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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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.

[3potionproblem]

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.