"Are you okay? D-Did I hurt you?" His eyes filled with the fear of saying something wrong. Your eyes threatened tears.
"For bloody sakes, what did I do now?" He asked desperately.
"N-No, it isn't you. I'm fine." He sighed in relief and pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your head. He laughed in relief when you wrapped your arms around his waist. Miya looked heartbroken, and when you realized how this must look; you knew exactly how to play it off.
"See? I think we'll be fine! I can totally pretend to be your girlfriend!" You exclaimed happily. James seemed to stiffen, and Miya looked much better. You pulled away from James, and he collected himself.
"Y-Yeah. We should, shouldn't we? Well, now you smell like my cologne, at least." He played along, but tripped at the start. Miya moved between you two, and had a passion in her eyes.
"I would love to smell like you, Jim!" She said in her best seductive voice, and pushed him so he was sitting on his bed with his mouth agape, "More than that actually, I'd love to rub your scent all over me." She straddled him, and he looked at her like she was crazy. She gently caressed his cheek. You smirked, despite fighting every urge to rip her from him. Though, you hoped James wouldn't break her heart.
"Um, actually Miya, I-I need to talk to y/n about tonight. B-Besides, I, uh..." He scoured around for another excuse, and his eyes pleaded with you. You smirked and shrugged.
'She's enjoying this, isn't she?' He thought, glaring playfully at you.  You stifled a laugh.
"Besides, I have to make sure Sebastian is okay with me holding his girl on my arm." You looked at him hurt, and he smirked in return. Miya jumped from his lap.
"Oh, I know exactly how that feels, I'll leave you to it, then!" She scurried out of the room, and James stood up, somewhat pleased with himself. He straightened his jacket, and brushed off some stray hairs of Miya's from his jacket. You laughed.
"You were enjoying that weren't you?" He challenged. You faked disgust that he'd think that.
"Why, I'd never!" He smirked.
"Fine, but I'm starting to think that we need to make sure my cologne smells stronger; I'm pretty sure she took half of it with her." His face sunk, and he scoffed. You started laughing, and he smiled at you. 'God, I love her.' He quickly stopped himself. 'No. No, no, no. I don't love her, I just think her laugh is amusing, and interesting. I don't feel love.' He corrected himself, and his features went stoic.
"Are you alright, James?" The sound of his name leaving her lips, it warmed him to his core.
"Fine. We should get going." He was looking away as he stood up, and was still looking away as he moved.
"James!-" She warned, too late, moments before he slammed into her, forcing her against the wall, and his lips hovering over hers. His face turned absolutely red. 'I don't blush! Heck, I don't even turn down sex, even in front of another person! What is happening to me? Perhaps I'm sick. Yeah, that's it. I'm just sick.' He thought. She smiled softly before gracing his ears with another small laugh.
"What? You planning to be my Phantom?" She joked. 'Yes.' He wanted to say it.
"No. That only happens in your dreams, Sweetness." He flirted. This was him. This was James Moriarty.
"Actually my dreams consist of Brendon Urie and Gerard Way, maybe next time." You gave him a flirtatious wink. He fought every urge to kiss you, to tear that gorgeous gown right off of you, to love you. Emotionally, as well as physically. He stood up, and looked down at you.
"You realize you're only an inch taller than me, I can still take the upper hand!" You both laugh, and he stepped towards you. When your laughing stopped you looked up, and were quite shocked to find James looking down at you.
"True, but it gives me a good angle." He flirted, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"You realize that we need to leave to make it to your meeting, right?" You smirked, but he didn't make any effort to move. He almost looked upset.
"Promise me you'll be careful?" The concern in his voice shocked you, and you wondered how he could be considered the most dangerous man in London.
"Are you sure you're James Moriarty, Criminal Mastermind, King of Crime? You seem much to concerned with a peasant's safety." His heart dropped, and sadness laced his eyes. His breath hitched in his throat. He collected his thoughts, and and gave a small smirk, before leaning into your ear.
"You, My Dear, are the Black Queen, hardly a peasant." His hushed voice was so sexy. His lips burned your cheek.
