Silver Lining (James) (Casual) DONE

[IRENE ADLER]

She had a bit of fear to enter the storage room , she had locked her belongings when she first arrived. The coldness of the metal touched her fingers , as she hated to leave her precious things behind. She had made a quick exit. Nothing important ,and nothing really out of the ordinary. A dress, red as an apple and some lipstick as well as a veil. Slipping the keys into the little locked locker she twisted the key around and started to wonder if he would catch her .

She knew that he was around town, oh god all the awful things that he would actually do to her if she got caught. But then again , she was not a caged bird ,and she was just another woman who wanted no trouble. In fact, that time she was pleasantly surprised that he had not noticed her slip away in the night. But now she was back in her lifestyle. It had left a stain on her hands. One she could not rub away so easily.

But in the end time had showed her beautiful things, and ugly things. Either way she was most certainly not going to show fear in front of the man who had changed her life in but a few things. That she was cold at heart during that time, and that she had lied and got away Scot free from it without so much as a remorse from her part. Also she was bound to him in service, since she was actually his employer as well.

Hearing the sound of a door closing, she turned around and started to inspect the room. Her hair left stretched out in messy curls, she was suddenly frightened. Closing the locker, she started to walk with her belongings and passports as she wanted to move them now to a safer spot. One were people could not pry into and break things as they would please. “ Anyone here with me” she whispered and bit her bottom lip.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"Of course someone's here, Ms. Adler," James had been watching the woman, fidgety and on edge. Her fear was palpable, the sour aspect of it staining his tongue. James pushed away from the wall where he leaned, previously hidden in the shadows and space between two fixtures. He was dressed as usual, light grey suit, white shirt, black tie and shoes, dark and subdued next to Irene's red dress and blonde hair. "I'm very disappointed in you, you've been...slipping," Reaching out a hand, he brushed a knuckle against her blonde hair before pinching her chin in his hand. "You've been letting things get emotional, my dear, and we both know that emotional equals sloppy," Squeezing Irene's pretty little jaw harshly, James released her and started to move about.

"For your redemption, you are going to do exactly as I say. Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences," Heedless of the building's strict no smoking policy, James pulled out his silver clasp of cigarettes and chose one, closing the case with a snap. He paused to light the tip, inhaling as it glowed amber and faded. Taking even more time to exhale his initial breath of smoke, James made sure that his eyes found Irene's before continuing. "You're to stay away from Holmes at all costs. When you're around him, you forget your place and who," James flicked the ash in Irene's direction. "You work for. And I've heard what happened with Tormei, someone told me that you offered him your services and that he verbally shredded you. You should have known better. You're to avoid him as well, you know who he is, what he can do.

"Get your act together Adler, I don't pay you to fuck around with my money," A deep pull at the cigarette while stepping closer to the blonde. Again, James touched her face, this time tenderly. He slipped his hand into her hair and pulled her close. Blowing the stream of smoke in her face he snarled. "Fuck up again and you won't get another chance,"

[IRENE ADLER]

There was nothing else to be done, the man’s voice made her feel paralyzed to the spot. A sigh escaping her as she started to place a few things behind her back . His body, moving slowly as it approached further ,and further closer as was suddenly deadly close to her and sighed. Her voice mute as she heard him talk about how she was being careless , how she was letting Holmes get to her.

How could she not halt whatever emotions she had for the man. How could she, I mean the man was her one and only love. Yet this man, had always forbade her from it. Feeling him peck her cheek with her fingers, and also hold her shoulder she could feel the deadly force of the way that man was handling her too. Also his order towards her that she should not get to close to Hector , she laughed and started to feel him tug at her hair.

“ Well James I think I am not afraid of you.. “ she said and curled her fingers around his chest to push him away. “Also my business with Holmes and any other man that I choose is not your problem… I can handle myself.. Besides why are you so jealous of who I sleep with or what I do.” She told him her face mere inches as she grabbed the cigarette and threw it to the side.

Smoking was bad for him anyways, and this place was not the correct time to do so she had forbidden smoking due to all the other stuff hidden among the shadows that she kept secret. But either way, what if she did not obey him. “ What will be my punishment if I don’t… You’re going to spank me” she teased and looked away towards the little hovel she called her office.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James let Irene lash out and push him back. He even managed to contain himself when she snatched his cigarette away, but the moment she questioned his authority, tauntingly inquiring as to her punishment, James chose to not hold back any longer. He struck Irene across the face, no remorse or guilt in harming a woman. Not giving her time to react, he lashed out again, backhanding her other cheek before lowering his hand to her neck. Grasping the flesh there firmly, he pressed Irene against the wall, the flat of his hand pressing into her larynx firmly. A promise of what could happen with no pain yet. "You forget your place Adler," The snarl had gone from James's voice, the cool, collected tones of a professor remained. "I own you, dearest Irene," His free hand came up to trace her cheeks tenderly, almost lovingly. His finger tips ran over her high cheekbones, across her brow, even over her lips. "I've given you money, acclaim in the underworld, and this is how you repay me?"

