To Forgive, Divine (Irene • Casual) DONE

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Adler had contacted him when she had gotten the diamond. She had followed the time table James had formed in his mind. Knowing the old Irene Adler, he had given her a specific number of days before she'd call him with the good news. As expected, she delivered. James had ordered a dress through a trusted consultant the day before the diamond was to be stolen according to Adler's measurements and had it delivered to the hotel room he had rented for the exchange. He had no intentions of using the hotel room for anything but the meeting; it provided the privacy and anonymity needed for such a high profile trade.

As it were, James didn't feel the need to dress to his usual standard just for the exchange. He didn't need to make an appearance outside of the hotel and hadn't felt bothered to put on a tie. So, James was dressed comfortably in khakis and a pullover; quiet, unassuming. Nobody would look at him twice when he walked out with a diamond worth more than 6 million dollars in his pocket.

Not that James wasn't Moriarty in that moment. He had a blade in his pocket in case Adler's sticky fingers got too active and, even though he lacked the suit and tie, he was still a no nonsense man. Adler and her silly games, if she tried to seduce him tonight, he'd have none of it. James wasn't in the mood to fuck around with her and her ridiculous idea of control over men. Holmes was an idiot to have developed any sort of attachment to that woman.

[IRENE ADLER]

[url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=30349000 dressed to her best

She slipped onto the hotel registration and got her key. A smile crossing her lips as she silently made her way to the elevator. Her eyes never looking up as she started to cradle her soft toy box as she sighed. Another job done and easy , yet at the same time she wondered if anything at all was to come out of it tonight. Pressing her finger on the 8th floor she started to lift up towards the room as she guided herself away from the elevator and knocked on the door. A smile crossing her lips as she hoped she was not to fussy with her dress. After all she wanted to appear as normal as possible.

Then again what was normal to them, she would not touch him tonight bur slowly gain his responses with no effort. She even had brought a fine wine to company the celebration if there was to be had one. Sliding down on her legs , she left her package as she started to look through the key peephole and slipped out a clip as she slipped it on to the key but saw the door open suddenly. " Mind if I come in." she asked, and started to cross her legs a little and placed her hands in her back. With the package in hand, she checked that she had not forgotten anything other than what she needed. She hoped that he was not going to disappoint her on the end of his bargain.

Then again, maybe she was expecting to much from such a little trivial thing. Then again she had also better watch her tongue or he would be breathing fire. Turning her face away , she did not look at the man as he said nothing and spoke nothing to her. Well if she could at least come in, she had not worked so hard or planned so much just to be left outside in the hall. After all what would people think if they saw a young lady such as she and a man such as him. They would think they would be lovers.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James glanced over his shoulder from where he stood by the window. Right on time. "Your dress is on the bed," James motioned to the flat box that rested on the bed. He hadn't seen it personally but had been assured that it was blue with a scoop back. James didn't move from his position when Adler finally breached the threshold into the room, only adding "Make sure to close the door,". He reached forward and cracked the window before pulling his fag's from his pocket and lighting up. He really should cut back on these things. James inhaled deeply and eyed the burning tip critically as he exhaled. Yes, he should quit. Nearly 40 cigarettes a day was not healthy at all.

Besides, a man such as him could not handle the indignation of being addicted to anything. A laughable idea. James Moriarty (not Edwards, not now) was too in control to ever fall prey to an addiction. And if he did, it would not be a common one such as cigarettes or some drug. No, that wouldn't do at all. James already had one addiction to deal with: power and money. Or money and power, they seemed rather interchangable at the moment.

"Have you got the diamond?" James asked after rousing himself from his reverie. The malingering train of thought seemed rather unneeded and a waste of time at that moment.

[IRENE ADLER]

She entered silently, closing the door behind her as she started to take out the diamond. His words almost suddenly changed as she hated the way he talked to her. The dull boring tone that he used was not helping her. Her hands leaving the box , " I hate your attitude of discomfort but guess its not my fucking say is it " she cursed and walked over to the dress. Her hands undoing the bow as she stared at it and left it opened slightly. " It is beautiful thanks" she said in a disagreeable tone, her hands moving the dress to the bed side table as she lied down and started to stare at the ceiling. " Is that it or was there something else you needed" she asked and stared at the man who was staring smoking a cigar.

Her body slightly curled as she scratched behind her ear and started to take out her cell phone. Her eyes staring at the calls as she stood up and started to walk to wards the mini bar. If she did not know what was she suppose to be here, then she was just going to leave. Then again, she had other ideas. Ideas that could maybe help the man relax. Standing up she started to gently walk to wards James as she sat down on a chair near him. Her hands trailing around her thigh as she started to grab the box that she had left.

