Title: (Untitled Kinkmeme Fill)

Author: Anonymous

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty

Rating: K+

Summary: Awkward first kiss

Warnings: None

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It’s not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don’t four-letter

Irene was not nervous about her first meeting with Jim. Few people had seen him in the flesh and lived, but she would be one of those people. They liked to play the same games.
‘Miss Adler. What a pleasure to see you at last.’
Jim opened the door and closed it again, not wanting to let the heat of the fire escape the small room. He turned at let his eyes run over her. However he would only see what she let him see.
‘You already knew what I looked like, Jim. Don’t be shy. I know you’ve been on my website.’
He grinned like a child with chocolate. 
‘Dominatrix.’
‘Yes.’
The grin vanished and something slightly dangerous replaced it. Irene kept herself impassive to this. Just a little test.
‘Any fun? Beating people up?’
She smiled.
‘You know it is.’
‘Yes… yes I do. I could have you beaten up, you know.’
He took the seat opposite and pressed his hands together under his chin, as if praying. Refusing to look away from his inquisitive glare, Irene merely shrugged.
‘We both know you won’t.’
‘Oh.’ This reply had pleased him. ‘And why do you think that is, exactly?’
Irene lent forward in her chair, not enough to violate his personal space, but enough. Just enough.
‘Bashing me up would be no fun, Jim. All we want is to have a good time, right? So then…wouldn’t you rather play with me, not against me?’
A slow smile crossed the mans features.
‘What kind of games do you like, Irene? Do you play by the rules?’
Irene smirked.
‘What rules?’
‘Right answer.’

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Morlock, Jimlock, Sheriarty

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Jim met Sherlock at Bart’s. He’d been fixing Molly’s computer when Sherlock had interrupted, holding a riding crop. Jim recognized him instantly, of course. He’d grown, gained confidence, but he was mostly the same. Jim was intrigued. When he asked Molly where the body was she excused herself. He watched them for a minute. When it was clear she had a one-sided infatuation he turned back to her computer. He may have taken this job just as a way to get to Holmes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do it to the best of his frankly extensive abilities.

Jim had been walking the halls earlier and had overheard Sherlock and another hospital employee talking. Apparently Sherlock needed a flatmate. Jim didn’t need a flatmate, he didn’t even need this job, but he decided to become Sherlock’s flatmate…to have a little fun. He was going to play a game with one of the greatest minds ever. And he was going to love every moment of it.

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Mike Stamford ran into John Watson that afternoon. He had coffee with him to catch up, and when he heard John was looking for a flatmate he instantly thought of Sherlock. He was about to bring it up with John when he got a text from Sherlock himself.

Don’t bother trying to find a suitable flatemate for me. Found one myself.
- SH

Mike hadn’t known Sherlock as long as some people, but he’d known him long enough not to question the coincidences that sometimes came up. With that endeavor finally cleared up he said goodbye to John Watson and went home.

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Working on Chapter 1 now. Whatcha think?