The hand stroking Irene's face fell away and reemerged with another cigarette. James held the roll between his lips as he lit it. Inhaling, exhaling, James enjoyed the cigarette briefly before tracing Irene's shoulder with it. Bringing to his mouth once more to savor the sharp smoke, James buried the lit tip in Irene's pale flesh, twisted the barely used cigarette ruthlessly. He flicked the snubbed butt away. "If you don't start acting your age, Miss Adler, I will be forced to take drastic measures. And seeing as you have no real sense of self-preservation, as witnessed today, I promise to hurt the only thing that means anything to you. How would you like it is I destroyed your lover?" The last word tasted filthy on James's tongue. "I could take everything away from him, including you. Wouldn't it just break his break? But," James released the woman and stepped back, his hands sliding into his pockets casually. "I am willing to forgive you. The Vatican has loaned a $6 million dollar diamond necklace, worn by one of the saints, to the Museum of History. Retrieve it and you shall be absolved,"

[IRENE ADLER]

She stayed very still ,she could only stare at the man before her and waited for his reaction. The first slap did not hurt, but the second was with more force which made her dig her nails into his chest when he hold her in place.

Her hand raised to touch the sensitive skin which was swollen. A shake of her head making her dizziness go away as she came back to life. The touch of his hands suddenly felt , making her try to force her hands up to his chest. The pain in her back from the impact of the wall making her gag as she bit her lip and blood oozed out freely.

A turn of her head as she stared at his eyes and started to sigh. A glint in her eyes of the tears she wanted to shed. She knew the man would say that she was owned by him, and yes that was true. If only she had not made the mistake of falling prey to his hands of falling for the temptation to rule the world of the underground.

Yet a man could own a woman and she would obey him and yet the nature of their relationship also made things impossible. But the way he was holding her now made her fear him. Looking at his eyes, as he started to caress her hair and the way he slid his hand over her cheek.

Then the burning sensation on her skin as she noticed it was with a cigar she bit her bottom lip and scratched the wall making her beautiful red polished nails crack for sure. “ Is that all ..” she said , but halted as he threatened to destroy her lover. A sigh escaping her as she wished she could kill him, but indeed the man over powered her. Seeing him step back and drop the cigar, she slid her hand over her shoulder feeling the burned skin and tried to fix the tangled mess of blond hair.

She would have been a lot better if she would have poisoned him , or actually killed him many years ago. Stepping towards him, “ I will do as you say.. though if there was something more simpler .. then I would comply” she said sweetly and kept her hands behind her body afraid to touch him.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"There's always something simpler, love," James tilted his head, smiling fondly. Such poise, always ready with a face to put on. It was one of the reasons why James had wanted her to work for him. She didn't let things rattle her. The tears she wanted to shed, but didn't, and the way she refused to let him keep her down. "But I need that diamond and I know that you'll get it for me, won't you?" He could get so much more from her. James held the life of that pathetic Holmes in his hands (as far as Irene knew and was concerned) and that could get him anything he asked.

Even if that request went beyond professional boundaries.

"Who knows, perhaps you'll be rewarded. What would you want? Hmm?" James teased. What indeed; more money, permission to be with Holmes? No, she'd probably be sentimental and ask for Moriarty's word that Holmes would be unharmed. She was, after all, just a woman, smitten with some prick. It was disgusting really. Love was so base an emotion, unneeded and bothersome. Look at Adler, for instance. Once the best, most promising upstart in the criminal world. And now she had been verbally lashed by a politician and mobster and was willing to bend under pressure. The old Irene Adler wouldn't have been so...compliant.

[IRENE ADLER]

She smiled ,and turned her head away, a blush forming on her lips as she walked cautiously towards the man who had lashed out at her. A hand curling around his hair ,as she kissed his cheek. “Anything that you wish .. is at my disposal I will get the diamond because you are always so sweet with me. " she said purring in his ear as she let her lips brush barely touching his skin. Yes she knew a way how to make him dance or make herself dance to his liking. She would play his game, become hard and become cold dye her hair back and maybe even come out and lash with full force. She knew that the game was just starting, she just hoped that Holmes would not take it as a personal matter .