"I guess your right, fine. I promise." He stood up straight, and remained calm, cool, and collected, but his eyes betrayed the joy he felt.
"Shall we be off, your highness?" You teased, and he stared at your lips, and bit his cheek. He looked back into your eyes, and offered you his arm.
"I'd love to, my Queen." He gave you a small smirk, and a wink as you linked your arm in his.
"One second, I cannot do these shoes." You quickly changed into your heeled combat boots from the sparkly heels. He laughed at the change.
"Hey, I'm already outside my comfort zone, but I'll never change my shoes, not even for the King of Crime, sorry." You said quickly and teasingly. He wrapped his arm around your waist, and you were surprised.
"I'd never want you to." He whispered, almost as if he hadn't wanted you to hear. He escorted you to the door, and when you got outside, you realized there was an all white limo waiting for you.
"You do not disappoint, James." He smirked, and looked at you. He was going to have a car bring him, less flashy, but after you were coming with him, he decided on the limo. He didn't know why, but he desperately wanted to impress you. Even more than yesterday.
"Has surround sound, and I have every Pan!c at the Disco album already set up, shall we?" He opened the door for you, and helped you in. You immediately hit play, and 'This is Gospel played through the speakers. You sang and swayed to the song, and James watched you. No matter how much he denied it, he loved seeing you happy. In order, the songs that played next, were 'Emperor's New Clothes', 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies', and finally, 'Hallelujah'. He loved how your voice sang every word to each song, and especially loved when he joined in. How your voice harmonized with his. Just... Everything about it. You pulled up to a fancy office building, and James helped you out of the limo. He escorted, arm holding you around your shoulder. He opened the door for you like a true gentleman, and walked you up to the desk.
"James Moriarty. Here to see Farthrem and his team." The man at the desk looked you over, and smirked.
"And this, lovely lady, is?" He scanned you once more, causing James to lower his grip and pull you closer.
"My girlfriend," Venom laced his voice, "And you keep looking at her like that, and I'll skin you." He glared at the man angrily, and he even surprised you, but you smiled. The man's eyes shot up to James, fear racing through them. James smirked at his reaction. 'Does he always have to be so perfect?' You thought.
"Just take the elevator up to the top floor. They've been expecting you, sir." He said, terrified.
"Good." He snapped, and escorted you to the elevator. Once he was out of earshot, you giggled.
"Nice touch with the pulling me closer thing, you're pretty good at this!" You complimented, he shot you a confused glance, then thought about it for a bit, and looked away.
"What?" He looked at his arm, which was now protectively around your waist, and smirked to himself. 'Well, this is actually kind of fun.' He was very pleased with himself. The elevator beeped, and you both stepped on. 'Here goes nothing.' He heaved a deep breath, and you put a hand on his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"It'll be fine. We may as well try to enjoy our night." You whispered, and he smiled.
"Yeah. No reason for this to be awkward, right?" His hushed voice radiated confidence, and all his previous fears vanished.
"Right." She pressed her lips to his cheek, reassuringly, and butterflies floated in his stomach. Well, they did until reality came crashing in. He saw why; the door was opening. He smiled, pretending to not be disappointed.
"Moriarty! Who is this lovely, Darling?" He motioned to you. James was still a little shellshocked so you answered for him.
"Y/n l/n. James' girlfriend." You said in your American accent, purely out of nervousness. You silently cursed yourself.
"An American? I must say, I usually don't take to their accents, but your voice is simply lovely." He complimented, and James glared daggers at the man, who seemed not to notice. He was about your age, no older than 27, no younger than 23, and stood half an inch taller than James. He was quite handsome, and his dirty blond hair was side-swept, and his piercing green eyes looked you over.
"Isn't it though?" James said as nice as he could, but his voice was as sharp as the daggers he was glaring at the man with.
"Where are my manners?" The man asked, ignoring James, "I'm William Carford. I am in charge of making sure everyone is having a good time tonight, so if you need anything," He leaned into your ear, sending James into a state of shock, "Anything at all," he whispered seductively, before standing back up straight, "Come find me, alright?" He smiled at you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. James pulled you even closer to him, and cleared his throat.
