep elsewhere.
All of which just added to the awkwardness.
Waking in the morning, James found his hand in yours as you slept side by side. And, rather than remove his hand and turn away, he pretended to stay asleep.
Whether it was just a few moments, or a few more hours, something pulled in his gut and his heart when he thought about removing his hand from your own.
Little did he know; you were awake, thinking the same thing.
James was yet to touch his drink.
As he re-told the story to both Sherlock, and himself, he couldn’t do anything other than stare at the amber liquid in his glass. The quick shot he’d done before he sat down had given him the courage to admit every detail out loud to his friend: as well as himself.
But the thought of taking a second drink felt like he’d burn away the taste of you. Something that, even after the first kiss, had seeped so deep into his memory, he could still feel your lips when he thought about you.
“You said there was a third and forth?” Sherlock clarified. “So, what happened next?”
“You’re enjoying this far too much.”
Sherlock just shrugged. “I’m a romantic, James.”
James took a breath.
“Better kiss your fella goodbye, love.” One of the brothers told you.
James could have killed Sherlock before he realised he might have an opportunity to kiss you again. Even if the circumstances weren’t all that great.
Splitting up had resulted in yourself and James nearly killing each other when you thought it was someone else; before followed by sudden relief.
Only to be stuck up on by the very people you were both trying to avoid.
“Because, by the time we’re finished with him-”
“Point is; you won’t get the chance again.”
Looking at James, you had only a few seconds to decide what to do. So, following their orders, you walked over to James.
Pulling him close to you, you leaned up and whispered in his ear; “There’s a pin in my hair, at the base of my bun. Take it.”
Looking in his eyes to make sure he understood, he nodded, before taking his hand and laying it at the base of your skull.
And whilst he took the opportunity to kiss you like his life depended on it; and it kind of did; he pulled the pin from behind your bun.
You felt him reach out for you, pulling you in at your waist when you went to step back. If he really was about to be in danger, he wanted it to be worth it.
And it was.
By the time he had a chance to look up and actually take in a breath, the wind was knocked out of him.
You were hurt, but standing. You were bleeding, but you looked…irresistable.
For a moment, James was sure you were looking at him the same way, until you looked past him and your face dropped.
“We’ve gotta go.”
James turned and saw what you had seen. A poorly made bomb. A poorly made bomb that still had too much danger in its name.
Taking James’ hand in yours, you pulled him with you. Making a break for it, Sherlock found you both frazzled and able to look at each other, but couldn’t speak a word to one another.
“What happened to you two?”
Sherlock helped you both up as you and James explained, sharing your lines, until you were both dusted off.
“Well, you’re both bleeding. Mycroft should still be awake. You can both get cleaned up, there.”
Neither of you spoke on the way there, or whilst yourself and James got cleaned up by the Holmes brothers.
“I feel I should tell you,” James said. “The fourth almost happened at your brother’s place.”
“What?”
“Those twenty minutes felt like a flash in the pan,” James admitted. “Too quick. But also not enough time. We were just talking and…”
Sherlock studied his friend for the few silent minutes that followed. James’ mind was clearly focused on his memories; the kisses and the almost one. Slowly, James’ thumb swiped back and forth over the bumps in his glass.
His mind was well and truly on you. The soft question of ‘are you okay?’, the quiet replies and quick sentences that followed, the feeling of the tense air that somehow created a bubble you both felt safe in, the catch in his breath when he felt you take his hand, and the loud burst of the bubble when Mycroft swept into the room with fresh water and clean towels.
“So, if the fourth didn’t happen at my brother’s home…when did it happen?”
James swallowed just before he looked across at his friend.
“Sherlock’s looking for you!” James called out as he approached you. “What with the case being finished and all-”
“Fine.”
Turning around from where you’d been standing, looking at seemingly nothing, you stomped past James.
“Did I do something?” He asked, noticing the shift.
You’d both spent the last three days unsure of what to say to one another. He wanted you both to get back to normal as much as he suspected you did. But he didn’t expect the turn around to be so quick.
