-Moriarty's POV-

"We should head down to your old kingdom, Your Majesty!" Tyler said excitedly.
"Only I call her that." I muttered so they wouldn't hear me.
"Sure, that'd be pretty cool, but only James calls me that BTW." I smiled, pleased.
"It's not a big deal, just wanted to let you know I usually just go by y/n, or Queen, or the Black Queen nowadays." My heart sank.
"Well, I prefer it. So James'll have to share." I glared at him. He's flirting with her and she's completely oblivious! Though, to be fair, this is probably how they've always spoke to each other.
"I need to use the ladies room, I'll be right back. James; no sniping Tyler; Tyler no hacking James to the stone age. Either way, I'll have to clean up." We smiled at her as she left, and when she was out of range we glared at each other.
"What do you think your doing?" I spat at her old friend.
"Taking back the girl of my dreams. She always had a thing for me; might as well give up now, buddy." He smiled smugly. I gritted my teeth. I had to calm down, she'd be furious if I blew up here, at her friend.
"I'm sure she's over you. Did I forget to mention that I've kissed her twice now?" I smirked at his shocked expression. He gritted his teeth and glared back. I laughed. I had to admit, I could see why she'd like him. She probably did, I mean, even more than she ever would me. He was what was considered a '10'. I was probably a seven, tops. He had silky blond hair, and bright green eyes. Perfect sandy-pale skin, and perfect teeth. He was very well proportioned, and I hated the idea of y/n even looking at him, knowing she was probably falling for him all over again. That recently stabbed feeling returned. What was it about her? I looked over, and she was heading back towards the table, but stopped to grab a baby's fallen bottle. 'Oh. That's right. It's just her in general. She acts so ordinary, but really; she makes extraordinary seem minuscule. I greeted her with a happy smile, and she grabbed her bag. Tyler and I stood up, and we both knew the game was on.
"Y/n, remember that one summer, we were like thirteen, and you got pushed into the pool on accident!" She laughed.
"Yeah, you dove in to save me! I was having a panic attack, and you-" he cut her off, sending me a smug look.
"Kissed your cheek to calm you down! I held you until you fell asleep before carrying you back home!" They laughed. I grunted, slightly irritated.
"It kinda sucks that you and James don't have any funny stories like that." He challenged. He was right, I'd only known her a couple of days.
"Yeah, we do! Since I met James, everything that's happened has been a funny story! I've almost been killed by him, pretended to be his girlfriend, sassed his brother, took over his brother's entire office building, and found him naked in Miya's room!" She laughed hysterically, okay, so maybe I did too, but purely out of spite, "It's been amazing!"
"N-Naked?" Tyler exclaimed, causing y/n to go into another fit of giggles. We walked as she spoke.
"Yeah. He was drunk last night, and Miya, our roommate, if you can even call it that since we live in a mansion, of ours has had a thing for James for awhile. When we got home, he dropped me off to my room, then left to go to his. Miya put on lingerie, and waited at the end of the hall for him! Me and Sebby woke up this morning, and started looking for James, because he's usually up and at 'em by 5, so I went to see if Miya had seen him. I opened the door, and he was leaning on the edge of the bed, butt naked, with the biggest hangover, literally ever! It was hilarious!" Her eyes twinkled, and her smile said it all; she truly found what happened amusing. But something deep inside her eyes, was different. I couldn't place the emotion, I just knew there was something she didn't want to surface. Tyler looked uncontrollably angry. Y/n was confused at his anger, not knowing of our little game. She turned into the building, neither Tyler, or I realized we were here. She walked confidently in the total darkness. I bumped into her, accidentally of course, and as she fell, but somehow, I caught her. She pulled a flashlight from her phone out, and I realized how close we truly were. If I leaned down even the tiniest bit, we would kiss. My cheeks were on fire, Tyler glared at me, but y/n, she laughed. Was this really that embarrassing for me?
"I-I am s-so sorry!" I managed to choke out. Tyler laughed at my trembling voice.
"It's no problem, James!" She insisted, and laughed some more. I debated on pressing my lips to hers, but eventually decided not to. I helped her stand, and let my arm linger.
