A romantic stroll through the city.

"What do I need to bring?"

"Just the basics, Seb," Moriarty pulls a puffer jacket over both shoulders, shrugging the fit, and draws the sharp flash of a packet of gum from one of the pockets. He lays one white strip over his tongue and chews it into his mouth, "Want some? Give us a kiss."

The gum snaps between his teeth, and his tongue, striped with strands of stretching white, offers to share.

Sebastian tucks his gun just under his belt for an easy draw, and twists his ankle once to test the safety of the blade, bright-cold against his skin and the inside of his shoe.

"I'll pass."

Jim looks as if he might ask again, and Sebastian gets ready to step forward and do as the crazy man with crazy power says, but the gum snaps one more time and Jim pouts, "Maybe later."

Sebastian doesn't ask where they're going as they stroll through the crowd. When Jim tuck his bare fingers through his and tugs him to give him a kiss even as bodies shove past them, Sebastian just smiles and doesn't reach in for another one.

Volatile, always.

Anyone in charge is insane.

This is how he lives.

There are glances now, as their arms swing regardless of limited space and the exchange of carbon dioxide with hurried strangers. Its all very intimate, these meetings with the unknown. A woman with a bright bow around her neck bumps into him, and afterwards Sebastian makes sure to breathe the tang of his unminted breath over everyone else who enters his sphere.

Their hands swing, and people are noticing.

Its all for show, Sebastian knows. A gay couple in the middle of london. Just enough to merit a couple of glances, to be memorable enough to blur on the edges of memory.

"Ice cream?" suggests Jim.

"Sure, M."

Ice cream in the middle of winter.

Their hands swing, a point of dark warmth against a blur of solid cold.

Pistachio burns icy into his tastebuds and he can't feel the barrier between his lips and the freeze of the sky anymore. The gum from Jim's mouth hits the bin bag and clings pathetically as the tongue greets the orange of cantaloupe sorbet.

Their palms swing open for a moment and Sebastian almost loses the rhythm of his steps as Jim digs a hand in his pocket.

"Want one?"

Grey and grey and silver. The sky, the buildings, and the packet of gum waved just in front of his nose.

Sebastian doesn't risk it a second time.

"Sure. Thanks."

He rolls the taste of burnt mint against the roof of his mouth. It smoulders and pops and moulds with pistachio.

The thud-rustle of his ice cream hitting the next bin doesn't get any reaction from passers-by.

Jim pulls him in for a quick kiss and it tastes like cantaloupe and mint.

I love these two.

Their relationship dynamic in my head is awesome, I hope I get it right in practice as well as theory.

I really hope we get Moran next season. I would be so happy.

If anyone wants to discuss the recent Sherlock episodes, send me a PM because those were a bit of a twist on the mind there.