Not when he was starting to think of ways he might be able to kiss you, again.
“I don’t know. Did you?”
“Whoa, slow your horses!”
You stopped walking and turned around to look at him, keeping your arms folded. “What?”
“You know I never know what you’re talking about when you ask me that,” James pointed out. “And I thought you were above asking me. You usually just tell me to my face. Why the change?”
You seemed to study him. And for the first time, he had a word for the feeling you gave him; nervous.
“What?”
For a brief moment, he saw you stop building whatever concrete wall you were trying to fix around yourself.
“Do you feel something, too? A change?”
James stood back. “A change?”
You nodded, certain. “Yes.”
“A change to what?”
“You know what.”
“Enlighten me.”
You sighed, heavily. Rather than fight him on the thing you both knew, you stepped back. “Knew it.”
“Knew what?” He chased after you. “Knew what? Hey, wait a minute.”
Jogging in front of you and stopping you in your tracks, he looked at you.
“Is there something…” James tried to search for an answer on your face. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“There’s something I want to know.”
“Then just ask me. Ask me. That’s all it takes.” He told you. “Just…ask me.”
As your eyes flicked over his, he felt relief when he saw your arms unfold. Then, suddenly feeling your lips on his once more, he felt a rush across his entire being.
“I won’t be a game to you, James Moriarty.” You told him.
He felt genuinely offended. “You’re not a game to me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He nodded. “Yes. And, for the record, you’ve kissed me first more than I’ve kissed you.”
Setting yourself back on your feet, you rolled your lips as you lowered your head. Finding the courage to look at him, you took a breath.
“And I’d do it again,” you told him. “But would you? If I hadn’t kissed you first, would you have kissed me?”
James felt something punch his gut, harsh and deep. He’d never felt more empty than when you pulled yourself from his arms and left him standing in the field.
And yet…he started to question it himself.
Sherlock smiled. “So…there are feelings. And they have changed.”
James looked from his whiskey filled glass, to his friend. “I don’t know.”
Sherlock’s face dropped into a deadpan expression. “You’re an idiot.”
“Whatever I feel for Y/n…I don’t know how to describe it. I’m not a poet.”
“Says the man who quotes Shakespeare from memory.”
Laying the glass on the table, James stood and started pacing again. “I’m being serious, Sherlock. I don’t know how to describe it. Y/n went from being a pain in my arse to…I don’t know. All I know is that if she kissed me, I’d kiss her back. And I wouldn’t think twice about it.”
“Do you still think she’s a pain in your arse?”
James paused for a moment. “No. Yes. I don’t know. She’s a pain I’d miss.”
“The poet, ladies and gentlemen,” Sherlock stood up. “‘She’s a pain I’d miss’. Just what every woman wants to hear.”
“I told you; I’m not a poet.”
Sherlock laid a hand on Moriarty’s shoulder. “No, my fine friend, a poet you are not. But you are a man in denial.”
“Sherlock.”
Sherlock just chuckled before stepping in front of James to hold him by both of his shoulders.
“Aside from the fact that I can see it in your eyes, James. You’ve just told me that she’s not a game to you. You’ve also told me that you wanted to kiss her again. James,” Sherlock sighed. “I don’t know what’s going through your head but, as your friend, I am begging you to tell her how you feel.”
“What if it’s a trick? What if she is a game to me? How can I trust-”
“What are you so scared of?” Sherlock asked, abruptly. “Genuinely. Tell me. What is it, truely, that you are so scared of?!”
“That I’ll lose her!” James shouted. “People I care for…people who care for me…there is a reason why life is a game we have to win.”
Sherlock took in what he was saying, and also what he wasn’t. James had lost before; and he didn’t want to lose again.
For a moment, Sherlock tried to gather his thoughts. He wanted to say something profound; something that would break through the barriers that James had built for himself, long before he’d met either Sherlock or yourself.
But he didn’t know what to say.
Turning to the window, he could see you.
