#jasper-moran

Prompt: Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

It was one of those rare nights where James Moriarty actually attempted to sleep. It had been a long day, dealing with the Soviets never made for an easy day. While he knew Sebastian would be out on the job he had crawled into the man's bed nonetheless -- his flat was being watched by said Soviets. 

The dip in the bed brought Moriarty out of his light slumber, brows knitting together as another person crawled under the comforter. He wasn't foolish enough to believe it was Sebastian, the frame was far too small for that. Rolling onto his back, sleep filled brown eyes peered down through the darkness at the boy laying next to him.