" The Diamond is in the box . Oh and for your information I deleted all my contacts and put your number in my cell phone " she added and started to stare at her nails. That was suppose to be a signal for him, to let him know that she had done what he had said and there was no secrets or no lovers in her life she was free.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James turned away from the window, his cigarette hangning from his lip, as he walked over to Adler and retrieved the box. He took off the lid and looked over the diamond, tracing the imaculately cut edges with a finger. "You can go," James dismissed Adler with a wave of his hand. He pocketed the diamond and walked resltessly over to the ashtray where he tapped his cigarette. The ash fell into the tiny bowl elegantly. James watched the descent passively, quite entranced by the way the ash moved through the air. Once the ash settled on, James looked away, taking another deep pull from his cigarette.

Oh and for your information I deleted all my contacts and put your number in my cell phone

James looked over at Adler, not surprised that she was still there. At her words, James couldn't help but chuckle. Her attempt at winning his trust over. Did she honestly think by deleting her old contacts would solve the problem? Silly, silly girl. "That's good to know, Adler. Take your dress and be off," James waved his hand at the dress again, then to the door. "I'd rather not deal with you tonight," Being blunt towards Adler was one of the easiest things for James. Playing coy with her only encouraged her petty manipulation of men. She was one woman who benefited from being told outright what to do.

[IRENE ADLER]

She started to stare at the man as he beckoned her out again not even noticing that she was there. That would be no good, she would just get more violent. After all she had promised that her hands were in her pockets. " Afraid M.. or just bored because you haven't gotten any" she breathed low, very very low hoping that he had not heard her. Then again, she was willing for some violence tonight, violence in the form of a warm bed. Then again , the man had one disadvantage that she was going to rather beg than be left without nothing.

She sighed and started to stand up. " Then what would make things more simpler hmm" she asked, and started to pick up the ash tray and started to inspect it with her hands. " You know .. there is more to one persons eyes that what you already know . Besides that .. what if I don't want to leave" she asked casually. Her hands preparing to throw the item as she closed one of her eyes and halted her self waiting for his answer. " You know your ungrateful" she said and stood up and started to walk over towards him. Her hands poking her own ribs as she rubbed her neck. " Please give me another chance" she begged.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Afraid M.. or just bored because you haven't gotten any?

The words were spoken in low tones, obviously supposed to be just under his hearing but James had exceptional hearing. He knew that Adler was aware of the fact. James didn't repsond to the jibe, he wasn't in the mood to satsify Adler's bizarre need to goad him on. Instead, he looked at the diamond and carefully inspected it for flaws. The stone was perfect in every way. Clear with every cut straigth and sure, created by a master. It would garner a hefty price on the blackmarket, of that James was sure.

And then Adler wouldn't leave. James rolled his eyes and turned to face her, shutting the lid to the box and slipping the diamond into his pocket as he did so. "I'll leave then, you can stay here. Feel free to order a film, it'll be your only company tonight," James started to move past her but then she spoke again. Calling him ungrateful and begging for a second chance. "I never said I was displeased with your service. Tsk tsk, so presumptuous Adler. This diamond was your second chance, consider yourself on probation now," James brushed past her and started towards the door.

[IRENE ADLER]

Sighing, she stood up and started to throw the glass ashtray in his direction. " I ... I.." she started to breathe as she walked over towards the man and curled her hands on his hair. A sigh escaped her , she wanted to feel at least a mans touch and then again she would be left alone. If she was going to push all her will, she better do it now rather than later. Sliding off her coat, she started to remover the gloves and her shirt.

Walking back to him, she grabbed his shoulders and sighed. Her hands moving his hand away from the box as she grabbed it back and started to wonder what he would do to have it back. After all she was actually wanting the mans attention, yet at the same time grab him for her carnal pleasures. " Dick head" she breathed and started to wonder if anything was going to make him come back to her.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"And you're a slut, Adler," James let the woman take the box from him and watched as she moved about, obivously frustrated. She began to undress and James crossed his arms. He knew what she wanted. She wanted to hurt, to feel his hands on her, bruising and cruel, despite her so called love for Holmes. James could do that, dominate her and take everything for himself. And what that would do to dear old Holmesy. James chuckled at the thought. Without hesitation, James reached out and tangled a hand in Irene's hair and dragged her close to him.

"What, exactly, do you want Adler? You can't have Holmes now so you'll have the next best thing?" No way in Hell was James the second choice. He was smarter, richer, and more handsome than Holmes ever dream of being and yet this bint always chose the detective. Not that James had any particular interested in "being with" Irene Adler. She was a loose woman and greedy, always wanting the upperhand which James could never allow. No, James always had the upper hand, as he did now. James's other hand slid up Adler's thigh, resting on her hip, as his thumb began to trace circles into the hollow of her pelvis, he said in a velvety whisper, "Or was the good detective not...man enough to give you what you really want? Could he hit you, burn you, hurt you like you crave whenever you're near me?"

