« He will be there tonight » say Sherlock, his finger crossed on his favorite chair. « What am I supposed to do in this? » « You know » he gesture with his hands « For god sake » « Just, you know, charm him, distract him.. » « Why am I doing it refresh my mind » Sherlock stopped and put his face extremely close to yours, your nose almost touching « It’s the only way » he stand up and put his dressing gown correctly « He’s a sociopath but he’s a gentleman » « I’m so relieve right now » « You’ll be in listening don’t you worry » « And then what? » « I’ve got it under control » « You know » you stand up and catch your bag « it would be much more EASY IF YOU TOLD ME THE ALL PLAN » « This man reads mind, I can’t ». You sight « Well i’m off » « Where are you going » You opened the door of the 221B flat « find me a descent dress to charm a sociopath » you shout waving your hand and closed the door behind you.
At 7p.m you enter the flat, Watson checking his tie in the mirror « Ah Y/N you look lovely » « You too John, is he ready? » « Yes » scream Sherlock from his room
« Hat? » ask Watson Sherlock give him a bored look and then present you his hand, you took the micro and put it in your left hear.
Out of the cab you walk into the magnificent house, big names well dressed everywhere. « Sir your name please » request a man in the hall with a notebook in front of him. « Holmes » « Holmes like… » « Yes that’s right Gibbons, thank you » Mycroft appear behind him. We all follow him and took a glass of champagne on the way. « So it is you? » he looked at you, all the way. « Are you sure she’s his type? » « How the fuck am I supposed to know Moriarty’s type of girl… person. » « Quiet sherlock » warn him Watson « Ok Y/N are you sure of you? » You left your long dress a little and show a knife holding at your thight , Mycroft smile extra hard. “Very James Bondish” comment Watson « She’s definitely his type »
You walk alone the huge dancing room, trying to catch him in the crowd, he was as quiet as a shadow. You put your ass on a chair and grab your third glass of champ. You murmured to yourself « I can’t find him » « Keep looking » respond Sherlock in your hear. Your turn from your chair. « Easy » a low but manly voice stop you. A little smirk on his face, James bloody Moriarty was looking extremely good in a black suit with a white bow. « Oh i’m so clumsy » you said, with a little laugh “Oh my..” comment Sherlock. The song change a little and he offers you his hand, you grab it he lead you to the center of the room. You put your hand on his shoulder and he place his on your waist. In a soft and light foot, you two start dancing in perfect coordination. « So who are you with tonight » « Can’t a lady can be here by his own? » « I know everyone in this room sweetheart, except you » « flirt with him » say sherlock, watson need some time « And you wanted to know me more then? » « Stop me if i’m pushing it too far » he say with an other marvelous smile « Pleasure all mine » « Did you enjoyed your evening? » « Champagne make it better » you casually reply « Oh, is there a place you want to be other than this, with a boyfriend maybe? » You smirk « no » « Are you sure? » You left a eyebrow, he search your face « he his analyzing you » yelled sherlock, « say something » « I feel like there is someone.. someone hiding » he look deep into your eyes, still dancing in circle, and for a minute you couldn’t say a word, completely amazed by him « Hiddin’?, that’s an odd things to say » you cough « Is that so? » He makes you turn and squeeze you harder, turning his head to your left, his mouth close to your face, your heart beating real fast. « It’s no good » say sherlock “move” put your all body was his possession. Moriarty took a strand of your hair and put it behind your ear, he whisper « Even for you Sherlock this is such a lame move, come on » his voice makes you shiver. « leave » said then Sherlock. He then, face you again and you feel his hand sliding down your legs. « I’m not even speaking of the knife you have attached on your leg » your body shiver even more at his touch and you blame yourself, and Sherlock, he was not to underestimate, not now and he will never be. « Are you aware of the razor blade I’m hidding in my bra ?» you fire back « Oh sweetheart, you don’t wear a bra » he said with a moan. The song end and he release your hand and put his in his pocket casually. « A pleasure miss y/l/n , my salutation to Mr Holmes » With a last and charming look, he turn away into the crowd.