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1. Post your characters, one per comment. / 2. Others reply to your characters. / 3. Participants are struck by the urge to cuddle. You can SCREAM at this urge, shake and cry, get hearts in your eyes, feel elated and joyful, rant along the whole way, whatever. It DOES NOT STOP THIS URGE TO CUDDLE.

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Jim Moriarty | BBC Sherlock

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[To say that Sherlock was surprised to be in a stand off with his newest and by far most formidable arch nemesis would've been ridiculous. Moriarty would hardy be worth his attention if he didn't have the ability to be an even match.

What was surprising was the unfamiliar feeling creeping through Sherlock as he stared the other man down. He hadn't yet been able to put a name to it, but he knew that it was bad.] You have my attention. What do you want?

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Well, that's a good start. [Warm fuzzies really weren't the kind of thing that Jim was used to feeling either. That aside. His appreciation for Sherlock did seem to go a tad... beyond the normal.

Though normal was a boundary that Jim had run up to, did a little dance over, and skipped merrily past quite a long time ago.]

I guess what I want most is- your pretty little head on a plate. Too tyrannical? Yes. I'll settle for a dance.

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[Sherlock tilts his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing the slightest bit.] A dance?

[He's never heard of anything more absurd. Or more perfect. Of course if it's Moriarty that's come up with it, it has to be a good one. Even if it's not a good one.] There is no music.

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There is always music. You just can't hear it.

[He doesn't mean his phone, but that does prove useful as he pulls it out and sets a playlist to run. The first that comes up is actually his choice for John's ringtone.]

Do you know how to waltz, Sherlock?

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[Sherlock's jaw tightens the slightest bit at having anyone question his ability to do anything.] Of course I do.

[His voice betrays the tiniest trace of annoyance, despite his will to be unreadable. He shrugs off his jacket, throwing it over a chair and rolling up his sleeves. Ordinarily he'd be making these moves before he's about to punch someone, but as he steps up to Moriarty he holds his hands out stiffly.]

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[Delighted, is the best way to describe Jim's expression. His own jacket is shrugged off and set aside, his tie loosened a bit. He takes Sherlock's hand and allows the other man to assume a lead position. If only to prove that he has mastered every part of this dance ahead of time.]

There are faster dances for this song, but I'm sure we can find our steps well enough.

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[Sherlock says nothing in response, too annoyed by the fact that he is giving into Moriarty's wishes so easily, though to be fair they are strangely his wishes as well. That's becoming apparent as his hand tightens on the other man's, his other hand resting on the back of Moriarty's back. He has an intense need to be closer, but he fights it, forcing his feet to move.] Impressive. I wouldn't imagine you had much time for dance when business is booming. How many snipers do you have waiting? Are they waiting for their choreographed number?

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Interesting, you know, I bet they could be taught to perform one. [His hand settles lightly on Sherlock's shoulder as they begin. Knowing that his own men are watching doesn't bother Jim a bit. They've seen him do far stranger things.]

..I'll always make time for you. [Though it's a promise that would normally imply something like fondness, in Jim's voice it promises something entirely different.]

You're lighter on your feet than I expected. With practice I bet we could put Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire to shame.

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I'm sure you could make them do anything with a pull of the right puppet strings.

[Jim's statement sends a small chill through Sherlock. As much as he appreciates knowing that their infatuation with one another is not one sided he also knows it is trouble.]

Should I start calling you Ginger, then?

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I'm sure that you're right. [If there are limits to what Jim is capable of making people do, he hasn't found them yet. Not really.

He's hoping that Sherlock will prove to be a fun challenge in that particular way.]

If that suits your fancy, I won't stop you. Call me anything you like, Fred.

[Tickled with their newfound nicknames, Jim pulls a bit of a showoff spin move and when he settles back into place with Sherlock, it's just that much closer.]

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[Sherlock's hands tighten involuntarily on Jim's suit when he returns to him. The desire to smother other people is not a new impulse to him, but to do it by cuddling is definitely a new sensation. The dancing isn't helping, but despite knowing he needs to get his bearings back, he cannot seem to let the other man go.]

Yet another thing we're evenly matched in.

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[Affection is something that James knows how to imitate, despite not being able to really feel it. He rests his head against Sherlock's shoulder and alters the dance to a simple, close bodied, shuffle. The need to be pressed against Sherlock is not unwelcome, even if it is a bit inexplicable.]

We're a pair, you and I.

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We're not the same.

[Though it's hard to deny the way they seem to fit together. Sherlock has no question about the fact that Jim's dangerous, but he's so many other things as well. Things that Sherlock has never found in anyone else. No one's been able to keep up with him before, let alone surprise him. It's a rare quality and one that he has to admire, even as much as he knows he must be cautious of it.]

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Not the same, but a set, regardless. [To Jim, Sherlock is his last hope. Though that is something impossible to really explain. He does not want to explain either.

Instead, he simply remains fitted just right, lingering until it becomes unwise to indulge in this. Jim pulls his head back and looks up.]

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[Sherlock isn't about to admit that for a moment he was lost between the soft shuffle of their feet or the warmth of Jim's body against his own. Instead he blinks quickly when Jim pulls back slightly, schooling his features as best he can.] You have something to say.

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I'm going to make you wish you'd never heard of me.

[It's soft enough that it could almost be mistaken for a lover's confession.] You'll understand pain in ways you never have before.

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[Sherlock gives a small huff and forces the corners of his mouth to move up, though his eyes remain locked on Jim's.] I'd like to see you try.