Warning; Smut chapter. Purple tie. You get the gist. Sorry, I couldn't resist. Same for the next chapter.
"Not that funny." I muttered. She stopped and looked at me.
"Yes. It really is." She took another bite. I could tell she wasn't enjoying it either, but she continued eating.
"Why's that?" Miya snapped before I could. I missed my little kitten's cooking. She would hate if I ever called her that... I should try it sometime.
"My cooking is so terrible, but he manages to down it. Add a little too much salt and pepper and he does a spit take!" She doubled over laughing, and I had to wrap an arm around her to keep from her hitting the floor. Sebastian thought this was hilarious, and fell to the ground. Even I thought it was a little funny. Miya just scowled.
"Oh please, you're as good as the chefs, Senpai!" Sebastian reassured, "Actually, most of the time I think you're better!" She seemed really humbled by his comment, but it was true. She just had natural talent. Her tastes were a little American, but she made it work.
"I've got to agree with Moran, here. Your cooking is absolutely amazing!" I kissed her cheek lightly as she blushed wildly. Her cheeks were burning up, and it was absolutely adorable.
"I don't think it was that good." Miya muttered, shutting up Sebastian and I's compliments. I glared at her impatiently, but y/n started laughing, again. I loved that laugh.
"I agree with Miya, I think you're taking the joke a little too far!" Miya spread a smug smile on her face, and I just smiled softly at y/n. Sebastian just gawked.
"How can you say that?! It's amazing!" He was defending both his friend, and his way of life. He hated Miya's cooking as much as I did.
"Let's just drop it, Kay?" Miya snapped, and I was ready to flip her out the window. First my girlfriend, now my best friend? She does realize her 'place' in my life is nonexistent? No? Of course not, it's Miya.
"So, Sebastian, how'd the mission go?" Miya asked, trying to make y/n uncomfortable. She didn't like talking about assassinations, and I respected that. Miya, on the other hand, did not.
"Uh, it went pretty good. Y/n shut down all the cameras, so it made it a lot easier. Ooh, that reminds me, Senpai, they came." She immediately jumped from my lap in pure excitement.
"What?! When?!" She seemed like a kid in a candy shoppe.
"I put them on your bed. I can take you down to the target area to practice, if you want." She jumped excitedly. What was going on here?
"Oh, my, Gerard! That would be awesome!" She squealed happily, and Sebastian chuckled a bit, before noticing our confusion.
"She got a set of throwing knives. Let's just assume the old set 'broke'." The way he said it was very nonchalant. Miya and I were completely shocked. Though, I'm pretty sure I was smirking.
"Throwing knives?! Since when?!" Miya exclaimed, knowing this meant my little kitten was more of a Tiger, now.
"Yeah, since when?" I added pulling her back to my lap. She smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully.
"Since I was 19. I needed some form of self defense. Plus, it's fun!" She giggled lightly. I was shocked. Five years of knife throwing and I never would've known... Though, I had to admit it just made her all the sexier. Even compared to how sexy she was before.
"She's pretty good, too. C'mon y/n, we better get going." She leapt from my lap, which left me wanting her back. Ugh. Though, life was much easier once I had admitted I loved her to myself, I just couldn't let anyone else know. I stood up, and went to my office, readying some plans and such. Sherlock needed to know I was back, and I planned on showing him. I was almost done, when I heard the clicking of heels coming down the hallway.
"Thought you were with Sebastian." I sang, but I didn't look up, too focused.
"Wrong lover." Miya called, trying to sound seductive again, but failing miserably. 'Keep your cool, Moriarty. Don't want y/n to be pissed at you.' I groaned, and continued my work. Okay, once Sherlock knows I'm back, just have to find the perfect game. I tapped on my keyboard a few times, then decided to scratch it. Maybe I could have y/n hack into Mycroft's database, and he'd get Sherlock... It was an idea, but y/n would be busy in the coming weeks, so I put it under plan 'B'. Miya's heels clicked as she entered the room.