Sliding her hands up against his tie, she tightened it slightly seeing it unloose and kissed the corner of his lips. " Oh I think I need a new dress maybe something to make myself pretty. You know how vain I am. " She breathed and turned away, her arms curling around one of her locks. Yes Vanity that was one thing that would hide out what she feared, and she could also hide everything from all the mobsters that she knew or met eyes. Even Moriatys, so long as he believed that he was in control in which he was then she would be left alone. “Have you ever thought of me and you.. What if no Holmes existed” she asked wondering, hiding her true intentions of finding things out.

Her hair flowing in the air as it hid her face, her eyes turning to her zipper as she started slightly open the dress that she was wearing. A little showing of flesh went a long way with men, she knew that all to well as well.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James remained still as Irene approached him, touched him. He knew her game, how she manipulated men. He let her continue with her ministrations, taking greedy pleasure in the contact. "You get me that diamond, you'll get the dress," Not a hard bargain to make. Yes Adler was vain, a vice that James was more than willing to encourage. It wouldn't damage him if she wanted to be beautiful. "I get to chose it, though," Even in the face of a truce James didn't want to give up his power. He could control practically every aspect of her life, including her dress. "I'm thinking blue, open back," James made a show of looking her over, his eyes lingering on the burnt flesh of her shoulder.

Have you ever thought of me and you.. What if no Holmes existed

James mulled over the question even though he knew the answer immediately. He would never have a relationship with Adler that extended beyond the bedroom. "You tell me, Irene. What if no Holmes existed?" James initiated contact, stopping her hand as she undid her dress. He pulled her hand from her body, tugging her to him. "If Sherlock Holmes had not entered your life, would you have chosen me?" James liked to think that he knew the answer. Power-hungry women tended to flock to him.

[IRENE ADLER]

She smiled and started to see that he enjoyed her touch. " I wont fail you M.. Not like if I ever have." she teased and started to hear him say that he would pick out the dress. " Fair Enough James.. Will I get to show it off" she breathed and started to curl a hand around his neck. " I am glad you support my vanity for being beautiful. " she teased and started to see him hold off her hand to were she had started to remove her dress. His eyes staring at her burn, as she covered it and leaned in licking his nose gently. " May I remove my dress." she asked sweetly and batted her eye lashes.

Hearing him say that he should tell her, she clicked her tongue and brushed her hair away from his face behind her ear. " I think we would make good bed mates. We would have a wonderful time making the bed shake. Or as some people call it making whoopee." she teased and brushed her hand into his own and stopped as she heard him say if Holmes had not existed would she have chosen him. " I would have never made it easy, you would have to be a true lover and prove to me " she said and stared at his eyes a sigh escaping her as she felt something stir in her belly.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"Hmm," James hummed. She answered just as he thought she would. Of course they'd have chemistry "making whoopee" as she put it. "As it stands, dearest, Holmes does exist. Villian I may be, but I do not support adultery," James moved Irene's hair away from her neck, kissing there softly. "I do appreciate the offer though," James redid the zip on Irene's dress, running his hands down her back after. "You promise never to see Holmes again, to cut off all ties, and follow through, then...perhaps..." James mimicked her motion, kissing her nose and patting her red cheeks.

"I do apologize for hitting you, I had to prove a point. You understand," James eyed the flustered skin, running his knuckles over it soothingly. "It's all business," James explained with exaggerated neutrality. "You wouldn't happen to have scotch stored away any where have you? I fancy a having a drink," Looking around, James moved away from Irene and began to take off his jacket. "No where else to go tonight and I doubt that whatever arrangements you've made can't be changed,"

[IRENE ADLER]

She smiled when he started to hum, that sweet hum that she knew was the signal that everything was better. Seeing him say that he did not support adultery made her head start to gaze down to the floor. A sigh escaping her as she looked from the corner of her eye up to him. “What if I keep things secret from you..” she breathed and started to stand up as she noticed him kiss the burn tenderly her body staying in control as she wanted to not flinch at his affection .

She hoped that he had not heard that, she did not want to see anymore of his foul mood. “ But I guess I already know the answer to saying no to not seeing Holmes. “ she breathed..
Her hand running across his hair as she noticed him kiss her nose, her hand going up instinctively as she rubbed it slightly and grabbed his arm. “ I have a wonderful selection.. a 12 year old in my office just up the stairs “ she told him and grabbed his coat. Even though now they were on common grounds , she had to still keep her watch and stay calm and collected. “ Hmm how do you suggest I get rid of Holmes, he will be sure to find out the diamond was stolen by me. By the way do you like my hair .. I know you fancied me being brown but I don’t know how you think of these locks. “ she said and curled her hand around his. This was all just a game, nothing personal was behind it.

