Quidditch "Date"

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WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty
TONE: Tense to somewhat romantic
RATING: PG-13 [tw - talk of suicide]
WHEN: Sunday, November 25th
WHERE: The Quidditch stands
WHAT: Sherlock and Jim go on their Quidditch date.
STATUS: Completed
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Sherlock stood in the Ravenclaw Quidditch viewing box watching the crowd far more than he bothered to watch the game as he stood aside from the stands. It wouldn't do well to be stuck in the middle of that crowd. For one, they were very noisy. For another, he was supposed to be meeting someone and standing aside would make him a bit more obvious. Not that Jim really needed the help.

To pass the time he watched Greg and Tony above, comparing their performance and team management styles with what he knew of them. He followed Peter's broom now and then. Things moved too fast to really be all that interesting. Sherlock much preferred a game of whits to a game mostly of luck, chance, and physical skill.

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Sherlock stood still, neither pushing him away nor pulling him close. This wasn't exactly how he thought things would go, not with the day starting so manically with knives and threats of suicide. It was never safe to assume such gestures meant anything when it came to the sociopath but there were hints throughout that Sherlock had the power of life and death over the man with nothing more than whims to orchestrate his demise. Moriarty was desperate for his attention--maybe even affection. Denying him risked dangerous behavior; obliging was just as potentially risky. So he stood still, not so shocked as last time to now consider certain elements of the experience.

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He moved his lips against Sherlock's trying to get a response, he finally resorted to biting down on Sherlock's lower lip - he didn't bite down hard enough to do anything other than cause a little pain. The hand that had been resting on his neck slid up to rest on his cheek, he didn't want him to pull away. The fact that he hadn't pushed him away made Moriarty more than hopeful.

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Sherlock turned his face away as things seemed to slowly escalate from somewhat chaste to more involved. He didn't feel that way about Jim. He wasn't sure he could feel that way about anyone--no more than Jim himself could.

[ihaveanappforthat]

James stared at him for a moment then pulled away. He nodded his head before looking down at the ground. "Alright, yeah, yeah, okay."

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Sherlock worried his bottom lip. "Nothing personal. It's just a game I'm not interested in playing."

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"It's not a game," he all but growled out but then his tone softened, "no, not this."

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Sherlock smirked to himself. "Are you saying you love me?"

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His eyebrows knit together as he gave Sherlock a strange look. "Its not that simple."

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Sherlock nodded, leaning his head back against the wall. "It never is."

[ihaveanappforthat]

He frowned, he had not expected Sherlock to ask straight out. He didn't really know what he felt for the other, he didn't know how to love. He knew it had to be similar but still he knew he didn't know how to love.

"Do you want me to be?" He can play the difficult question game.

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"Honestly? ... I don't know. But I don't think I do," Sherlock pushed his hands deep inside his robe pockets. "What would either of us want with something so pedestrian? It's not like it would change anything so it's beyond pointless. We'd still be the same Jim and Sherlock and you know how I feel about kissing. There's really no point to it. Love is a weakness, a defect. Best to ignore the social imperative to pair off and just enjoy what we have. Which seems to mostly be you keeping me on my toes and me failing to meet whatever expectations you've set for me."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"If you didn't impress me I wouldn't talk to you." He frowned and looked away, unsure of what else to say... his words had rubbed a raw nerve, he'd never been able to love and Sherlock was the first person he'd ever felt something for. It wasn't love, he wasn't able to love, not like normal people. There was no moral compass to it. He wanted Sherlock's attention and he wanted Sherlock to want his. He wanted to protect Sherlock and keep him happy not because it was decent but because he wanted Sherlock to want him. It was that sort of longing to preserve a prized possession -- buy the phone case, the screen protector, the ballistic holder.

"Yeah, of course, alright." He let out a mirthless laugh but didn't say anything else.

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Sherlock smiled at him a little, a learned response by the pinch it gave his eyes. "Just because we're not lip-locked hormonal morons doesn't mean we don't have fun. Nothing lost and nothing to gain. There will always be other Mollys if that's really the sort of thing you're interested in."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"Neither of us could ever be described as morons." His words were a bit terse but them seemed to lighten up only slightly when he spoke up again, "Molly and girls like her aren't my thing. She passed the time and gave me the key I wanted."

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"Well, maybe I'll change my mind sometime. Obviously it wouldn't mean anything but as a distraction it might not be terrible."

[ihaveanappforthat]

"I'm not stupid, Sherlock." He didn't seem offended but he didn't go out of his way to elaborate on the response.

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Sherlock shrugged. "Wasn't my intention to imply you were."

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He shrugged in return and nodded. "I will always be here if you decide to opt for such a distraction." He smiled a flirty smile and watched him for a second.

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Sherlock looked away, a little embarrassed by the exchange. "Right."

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Moriarty chuckled and looked down, trying to surpress his smile and not embarrass him further. Even if that was the most amusing thing he'd ever seen. He muttered something* loud enough for Sherlock to hear and shoved his hands into his pockets.


*'I've missed this.'

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Sherlock glanced over at him, nodding slowly. It felt like years ago, back when they were young and stupid and must things didn't matter.

"Same. Much better than suicide, surely."

So maybe he wasn't going to let that drop completely just yet.

[ihaveanappforthat]

James stared at him for a long moment and then averted his gaze. "Yeah..."

"But you stopped me."

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"Don't make me stop you again. It won't end pretty."

Though, oddly, this had been the best talk they'd had in ages and it came after that shocker.

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"Alright," he murmured like a reprimanded child instead of saying, 'you do every day.'

"That's a rather odd threat though." He smiled for a second before his face fell serious again.

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Sherlock shrugged, in rather good spirits. "I happen to know a few potions quite a bit more annoying to deal with than certain death. And punishments should always fit the crime."