"Wow, isn't he protective! He's almost acting ordinary!" James shot him a glare, effectively shutting him up.
"I am anything, but ordinary." William gave James a suspicious look. He was on to you two.
You wrapped an arm around James' waist, and put the other on his chest.
"I can vouch for that." You said, flicking your eyes between James' lips and his eyes. James smirked at you and William seemed to back off. He was still suspicious, so you took it one step further, and gripped James' suit jacket, pulling yourself up, and placing a light kiss on his lips. He smirked into the kiss.
"Moriarty, how do you do it?" Another man had walked up, shaking his head. He was a bit younger, about 24. You pulled away from James, and went back to your previous stance, leaning slightly more on James. James and the younger man scanned you quickly.
"Usually I'd say it was my charm and good looks, but I think she's just in love with me, Samuel." He sent you a quick wink. You smirked and cocked a brow at him.
"I'm positive it's the other way around, but whatever you say, James." You looked away, playfully upset.
"She's like a prettier version of you, Moriarty. So how did you two meet?" James bit his cheek.
"How does James meet anyone? He kidnapped me!" You laughed, and the other men joined you. James laughed, a bit relieved.
"So, what do you do, Moriarty does seem to have a type. Always girls who are useful." You decided not to be honest.
"Well, I am quite versatile with a weapon, especially a gun." It wasn't quite a lie, James just didn't know it. They looked at you, impressed. Another man, about William's age came up, walking much faster.
"Where'd you get those shoes?" He snapped, worried.
"Why?" You questioned.
"Yes, Jeremy, why? You're in IT, act like it, and be a little kinder, to this very lovely woman." William snapped, but sent you a flirtatious wink towards the end.
"Because they are the same shoes the Black Queen wears, and if she's here, none of our information is safe!" He hissed.
"Black Queen? Who the hell is that? I just thought they were cute." You played it off well, adding a soft laugh. The man, known as Jeremy, seemed to accept the answer. The other men were extremely attractive, but he was slinky, and short. He stood a few inches shorter than you.
"Oh, I apologize. We've had a few scares, I guess I'm still a little on edge." He explained, letting out a sign of relief.
"I understand. Protect your work, it is your life, right? You must be very good, no?" You smiled sweetly, and Jeremy went red, causing the rest of them men to laugh.
"Y-Yeah. R-R-Right." He scurried off, embarrassed.
"He doesn't quite fit the bill for our group, but he's a very talented hacker. So, we keep him around." Samuel explained. You chatted with more men from this 'club' and James snaked an arm around you from behind when you were alone and whispered in your ear.
"Do you need a laptop? Or me to shoot someone, I'd really love to shoot someone. But I need to get the information, so if you need a laptop, I'll get you setup with one." He seemed nervous, and you pulled out your phone.
"I'm fine, and don't shoot anyone... Yet." You laughed and he laughed with you. He slinked off to talk to some of the other club members. You decided to talk to William, again, James kept a watchful eye on you.
"I can't believe my eyes; you must be going soft, Moriarty." A man aboutJames' height snapped and glared at James, a year or so over his age, with dark brown hair, side swept, and his dark brown eyes pierced James with a playful smirk.
"Hello, Scott. I'm not going soft. I'm James Moriarty, I can't go soft." James glared.
"Calm down, Dear Brother, I was just saying I never thought I'd see the day my little brother fell in love!" Scott, put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"I'm not in love! And I'm not going soft!" James' voice was rough.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I kissed her?" It felt like someone had punched him in the gut.
"She's my girlfriend, of course I mind!" He snapped.
"I've kissed others, and you've never cared." You had since stepped up.
"He's probably more worried about you than me." You snapped, unimpressed with the gorgeous man, they both snapped their heads around to look at you.
"Oh?" Scott cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes. Touch me, and you'll likely never touch anything ever again. That you can feel, anyways." You crossed your arms and stood by James, who smirked. Scott looked between you and James.