"Thanks for catching me, even if it was your fault!" She joked, her laugh made me regret not kissing her when I had the chance. I smiled and let out a light chuckle. Tyler looked a little better after I dropped my grip around her, but I was disappointed, missing the warm feeling of her in my arms. She led the way, the sound of her heels clicking on the hard cement. She clicked a few buttons on her phone, the light giving her an angelic glow. Her lift creeped slowly to the floor, and she stepped onto it. She lifted it before Tyler could join her, which made me smile. She pulled her laptop out, and hooked it up, the clicking of buttons echoed through the empty building. Lights flashed on, temporarily blinding me, and I still couldn't see the lift, hidden in the shadows.

-Y/n's POV-

I put the override code into the electric company control centre, turning the lights on in my castle. I looked over the edge to James and Tyler looking for my lift. Tyler was considered hot, most girls would put him at an 11, but next to James in that Westwood, Tyler looked more like a seven. The lights flickered off of those perfect chocolate eyes. I thought back to earlier, how my phone lit up his face, I could've sworn he was blushing. I climbed to the bar, and prepared to jump. After gathering my nerve, I jumped from the thin bar, and onto the cords hanging loosely from the ceiling, allowing myself to slide down.
"Looking for me?" I landed behind my two friends, on my feet once again, and brushed myself off. They turned towards me.
"How'd you get lights in here? The electric company had to shut it down a long time ago!" Tyler started ranting, and I tried to focus on him, but I felt eyes trained on me. I turned my head slightly to see that James was staring at me, smiling slightly, but I only got a glimpse before he turned his head to focus on Tyler's questions. Seeing I hadn't paid attention, James answered for me.
"She's the Queen, obviously." He retorted, sending a smirk towards Tyler. Tyler sent a glare in return. What was with them? They're acting like children!
"I see she hasn't told you my hacker handle." The smirk in his voice was hard to ignore.
"It doesn't matter." James commented coldly.
"Of course it does; I am the White Knight!" James thought about it before stepping towards Tyler in challenge.
"So? I'm the King of Crime." The pure fight in James' voice scared me.
"Oh please, have you ever even said the words 'I love you'?" Okay, now I was confused.
"I'm a psychopath! I don't 'LOVE' anybody!" The words shot through me like a bullet. Now that I thought about it, he wasn't wrong. Psychopaths were incapable of love. Incapable of caring. Incapable of feeling at all. I felt tears sting my eyes. The realization that James would never even care about me killed me inside. My heart lurched.
"CAN YOU BOTH JUST BE QUIET!" I screamed, blinking the tears away, they felt hot against my cool cheeks. They both snapped their heads at me, and their angry expressions immediately turned apologetic. I fell to the floor and buried my face in my arms, pulling my legs to my chest. I usually didn't cry this often, but when it came to James, I found I was extremely sensitive. James stood rigid, looking like he saw a ghost. Tyler came to hold me.
"Y/n, don't cry, I'm so sorry. You really shouldn't hang out with guys like him." He went to wrap his arms around me, and I immediately stood up, confident and proud. He looked absolutely shocked.
"You're right. Delete my number. I'm going home to pack my things, I'll show for work tomorrow." James eyes widened as I turned out the lights and went to walk out of the building. Why did I even try with James? He would never love me, he would never even care for me. Someone stumbled to the ground, and they grabbed my arm, and spun me around, and held me close to their chest. I expected it to be Tyler, he'd be the only one who cared enough, but as my cheek brushed against the fabric, I realized it wasn't the cotton of Tyler's fitted tee shirt. It was the suede of James' Westwood. I felt his burning lips kiss my hairline, then pull me closer to him. The heat of his kiss lingered, and it was balanced by the ice that was his hands.
"Please. I can't stand to see you upset; if you want to leave, fine, I won't stop you, but please, please don't. You were right; I do need you." He whispered into my hair, just loud enough for me to hear him. I fought back tears.
"Might want to let me go, I might ruin your jacket." I choked out. He seemed to consider it for a bit. I started to pull away, but James gripped me tighter, and closer to him. I breathed in his heavenly cologne.
