"Surprised you haven't ran, yet." A blond man you just realized was there commented. Moriarty looked between him and you for a second, before pulling you closer, like an overprotective boyfriend. You barely knew him, and he was treating you like an object.
"Well, it's either this or be bored at home, so this was the obvious choice." You retorted, and tee blond man's jaw dropped.
"Yep. You, Sherlock, and Boss. All one and the same." Moriarty sent the man a lethal glare, shutting him up, and hoping you wouldn't respond, of course, you did. You hummed a small reply.
"I wouldn't be quite so sure. Yes, we all share a few common traits, but it is obvious the levels of intelligence and what order we all go in. I also believe you forgot Mycroft, and Anderson's sister, Clara. But, if we are speaking of those that frequently do get bored, I believe you forget one key detail, Mr... Moran? Is it?"
They both let their jaws drop this time. Moriarty wanted to know, and thought this was getting interesting.
"And what would be that, my dear?" He made sure his speaking was outside his normalcies, but still proper. You obviously had a linguistics degree, that's how you knew Moran's name.
"Simple. Sherlock has ADD, you have many impulse control disorders, and I have both, plus OCD. And Mr.Moran, if you want to ask, then ask." Moriarty smirked at you, approvingly. Oh yeah, he made the right decision.
"Howthebloodyhelldidyouknowmyname?!" He thought it must've impossible, there was no way in hell she could've actually deduced his name.
"Quite simple, Sebastian, may I call you that? Never mind, don't care. Mr.Moriarty was annoyed with you earlier, he was tapping the syllables to your name out on his leg, earlier when he kissed me, I snuck a peak at the notebook in his right inside pocket, memorizing the list. Two syllables, Moran or Moffet. Moffet is an American name, and you're clearly Irish, much like the name Moran. It was elementary, at best." Moriarty was shocked, he figured you'd used a series of language analytics to figure it out like he had, but your way was much quicker.
"That, and you put an emphasis on the words 'More' and 'An', the two parts of your name." There was the linguistic in her. Moriarty chuckled maniacally, and Moran just sat there, mouth agape and looking like an ape.
"Don't look so surprised, I took an interest in her for a reason, Moran." You cocked an eyebrow at the criminal, while Sebastian's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and Moriarty simply tutted.
"Oh, really? So you aren't going to kill me the first chance you get?" You sassed, knowing the answer would be hard for Moriarty, because he was always so in control. His face flushed, and pink splotched his cheeks. He shook his head as if to shake off any thoughts going on in his head, before a small plan forming in his head.
"Actually, the first chance I get," He rested a hand on the inside of your thigh, leaning in while slightly tilting his head, "I'm going to please you in a way no one else ever could. Then, I'll kill you." You barely reacted, but both your hearts were racing, and both were feeling the increase of sexual tension. Sebastian eyed the sight as if this was something he didn't even know was possible.
"Oh, I see. Sebastian assumed you were gay. I would say asexual, but then he wouldn't be looking anywhere but this sight." Moriarty went rigid, and Sebastian slumped, clearly afraid.
"Though, it is a sound assumption. Even John and Lestrade thought so, what with your Sherlock obsession." He glared at you, clearly unamused. You smiled in reply. A tight lipped, fake smile, but it still drove him crazy...er.
"One, I'm straight, thank you very much, Moran. Two, now I'm having you twice, and will probably tie you up, just for being a smart arse." On his following sentence, he was sure to lower his voice an octave, and the huskiness of it sent shivers down your spine.
"I'd like to see you try." You spat dryly. He smirked in response, leaning in ever closer.
"I am a criminal. I have no problem with using force." He tried to sound intimidating, but you weren't buying it. You hummed quaintly. He narrowed his eyes at you, as if to say 'you don't think I'll do it?'
"I know you won't do it. Forcing me to isn't actually getting what you want. You don't want sex; you want me. There's a difference. Don't try to intimidate people above your level of intelligence Moriarty, it's rather bland." You smirked at his annoyed expression, and soon you found his lips crashed to yours. He moved both his hands to keep you firmly in your place by your hips. You gripped the lapels of his jacket, which semi-surprised him. Both of you moved your lips in time with the other, and he tried to move it deeper, but you simply pulled away. Returning to your original position, correcting your lipstick, and smirking at your achievement. Moriarty was dumbstruck, and Moran's jaw was through the floor of the limo.
"Really, Moran, don't look so surprised. I'm good at getting, and keeping, what I want. It's a difficult skill in this modern era." Moriarty smirked suggestively, and pulled his arm back around you.
"Oh, so you do want me, huh?" He took a quick nibble on your ear, and Sebastian was trying to keep his shock of all this abnormal behavior at bay, but absolutely failing.
"No, I just don't want to be bored." You retorted and he slid his hand back to the inside of your thigh, before leaning in to your ear.
"Well, I can fix that." He whisper-sang into your ear, and you both just smirked.