She just was trying to keep this man at ease , she was never the type to ask for Holmes to be safe. If she acted her part correctly she knew no harm could come to the man. But if she made a face and was misbehaving then she would find her self on the noose.

It had been the same in London , why would it not be different here. Leaning her head, she remembered still how she had not told him that it was alright to be hit. “ I do not mind you being forceful with me, in fact I find it quite enchanting” she said referring to his apology and started to wait for him at the stairs to her office. His coat still hanging around her arm , as she started to place it around her dress. The night air making goosebumps form on her skin as she also did not want him to notice that she was actually also getting cold. But no matter, she could survive , she always did . She just now had to play her cards right and maybe even get into something a little bit more loose than what she was wearing too.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James looked over at Irene while climbing up the stairs as she directed. She had taken liberties with his jacket and was wearing it, without his permission. He made a mental note to take the garment to a launderer right away lest he catch whatever disease Adler was sidled with. "Keep whatever secrets you like Adler, as long as they don't interfere with the job. And Holmes is one secret that would interfere," James then fell silent as she prattled on, too many words for no message. At the landing, James moved forward to find the alcohol. 12 years. It had the potential of being good but if it was a substandard brand the age wouldn't matter. Disgusting scotch was always disgusting scotch.

Locating two glasses, James poured two fingers in each and passed one of the glasses to Adler. Toasting silently, James drained his glass before refilling it and finding a seat on top of a desk. "Honestly Adler, I don't give a damn what you do to your hair," He had never been fond of one color or style over another so it was rather stupid to ask him. Hair was hair was hair. As long as she had hair, James didn't really care about the color.

I do not mind you being forceful with me, in fact I find it quite enchanting

James raised an eyebrow skeptically, smirking into the scotch as he sipped. Hard-headed Irene Adler liked being dominated? A lie, James was sure. She liked being in charge, having the advantage. "No need to lie right now, you're safe at the moment,"

[IRENE ADLER]

She started to remove James coat from herself, as she slid her hand across his hair as she sighed and started to start to check her nails. The heat of the room making her hot as she grinned. Standing up, she started to walk over towards her vanity , as she started to tie her hair in a pony tail and turned around as she started to undo the dress as she slipped it on the ground. She rarely cared about what he saw, she had been in so many occasions that she had to strip.

Sliding away the panties off , she started to slip off the bra as she started to throw in a basket her clothes. Turning around she picked out a simple shirt and some shorts. “ No point in destroying clothes right. “ she said, and slipped them on quickly as she sat down and started to nurse her drink. “ I am glad, and I do promise ill stay away from Holmes.. Ill break his tiny heart for you again with one condition.. You leave him alone.. “ she promised , making him hear her out that she was doing her part. He now had to do his.

She explained and started to take a larger swallow of her drink. Standing up , she traced her hands around his face and sat down in his lap and started to draw her face close to his. A smile contorted in her face as she wanted to leave him something to savor before she would return in a few weeks. The shirt letting her shoulders become exposed, as she sighed and started to devise a plan to get that diamond in her head.

“ What about children.. “ she asked casually in a quiet tone, and started to twiddle her fingers and wondered if there was anything else she should ask. Though the children question was pretty obvious to what she was wondering, but then brushing her lips across his lips she smirked and started to stand up and not looked at him.
She wanted to pull his strings..

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

When Adler started to get naked, James knew that it was time to go. He drained his glass and started to shrug on his coat. "In case you haven't noticed, your boyfriend is the one with the fixation. I have never taken the time to seek him out, he always finds me," James screwed on the lid to the liquor and made his way to the door, ignoring her last comment about children. He was a master manipulater, he knew when someone was trying to mess about with him. That and he knew that Irene Adler was not the parenting type. Even if she was cursed with a baby, she'd either abandon it or be the worst mother on the face of the earth. "Hands to yourself Adler, I've been patient today. If you keep initiating contact such as kissing, petting, or sitting on me there will be a consequence of appropriate intensity,"

James starte dback down the stairs, the liquor in his palm. "Get me that diamond Adler," He called over his shoulder as he made his way to the door through which he entered. "The exhibit will only be here for two weeks so step to. You screw this one up, you're out. For good," At the bottom of the stairs, James paused to right his appearance; smoothing his hair and fussing with his clothes. Adler had a way of disrupting normal composure, rumpling even the most put together men. It probably had something to do with her inability to keep her hands to herself.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

~FINI~