"So, why live a, quote, unquote, 'normal' life, when you could have anything you want? I mean, you're probably smarter than boss and both Holmes boys together, so why waste it?" Moriarty glared at Sebastian, but he was curious also. What did she do again?
"One, I'm not wasting it, I just so happen to prefer most of my time on a time-traveling alien in a blue box who fights another time traveling alien. Or on a pair of brothers and one of them' angelic boyfriend as they 'gank' paranormal creatures. Every once and awhile I listen to music for days on end while studying the theory of parallel universes, though." Moriarty considered her words.
"Aliens?" One of his eyebrows cocked itself like a gun.
"Yep. One rides in a blue police box." You pointed out. Sebastian gasped.
"No way! You're a whovian?! Awesome!" He was finally excited about something you had said.
"I'm sorry, what's going on here?" He started getting aggravated. You smirked.
"We are talking about Doctor Who, it's a show. And to fully answer your question, Mr. Moran, it's because I'd prefer not to be targeted by 'angels' should I be a 'demon', or vise-versa. I'm happy with my experiments, formulas, and equations, thanks." You said semi-sarcastically. It was true, but you didn't want it to be known you were afraid of being either. Moriarty had a sudden curiosity in his eyes.
"So you consider yourself what, please be exact?" He leaned in towards you, and the corner of your lips twisted up into a smirk.
"Simple; I'm nothing, but I'm everything. I'm the light on the darkness, but the darkness showing the light. I'm neither, but I'm both." Sebastian was utterly lost, but Moriarty thought he knew exactly what you were saying.
"So, what you're saying is that you like to play both sides?" He sang, looking you over, with all the new information.
"No. I'm saying I don't like staying in one place for very long. Too boring that way." You leaned in challengingly. Moriarty simply hummed in response. Sebastian was a little freaked out. I mean, there was Moriarty, a female cross between him and Sherlock, and they looked as if they were about to tear each other's clothes off... Wouldn't you be at least a little 'uncomfortable'? Yes, yes you would.
"Should I leave, or..?" You didn't even give time for Moriarty to respond this time. Instead you stood up, immediately, and said your goodbyes.
"No, that's quite alright, I must be taking my leave, anyhow. Thank you for dinner, Mr. Moriarty, and thank you for not allowing him to get out of hand, Sebastian." You nodded to each as you said their name, and Moriarty stood up, and pulled your hand to his lips.
"Of course, Darling. Do call." He kept eye contact the entire time, and had that mischievous smile pulled to his lips. He gave you a wink, before escorting you to the car. He opened the door for you like a true gentleman, but instead of sending you on your way, he hopped in the car with you.
"I would've already assumed you had the information you needed, so why accompany me on my way home?" He pulled his arm back around you.
"Am I not allowed to find a woman appealing?" You could've laughed, had he not been dead serious.
"Typically? No, it would ruin your image." You pointed out, not even giving him a second glance as his other hand decided to rest on your knee.
"But you aren't typical," His fingers began slowly tapping a made up melody as they inched up your thigh, "Now are you?" He leaned in, his hot breath swirling around your cheek.
"Hm. Guess not, but it also leads to another question." His lips hovered over your ear, hand continuing to crawl ever so slow up your thigh, not resting for a second, yet only a quarter way up.
"Oh? And what's that?" This time you turned to look at him, the usual sparkle in your eye probably more so visible due to the expansion of your pupils. Not that he could deny he was feeling any different, but he did smirk at the sight. You leaned in like you were going to kiss him, and all he did was follow suit.
"Why would I trust you, either way?" Freezing, he stared in confusion as you went back to looking at the gorgeous sight of the passing fields and trees, the horizon built gorgeously between sky and land. You were a little proud of yourself, but that didn't last long. He was back to whispering in your ear, letting both hands roam this time, one up, the other down. Let's just say the one on your arm wasn't moving up.
"No one said you had to, but, if we are listing reasons, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. This choice is completely yours. I benefit only one way from one decision. You say yes, and I get you. Alive, well, and you get what ever you want. All you have to do is say yes to this." How do you say no to a promise like that? Well, you were about to twist his words, so maybe you wouldn't have to.
"Alive and well until you grow bored of me, that is," Oh, but you weren't quite done, "Meaning that, after I sleep with you, I have exhausted my purpose. Yet, I refuse to for an extended amount of time, and I don't have a purpose. Dead either way." You pointed out, and he felt the need to laugh. You missed something. WHAT DID YOU MISS?!
"Darlin', that's just rich!" He kept laughing as he somehow spun you toward him, his smirk so present you could see it in his posture.
"What?" You accused, narrowing your eyes to him. How dare he? Bastard thinks he can do whatever he wants!
"You accuse me of only wanting you for, how do you say, personal release," his tone was confident, unwavering, putting a dent in your previous thoughts while he moved to be whispering in your ear again, "but that simply isn't the case. As you so eloquently put it, I don't want sex. What I want, is you." You just realized the hand he had on your hip, the other balanced on your shoulder, as you stared out the window behind him. He just used our own words against you.
"Zugzwang."