[He shivers] How is this my fault? Hardly. [Huddles further into his coat, but it doesn't seem to provide much warmth.] The logical conclusion is for us to share body heat unless we both plan to freeze to death.
You just had to take a case in the Bloody Swiss Alps. *granted he was bored and chose to stalk him is another matter entirely and irrelevant in his eyes.*
Yes and well, we do have this. *He waves his hand around their surroundings. A bare cabin with and empty cot and one blanket, several tins of unidentified food are scattered about nearby and one lousy log for the fireplace. Good times.*
Oh quit being a girl. We're going over to that bed and cuddling like two grown men should in such circumstances. You really think that coat is gonna help you for long? We'll save the log for later.
[He scowls at the bed, though he shuffles a little closer to it. Wouldn't do anyone any good if he contracted frostbite, pneumonia, or any of the sort. Of course, Jim wouldn't agree to it unless it was his idea, but Sherlock isn't so petty that he would bother with pointing out such a boring fact..]
Trust me when I say I am never revealing that bit of information. * That's between him and the Ibex who ran off with it.* He drapes a leg over and then an arm. Impersonally of course, but it was still within Moriarty's realm of well known lack of respect for personal space.*
[He blinks, looking rather bored.] Apparently your olfactory nerves are dulled. Why don't you try to work it out?
[Likely a mix of chemical scents along with the fact he hasn't bathed in 72 hours, probably. Unless Jim detects something else he's simply gotten used to the smell of.]
*As he is already halfway around Sherlock, he simply buries his nose along neckline, near armpit, and inspects hands.*
Smoke ...Lysol ...possibly vinegar ...grime under nails. What did you set on fire this time? Must have been valuable enough for you to clean it for as long as you did. *props elbow just under refolded hands on Sherlock's chest.*
"Mmm," Sherlock hums distantly, grasping Jim's hand absently and rubbing it. Jim's hands are colder than Sherlock's, obviously. "The toaster, boring old thing, as obvious from the ash under my fingernails, if you'd actually bothered to look."
He's not entirely comfortable to be this close to Jim, but the shared heat is keeping them both from freezing.
"Oh yes, because a toaster should always be exciting." He totally skims over the fact he didn't observe the 'type' of grime. That would be beneath him to argue that point. No it wouldn't but his teeth were chattering just a bit too much for his liking and he couldn't be bothered.
It was ever so minute, but Moriarty's eyes flickered confusion as his hand was touched and warmed up. And then it was gone. Playing it off, he removes his elbow from Sherlock's chest and resumes the initial cuddle position.
Sherlock just settles with his hands bundled against Jim's, looking rather bored and distant.
At least he's beginning to warm up a little. At least Jim has removed his elbow, which had been not the most comfortable of positions. "A toaster is exciting if you pour chemicals in it and reverse the wiring. At least it produced a result."
And someone's fingers begin trailing up and down from navel region to chin.
"I do believe Watson would be jealous should he hear of our tryst." He knows damn well that this isn't ...and they aren't, but that doesn't mean he can't yank Holmes' chain. Unless of course, Sherlock started something and the Apocalypse would probably happen before the other man made a move on anybody let alone him.
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Yes and well, we do have this. *He waves his hand around their surroundings. A bare cabin with and empty cot and one blanket, several tins of unidentified food are scattered about nearby and one lousy log for the fireplace. Good times.*
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[Sherlock just huddles further on the floor, trying to pull his coat over his legs.]
You can waste the log on warmth if you want. [Not that he's hungry or in the mood to cook.]
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I'd hardly call it cuddling.
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How did you end up without your coat like this?
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I would suppose it was stolen, of course, though why I'd say must be a boring story.
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Yes. Exactly. *Sniffs him. Makes a face.* What on earth is that scent draped on you? *Doesn't stop him from snuggling.*
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[Likely a mix of chemical scents along with the fact he hasn't bathed in 72 hours, probably. Unless Jim detects something else he's simply gotten used to the smell of.]
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Smoke ...Lysol ...possibly vinegar ...grime under nails. What did you set on fire this time? Must have been valuable enough for you to clean it for as long as you did. *props elbow just under refolded hands on Sherlock's chest.*
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He's not entirely comfortable to be this close to Jim, but the shared heat is keeping them both from freezing.
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It was ever so minute, but Moriarty's eyes flickered confusion as his hand was touched and warmed up. And then it was gone. Playing it off, he removes his elbow from Sherlock's chest and resumes the initial cuddle position.
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At least he's beginning to warm up a little. At least Jim has removed his elbow, which had been not the most comfortable of positions.
"A toaster is exciting if you pour chemicals in it and reverse the wiring. At least it produced a result."
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And someone's fingers begin trailing up and down from navel region to chin.
"I do believe Watson would be jealous should he hear of our tryst." He knows damn well that this isn't ...and they aren't, but that doesn't mean he can't yank Holmes' chain. Unless of course, Sherlock started something and the Apocalypse would probably happen before the other man made a move on anybody let alone him.
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