"Go ahead." Two words, so simple, so meaningful. It sent me over the edge. The weight on the shoulders too much to bear, and I crumbled. He held me up, tight in his arms, and I felt safe for the first time since my parents died. My mascara stained his suit. He rubbed soft circles into my back, and I heard the lights flash on.
"Seriously? Him? He doesn't deserve you! He's rude, and cold! He doesn't care!" He said, accusation and anger filling his voice. I felt James' head turn to send him a glare.
"Leave her alone. It doesn't matter. Stop thinking about yourself, and start thinking about her!" He said, angry and cold. I could tell Tyler was frozen in place.
"He's right, you know. I don't deserve you, and I never will." I could tell I wasn't supposed to hear that. I looked up to him, and saw he had been staring at me. He looked instantly away when our eyes met. I didn't know what to say.
"Y-You di-didn't h-hear tha-th-that, did you?" His voice lost all its previous confidence, it was frail and weak, and honestly, just like me. I laid my head back on his chest instead of answering. I felt James be flipped around to face Tyler, pulling me from his grasp. I stood in shock as Tyler went to punch James, but instead, he ended up with his fist clasped in James' hand. James gave a sexy, but twisted smirk.
"You do not know how long I've waited to do this." Tyler's eyes widened in fear. James' elbow came crashing into Tyler's jaw, and I yelped in surprise.
Thunk.
Tyler was cradled on the floor, James kicked him, once. Twice. Three times.
"James!" My voice was frightened. He froze. He looked back at me debating whether to continue or not. He pulled Tyler off the ground by his shirt collar, and pushed him to the wall, holding him inches off the ground.
"Take this as a warning; I own crime. I own murder. I'm the King!" His voice was sharp, and I would've sworn it could've slit his throat, he muttered something I couldn't hear, before letting Tyler crash to the ground.

-Moriarty's POV-
"If you ever so look at her the wrong way ever again, I won't just kill you. I will burn you. I will burn the heart and soul out of you!" I kept my voice low so y/n couldn't hear me. I dropped him and swiftly walked to y/n. She turned to leave with me, and I cautiously put an arm on her upper back, she stiffened for a second, but relaxed quickly and gave me a quick smile, wiping mascara from her face.
We were just about to go through the door, when she gave that beautiful, perfect laugh of hers, confusing the heck out of me.
"What?" I asked, a laugh of my own starting to bubble to the surface.
"The King of Crime is a better friend than The White Knight!" My laugh came out as a light chuckle, but it took everything in me for it not to sound maniacal. After the laughs stopped, I turned towards her, she was waiting next to a wall, and even in her tear stained state, she looked gorgeous.
"Seriously, you need to stop that." I laughed, I pulled a flask out of my pocket and took a swig. She sighed, but smiled.
"Seriously? Still can't stand me looking at you?" She looked better than ever in this moment. I couldn't help it. I took a confident stride towards her, so she had to look slightly up at me. The difference would've been much greater if not for her heels, but to be honest I had lifts in my shoes. For the first time, I looked directly into her eyes.
"No. That was never what this was about, Darling." I said a few pitches lower, hoping to sound almost sexy. She looked really confused.
"What do you mean?" Her head was cocked, and those icy blue lips parted. My heart was pounding. I stood confidently, hoping my nervousness wouldn't be visible. I wanted to take another swig out of my flask. I gave her my most confident smirk, and pushed her gently to the wall. She looked undeniably shocked.
"I mean, making me want to kiss you. I mean making me want to push you against the wall at any minute, and feel your lips against mine. That's what I mean." Her cheeks were rosy, and I put my index finger beneath her chin, and my thumb caressed her lips, forcing them to part slightly more. I leaned down slowly, and right when my lips were only hovering above hers, I felt her hand raise to my chest. I was terrified she would push me away, but instead she placed an arm around my neck, pulling us closer, and my lips fully on to hers. It took me a second to understand what had happened, but only a millisecond to move my lips in synch with hers. My hands found their way to her waist, and my growing confidence pushed me to deepen the kiss. I let my tongue roll over her teeth, begging for entrance. Her mouth opened slightly, and I allowed my tongue to roam her mouth. Her left hand ran it's fingers through my hair, and her right moved its way to the the side of my neck, thumb periodically moving along my cheek. Unbeknownst to me, my left hand moved to her cheek, cupping it in my hand, the other lowered to her hip, and was slightly beneath her top. I could've died right there, went to hell, and I still would've been a dead, happy man.