"I'd be careful, Brother," The word brother surprised you, but you soon noticed the similarities, "Sentiment is dangerous." He went to turn, and you grabbed his shoulder.
"Then I guess it's a good thing James, nor I, allow sentiment." You glared. Scott seemed shocked, and a little scared at your confidence.
"You definitely aren't James' usual type. Too confident. He'll dump you within the week." He said it like a promise.
"He's already kissed Miya, might be more his type. Good thing I'd rather jump off a building than allow myself to be jealous, then." You smirked, and you saw Scott crumble inside, and he looked at you with fear in his eyes, causing all the men to laugh. You turned back to James. Scott straightened, and glared at his men. They all shut up.
"We need to start this meeting." He said confidently. James was still smirking, and he pulled an arm back around you.
"Nice." He whispered.
"What can I say? I'm a feminist." You smirked back. James escorted you to the table, and William pulled out your chair. James was going to move seats, but there weren't any others. You sat down, and thanked William. James reluctantly sat next to you, eyeing William. He leaned in and whispered to you.
"You need to get the security information, might want to hurry." He sat back up, and you started changing lines of code as Scott (or Mr. Farthrem, as he announced,) presented. Out of spite, you changed his ballroom music to Miss Jackson, and put a laughing skull on his screen. He desperately tried to fix it, and Jeremy pulled out a few computers to fix the problem.
"Jeremy!" Scott snapped, "What is happening?" Jeremy's eyes were wild.
"It's her, sir! It's the Black queen, she's using our server, I-I don't think there's anything I can do!" Jeremy almost seemed excited, you and James smirked. Jeremy looked around the room.
"How can she use our server? No one here has a laptop out!" Jeremy exclaimed.
"May I?" You whispered to James. He nodded.
"Amateur." You said in a thick French (fake) accent. Jeremy snapped his head to you.
"I would just take the info," You turned to Scott , who was visibly terrified, "But since you are a sexist D-bag with a terrible taste in music, I think I'm going to bug your system while I'm at it." James stood up, as you typed a few more lines of code into your phone, giving you full access to the system. You dimmed the lights, and opened the elevator door. The men were wide-eyed and terrified. Though, Jeremy looked like he was in love.
"Y-You're a-a-amazing!" Jeremy, said, voice shaking.
"She knows." James smirked, wrapping an arm around you, kissing your jaw line. You headed towards the door.
"She will be the end of you, brother. Love makes us weak." Scott warned. 'Love? He still didn't get that this was all an act.' You rolled your eyes.
"I'm not in love with her, Scott! I'm James bloody Moriarty, I never have, and never will, 'love' anyone!" He snapped back, then followed you to the elevator. Once the door closed, you smirked at your phone, continuing to mess with the system, while downloading all the info. Once it downloaded, you looked up at James, and saw him staring at you. He blushed, but his eyes, nor smirking face left you.
"Stop that." He scolded.
"Looking at you?" You asked with confusion lining your voice. He checked what floor you were on, then shook his head.
"Yeah. That." You looked away, and were shocked when you felt his arm slide around you again. You smiled softly, leaning into his grip. He lead you back to the limo.
"That was fun." You commented, pulling the music back up.
"Yeah..." He looked into your eyes, and grabbed the back of your neck. You were very confused. You pressed the button to play the song, 'Death of a Bachelor', and it started at nearly the same time as Moriarty pulled you to him, kissing you deeply. If you asked why, he'd simply act like he was drunk, though, he kind of was. You kissed back, slightly shocked, but it was a good kiss. 'Death of a Bachelor? Hm. Maybe if I'm lucky.' James smirked into the kiss. Your face stung red. You pulled away, leaving James still leaned in, eyes closed. You didn't want to look at him, so you leaned your head on his chest, and accidentally fell asleep. 'I don't love her. She's just interesting, a puzzle, that's all.' He smiled, looking at your sleeping figure. But deep down, he knew he wanted this to be the death of a bachelor. Deep down, he knew he loved you.