"Please leave, I'm trying to get stuff done." My voice was bored, and not particularly authoritative.
"Am I a distraction?" She sat on my desk, before laying down on the word 'distraction'. I continued my work, only glimpsing up at her enough to know she was only wearing a see through sports bra and shorts. Like, really short-shorts.
"No, I just want you to get out. Before I skin you." The marks I had cut into her would be quite noticeable, and I'm not quite sure why she would risk it. Miya groaned and got off my desk, and exited my office. I'd have to sanitize this entire place. Great.

-Time skip brought to you by Miya's desperation! I usually don't use my own characters, but seriously. I think I over did it.-

Two days until she left for a week. Two days until I'd be alone for a week, desperately trying to pass the time. My plan for Sherlock was done, most of my client's cases were done and sent. Now what? I walked into the kitchen, Miya was cooking again, 'yippee', and y/n was sitting on the counter, bored and reading a magazine. Note to self; restock her personal library. She had read all the books twice already.
"Morning, Sunshine." I smirked, walking towards her. She glared at me, and I noticed she just got up.
"Forgot you weren't a morning person." I noted. She gave a small smile, and we both laughed, much to Miya's detest. She still wasn't over me. It was absolutely pitiful. We had quite a few Miya fiascos in the past week, and it was getting on my nerves. I needed Miya for work, but this was seriously annoying. Miya exited the kitchen with the food, and y/n began to hop off the counter to follow her, but I grabbed her hips, holding her onto the counter.
"Seriously, James?" She cocked an eyebrow at me, and I looked her over. She had a skirt and corset on, with a crop top slightly tucked into it. It showed off her body perfectly. I felt myself smirking at the sight.
"I'm not going to see you for a week! Yes, seriously!" I sang, and she playfully did her little eye roll, "Please?" I had gotten used to asking for things from her, and having to say 'please' every time. I pulled her into me, and she gasped in surprise. I pushed my lips onto hers, and hungrily kissed her. She kissed back after only a second or two. I could feel her heart beating wildly, and knew mine was doing the same. I pulled her crop top from the corset, and let my hands explore underneath the fabric. She moaned into the kiss, and wrapped her arms around my neck. The kiss deepened, and I lightly bit her bottom lip, causing her to moan again, but a little more this time. I forced my tongue into her mouth. I let one of my hands find their way down to her thigh, and let it rub the inside. One of her hands shoved at my chest lightly. She broke the heated kiss.
"You have a client coming in less than an hour. Plus, he likes to be early." She warned, trying to deny how much she wanted this.
"Trust me, we have plenty of time." I smirked, and pushed my lips back to hers. She was hesitant, at first, but she eventually let me in. She forced my jacket off, and pulled at my tie to loosen it. Who cares that it's Westwood? I had her. She pulled the tie off, and began unbuttoning my shirt, letting her fingers linger. Once she finished, I pulled it off, letting it drop to the ground, before returning my hands to her. They felt every inch of skin they could get. I slipped my left hand back up the loose fabric of the skirt, and pushed my thumb on the thin fabric that stood between it and her warm invitation. I rubbed it in little circles, and she moaned heavily in reply. I smirked into her lips. Her hands trailed my chest, leaving small scratch marks. She rubbed slight circles into the small tattoo on my abdomen. The usually beautiful and calming sound of the piano playing 'Phantom of the Opera' sounded, but I only felt angry. She broke the kiss, out of breath.
"Told... You...." She heaved with each syllable, and I groaned. I pushed a small button, and spoke directly into the microphone.
"Come in, and sit on the couch. I'll be a minute." I rolled my eyes. The door opened, and I assume my 'client' found their way to the lounge. I pulled my shirt back on, and buttoned it. I pulled my jacket on, before picking up my tie, and looping it around my neck. Y/n forced her top back into the corset. I made my way to the lounge, still adjusting my tie. I looked up, and froze.