-Y/n's POV-

Those ice cold hands of his, his burning hot lips, and the sheer, fiery passion. That's what I'd always remember. His left hand froze my cheek, the other froze the skin slightly above my waist. I felt his right hand go to freeze my other cheek, and part of my jaw. My face was ice cold, which somehow made it all the hotter. His lips were fire, and his hands were ice, but when they were in such close proximity to each other; it sent shivers down my spine. We pulled away at about the same time to catch our breath.
"I have been waiting way. WAY, too long to do that." James' voice was broken from pants, and he still had his eyes trained on me.
"You've kissed me before." I just had to point it out.
"I meant today." He chuckled, his hands trailing my body, landing in my waist. I gave a small laugh in return. I could melt into his laugh, and if he did it one more time, I'd have him right then, and there. All that jealousy of Miya, vanished. All the thoughts of hopelessness, disintegrated. My mind was only on one thing, and that was the sexy, cocky, and downright evil man in front of me. But somehow, all I could see was James. The real James. The frayed, broken, and frail. The one who loved, and lost. The man I loved, no matter who he was.
"We should probably do that tomorrow, too. Just to be safe." I flirted. He smirked, not just with his lips, but with his eyes.
"I definitely agree, but that still isn't enough. You should probably stay in my room tonight. Just to be safe." James holding me in his arms? My head on his chest, just like that first morning.
"Positively necessary." I agreed. We were both still breathing hard. He smirked again, and placed a gentle peck on my lips, before leaning into my ear. I loved when he did that, the feeling of his lips burning my cheek, it was amazing.
"We should listen to Death of a Bachelor on our way home. Definitely something to celebrate." He smirked into my cheek. Was he implying we were in a relationship? Gosh, I hope so! He snaked one arm around my waist, and put the other in his pocket. He turned so we were heading towards the door, and he opened it, not even caring who saw me on his arm, actually it was more like he was showing me off. He never even wiped my bright blue lipstick off, it was like it was proof he actually kissed me, like it was an award. He pulled me in closer with nearly every step. He opened the door to the car, and pressed a few more buttons on his phone. Just like he suggested, Death of a Bachelor played. He climbed in next to me, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I checked the time on my phone, 9:45. I leaned into the crook of his arm, and rested my head there. He laid his head on top of mine.
"So what did you whisper to Tyler in there?" So, I admit, I was curious. He laughed his, deep, heart melting laugh, making me knees grow weak. I was glad we weren't still standing.
"I told him that if he ever so looked at you the wrong way again, I'd burn him." His voice was very nonchalant, like it was no big deal. A giggle escaped my lips, and he gave me a look to say, 'What?'.
"Were you, The James Moriarty, jealous of a low 11?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"It is a ten-point scale, correct?" His face said he was teasing, but his voice was defensive.
"Most definitely!" I exclaimed, and his eyes widened, and his body went rigid, "But you're like a solid, maybe even high twenty." He relaxed, and I could feel his eyes on me when I looked out the window. It wasn't anger, or even lust. There was something protective about it. I would say loving, but he was a psychopath, so I could only describe it as care.
"He was wrong you know." James tore his gaze from me.
"No. He wasn't." He said simply.
"Yes. He was." I looked at him, and he turned his head to look at me. The sorrow in his eyes almost made me drop it.
"There is no doubt in my mind that 'you don't deserve me', is the right phrase. Neither is 'you deserve me'. It's that I deserve you. Someone who, even though you'll never admit it, cares for me. Someone who will drop the rude exterior, just for me. Someone who warms me, after he freezes me. Someone exactly like you." I pressed my lips to his. I loved him, even if he could never love me.