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Moriarty oneshot - *Prompt 8*

A/n- this part is inspired by the prompt "CATCH!" From my 'speech prompts' chapter! Enjoy 😊 xx Also, sorry that this one took a little longer! I edited it quite a lot and it ended up being over 1000 words.
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The kitchen was hot.

If it wasn't enough for the evening itself to be a humid 25 degrees, your boyfriend pinning you against the kitchen counter with a cigarette in one hand and your waist in the other wasn't helping you cool down by any means... his lips hovered against yours as you creeped your fingers up his back and as your mouths grazed each other, chills ricocheted through your body. He slowly slid his hand down your side, adapting the position of his fingers to fit your curves as he went, until he reached your thigh. When he did so, he grasped the back of your knee softly and hoisted it up, letting you wrap your leg around his waist. He grinned and leaned closer to you, letting out a quiet mischievous growl before your eyes fluttered shut, awaiting the kiss...

*B A N G*

Jim pulled away instantly, pulling a handgun from the back of his belt and bit down hard on the cigarette that he had shoved between his teeth. He scanned the room with narrowed eyes before casually walking out into the livingroom. A book had been knocked to the floor and its metal spine had caused the noise as it slammed against the wooden boards.

"Oh, hello there..." you heard Jim purr from the other room "(y/n) kitten... It appears we have a little visitor." An intruder -possibly an assassin, as you later deduced- had broken in and been clumsy about his movements. He was wearing all black other than his belt (which was brown) from which he whipped out a pathetic looking handgun.

Your eyes immediately lit up and you ran into the study to fetch Jim's new toy... a few moments later, you appeared in the doorway of the livingroom and wheeled a large, thigh-high object across the room. The whole thing was shrouded in a royal blue, silk cloth that hung like an expensive gown.

"Oh... that's an interesting choice kitten..." Jim smirked as you stopped beside him. You kissed him on the cheek and eyed the intruder before walking back to view the spectacle from a distance.

"Do you know what this is?..." jim questioned. The intruder stood his ground, not saying a word, brandishing his pitifully small handgun. "Not talking hmm?... well... this baby was bought by my insanely hot girlfriend back there...Sure, snipers and machine guns are fun... maybe even jazz it up a little with the occasional hand grenade. But  THIS baby right here... she makes the game really worthwhile..."

Jim smirked and elegantly fingered the silk cloth that disguised the form of the object by his side. As he did so, he took a long draw from the cigarette he held between the articulations of his fingers. He exhaled through his nose like a dragon with a precarious temprament and sneered, revealing his pearl white teeth through the veil of smoke...

You swear he almost growled as he whipped off the cover to reveal his toy. Upon seeing it, the intruder let out a mocking laugh that crashed through the smoke and silence:

"THAT thing? Its fucking ancient! What do you expect to do with that?..."

Sitting there, proud and still, was an antique revolutionary cannon... it was gorgeous. She was in immaculate condition other that the fuse which had been cut down to barely a few millimetres. Jim raised his eyebrows and turned to you, beckoning you over with a seductive flick of the cigarette between his digits. Your heels clicked over the wooden floor as you sauntered over. You swayed your hips unintentionally as you stepped closer. The intruder apparently found this very appealing...

"Damn..." he wolf whistled at you from across the room. You froze. That was the last straw... you placed your hands on your hips and furrowed your eyebrows slightly. There was anger brewing behind your eyes...

"Its awfully big too..." the intruder continued, mockingly, "is your boyfriend compensating for something?..."

You gritted your teeth harshly. The heat was intense now. The night had swelled further and the humidity had turned to a dewyness as the sunset flooded in through the bay window where the man stood. Touching your tongue to the roof of your mouth, you gave the intruder a sexy sneer. You also pressed your arms together across your chest, accentuating your clevage for a moment before making the deadly strike.

"Oh, you like games?... well... I hope you know this one..." you plucked the dwindling cigarette from between your boyfriend's straight lips and slammed it down onto the fuse. "CATCH!!" The ember caused a sudden fizz of sparks and a titanic expolision sending a small billow of bluish smoke rippling up from the nose of the barell. The cannon ball struck the man in the chest. It completely obliterated your bay window and sent him crashing down into the garden with the cannonball lodged in his torso.

"Well... that got it" you grinned mischievously as you knocked on the barell of the cannon. "I told you we would use it! You always say you pretend to like it when we have guests but see?... it's not such a bad toy now is it?..." you grinned and bit your lip.

"I have to admit, it was surprising more entertaining than I was expecting" Jim purred as he reached down to retrieve his cigarette from the blackened fuse. Before he could place it back between his lips you flicked it from his hand, making it bounce across the floor in a spit of embers and ash.

"You know I hate those stupid things Jim... if you need something to occupy your lips, try this instead..."

You closed your eyes and leaned forward, locking your lips onto his and swaying your hips slightly as if you were engaged in a Latin dance. Jim wrapped his arms round your shoulders and pulled you closer to him before whispering in your ear:

"Next time, just let me use my snipers... it's far less messy..."

"Agreed"