Dressed in a long cloak, with the sleeves of your borrowed dress pushed up. You seemed to be in a hurry.
“And what if you lose her because of that very same reason?”
“What?”
James hurried to stand beside Sherlock. Now, the pair of them watched as you hurried towards the horse that Mr Crowle had brought round for you.
Sherlock looked at James, who looked every shade of terrified.
“I’d catch up to her if I were you,” Sherlock said, calmly.
Grabbing his jacket, James made a break for it.
“Where is she going?!” James called out as he ran down the stairs.
Mr Crowle seemed confused, but answered him anyway. “Said she needed to clear her head. She’s gone up through the hills, most likely. Have to say; never seen her this…frazzled. That has something to do with you, son?”
Sherlock managed to smile. “Uh, we’ll have to explain later. Is there, perhaps, a horse James could borrow?”
Mr Crowle nodded. “Sure! There’s one just-”
“Thank you, Mr Crowle! We’ll handle it from here!”
Within a matter of minutes, James was hurrying along the broken grass paths around the Holmes Estate in order to find you.
Meanwhile, as you were hurrying your way across the familiar paths, you let down your hood and felt the wind rush around you. It pulled at every worry and anxiety filled thought you had.
You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t feel something for James Moriarty. What that was…you didn’t have a word for it just yet. Mostly that was down to him.
For a short while, you thought maybe he felt the change, too. But you couldn’t be sure. He kept so much of himself locked away, you couldn’t even figure out the thing that you couldn’t figure out!
A part of you thought he thought you were a game; something to figure out, some rivalry to win against. Another part of you thought he didn’t know what you were to him; were you a game? Were you still a pain in his arse? Were you both? Or were you neither?
Action and words could only go so far on their own. Coming from him, you needed them together. You needed him to tell you what he was feeling – even if he hadn’t figured it out yet. And you needed to see it in his eyes that, what he was telling you, was the truth.
For a moment, you thought you heard him call your name. But between the last few days and the not-so-dreamless sleep, you figured it was just another trick of your head.
Until you heard the heavy hooves of another horse.
“Jesus, woman! Don’t you ever slow down?”
Pulling at your horses reins, you pulled your horse into a harsh stop and watched as he practically flew off his own.
“Are you crazy?!”
Dismounting your horse, you pulled your cloak away from you and tried to meet him halfway.
“What the hell were you thinking, pulling in front of someone like that?!”
“Well, I was calling you! You were the one who didn’t slow down!”
“I came out here for a break! To get away from you!”
“I know.”
“Then why the hell are you out here?!”
James finally reached you, out of breath. And with a brief warning, he pulled you in.
“Because of this.”
With his hand on your neck, he practically yanked you towards him and kissed you. Despite the desperation, it didn’t take you long before you were melting into his touch. And, from the way his arms wrapped around the rest of you, you figured you’d have a hard time escaping him.
Not that you wanted to.
“Did I ever tell you, you are a pain in my arse?”
Holding your hands against his shoulders, you tried to catch your breath. “About half a dozen times a day.”
“Well, you are.” James said. “You are a pain in my arse. And I wouldn’t change you for the world. And to answer your question; yes. Yes, I would. I don’t know when it would have happened, but I would have kissed you. And I’ll keep kissing you. For as long as you let me.”
Taking a moment, you kept your gaze on his.
You needed to know.
James felt his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for you to reply. On the ride up, he didn’t really know what he was going to say. Just follow your heart, someone in the wind told him.
Just follow your heart.
Very faintly, he felt your thumb swipe across his cheek. And then a smile broke out onto your face.
“Prove it.”
With a chuckle, James didn’t need to be told again. It would take some time for everything between yourself and James to find a label – some kind of word, that existed, that could explain your feelings for each other.
Yet, despite people declaring it unbelievable that you were together, there was no denying that your connection with each other was, most certainly, something else.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
theartofmadeline
prguitarman
origamiaround
jbbartram-illu
snowghoul
kaledo-art
pixelskylines
jacobvanloon
discoholicmusic
dededos
