[ The kiss catches him off guard but it's all he can do to keep himself from pulling back--and, alarmingly, he isn't quite sure he wants to. Because his mind is screaming at him to stop and he's having flashbacks of birds, birds everywhere but he's also leaning in, that tap-tap-tap on his neck somehow relaxing him despite how tense his shoulders are. When he draws away it's only to breathe. ]
You're the one that suggested I was flirting with you, Mr. Moriarty.
[ And just like that he has his lips against the other's, hand slowly snaking up the loose fabric of his shirt. ]
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You're the one that suggested I was flirting with you, Mr. Moriarty.
[ And just like that he has his lips against the other's, hand slowly snaking up the loose fabric of his shirt. ]