[IRENE ADLER]

She chuckled and saw that he approached her, a smile curling her lips as she felt his arms wrap around her hair. His hands moving gently around her thigh, she really missed the way that he had touched her. " Oh and you would be happy to know that he will never speak to me again if he found out. Which is why I sent him a nice clean letter" she purred and pressed herself into his chest. Her body moving away , as she reflected on what she liked about Moriaty. " It was him that tortured her. Made her weak, yes she ha d to admit she liked the pain.

" I guess I have to confess I like your methods of pain and yet you care also for wounds." she explained and started to walk over to the bar and grabbed some of the mini alcoholic bottles and opened them with her hands. Her hands lifting the bottle to take a sip, as she gagged. Strong, to strong for her but yet soothing for the things she was going to like this night. Yet at the same time , she had to say she liked the darker parts of herself. She liked the way that she would hurt herself. A sick twisted vice that she had ever since her youth. Yet more now that she was with the man in front of her.

" Actually you are better than Holmes at least you trust me. The man never trust me . " she confessed and bit her bottom lip. Could that be the right answer. Yet at the same time she was in deep thought about it. " I just like a man who knows how to control me and yet at the same time satisfy me. Holmes was just a game, and he still is" she lied and sucked in a breath. Her stomach making her feel like she deceived some part of her. Yet was she really this cruel .

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Who would have ever guessed that Irene Adler was a masochist. James snorted quietly in ridicule. "I never said that I trusted you. In fact, wasn't that the whole point of this excersize? You're trying to earn back my trust, correct?" James held out his hand expectantly. "Give me the diamond Irene, and we'll see what happens," But James already knew what was to happen. He would take the diamond and leave Adler to fester in her own pool or self-loathing and cheap liquor.

He had other business to attend to, business that dealt with his world outside of the blackmarket. Professor Edwards had to write a speech for graduation as well as write a new final after some pisshead managed to steal the old one. James didn't feel like turning in later than he had to and that meant getting out of the hotel room soon.

James gave Irene a slow smirk and settled on the edge of the bed. She'd be less of a hassle if she didn't know he was going to leave the moment he had his hands on the diamond.

[IRENE ADLER]

She smiled, she could sense through his lies. If she gave him the diamond then he would never in the world have a way with her. Then again , she hated the way that he was so boring. He never took a chance, then again maybe she could find someone else to have some fun. Ignoring him, she took out her cellphone and started to write a text message. " Piss off" she said and started to hide the diamond behind her. The sharpness making her not put her whole weight over it as she found this whole deal terribly amusing.

Then again, the man beside her would maybe think otherwise. She knew that he was a trickster. Then again , she might just move her way about the strong shell to actually get away. "Or you could let me keep the diamond a few more days. " She said waving her hand in the air. Ideas could be sprouted freely, yet none of them could really settle until they had a proper course of action.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Rolling his eyes, James approached the bed in two fast strides and forcibly pulled the diamon from Irene, shoving her to the side in the process. He didn't really care if he hurt her then, she was trying to get between him and the diamond."I'm done with your games Adler. Unlike you, I do have someplace I need to be tonight. Pull this shit again and you and your dear Holmes will be finished," James pocketed the diamond and was moving out the door before he had finished talking. James opened the hotel door with a snap and slammed it behind him, walking briskly to the elevator.

He pressed the button three times but when it didn't come fast enough, he changed his route to include the stairs. James descended the stairs two at a time and slowed towards the bottom. Preening as he went, James was the epitome of calm and collected when he walked into the lobby and through the front doors. $6 million was in his pocket and he had escaped the meeting without contracting some unknown disease from Adler's grubby hands. James was going to consider the night a good night, as long as he could get enough brandy in his system to forget about Adler and the nuisance she couldn't help but be.

[IRENE ADLER]

She hissed as the man parted her away from the Diamond, her eyes falling low as she crossed her arms. She hated the vile man with more passion than was necessary. Her poor self was going to get an ulcer if she continued with these actions. The haste, the worry, the fear of the man. Then she was free as a bird for now. But for how long, how long would she be leashed to a man who she had to do the beck and calling of. Sliding next to the bed, she started to look outside, the night air giving an aura of peace and tranquility. She hated to feel like she was hanging by the strings of life. This was all caused by Moriaty. But how far, how far would she stand for this. Maybe forever, since the man owned her. Maybe if Holmes helped, or finding Moriaty’s weak spot then she could get him back for all the vile things he had done to her. Yes that was the plan, standing she started to walk out of the room. Her hands looking across the hall of the hotel as she sighed. So much for a pleasant afternoon.

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