Quidditch "Date"

[3potionproblem]

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.

Comments

[ihaveanappforthat]

"I was asking permission to do this..." Moriarty took a step closer before leaning up on the balls of his feet and pressing his lips to Sherlock's. His hand ghosted over the side of his neck with a touch far softer than most would expect from James. Permission, he had been asking permission instead of forcing Sherlock. He seemed hesitant more than forceful, waiting for Sherlock to push him away.

[3potionproblem]

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.