I hadn't really kept track of how many days I'd been staying in London; I didn't really pay attention. I didn't want to, actually, considering I didn't want to leave. I had a reason to stay longer in London, and his name was Jim Moriarty.

God, I hated mornings. Actually, I hated pulling myself out of my lazy state while in bed. I was snuggled well under the sheets with Jim, as he'd stayed the night. No, we didn't do anything. I wasn't ready for that.

I stretched slowly, throwing an arm across his bare waist.

"I know you're awake," he sang lowly.

I groaned, burying my head into his chest. "Am I that obvious?" I picked my head up to open my tired eyes. I threw him a weak smile. "Morning."

Jim smiled crookedly. "Morning." I pushed myself up with my arms, throwing my head back to remove any hair from my face. "I'm guessing you slept okay?"

I rolled my neck. "As good as I could." I kept myself in a sitting position. "I hate getting out of bed."

"Well, who said anything about that?" Jim crawled over to me, slipping an arm around my waist. He started off with a peck on the cheek, which instantly made me blush.

We only looked into each other's eyes for about a half a minute before he kissed me. Tingles shot through my body, making me feel wide awake. Jim pulled me to him to where I had to throw my legs around his waist. I felt this weird sensation in my stomach.

We continued to fight for dominance for another minute or two before we both had to come up for air. I threw my head back, giving Jim clear access to my neck. My nails pinched his skin as he hit spots that nearly drove me insane. I panted heavily. My God, what is wrong with me?

Another shocker was pulled on me when I felt my tank top be pulled over my head, exposing me. Instantly, I froze, opening my eyes wide. I tried to cover my chest with my arms. Jim chuckled low in his throat; I could feel the heat scorching my face.

"There's nothing to be scared of, kitten," he purred. My stomach roiled when looking into his eyes. I tensed up as his hands explored new territory.

Just go with it. Shrugging mentally, I kissed Jim deeply, trying to get past the embarrassment and newness that was being half naked in bed with him.

I could tell my new state was affecting me; Jim was doing all the work. It didn't seem like he minded, though. I could see how much he was enjoying it, trying to make love marks on my skin. I could tell he thrived on me squirming under his touch. I tried to get myself back in the mood by trailing my hands lithely down his body. I could feel his figure quake under my touch.

A smile touched my lips.

Things seemed to get a little more passionate, I could feel it in the air. A small alarm in the back of my mind told me to stop this before it got any further. Right now, I couldn't exactly listen to the warning, not when my head was fogged up and stuck in the moment. It's really hard to concentrate when your boyfriend distracted you with affection.

I fell back on the bed, with him hovering over me. A strangled gasp escaped me as Jim peppered kisses down my collarbone, skipping my chest entirely. My fingers gripped the sheets around me as he tenderly kissed my stomach. My pulse raced through my veins, pounded in my ears.

There it was again, that warning ringing in my brain. This isn't where you want to it go. Stop it before it's too late! I could feel the fog vanishing over me.

"Wait," I said. It was a half whimper, as Jim was now focusing on my neck again. I fought the urge to give in and let him have his way with me. I knew better than that. "Jim, please, stop."

He pulled his head up for air, his dark hair askew on his head. "What for?"

"I-I'm not comfortable with this." I sat up, pulling the sheet over my chest.

"Why?" He kissed the bottom of my chin. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do. It's..." I sighed, scratching my ear. "I don't know."

"I don't see why you're worrying." He went back to nuzzling my neck, trying to mark me.

I pulled away. "This just..." I shook my head.

Something changed in Jim's eyes, something I couldn't place. In the silence, I could feel tension ebbing from him. I swallowed, afraid of where this was going to go. Was he going to continue anyway and not stop, even after I pleaded? Would he hit me because he wasn't getting his way? Jim isn't like that. Why am I so quick to jump to the bad conclusions? I watched him warily.

Wordlessly, he slipped off the bed, walking calmly out of the bedroom. Still with the sheet covering my chest, I crawled along the bed to look over the edges and search for my tank top on the floor. I snatched it, quickly changing. I felt so much better having clothes on me again.

I cringed as I heard a dull thud come from the den room. With shaking legs, I got out of bed, tiptoeing to the threshold. There was Jim, resting his hands against a wall. I bit my lower lip. I never saw him get even a bit angry. Sure, one time he'd gotten a little possessive of me when a few guys looked my way, but that was different. Or was it?

"Jim," I said in a small voice.

I jumped when his phone went off. "Stayin' Alive" blared in the room. Jim grabbed his phone, heading back into the bedroom. My heart raced with fear in my chest, keeping me from eavesdropping on his call. I leaned against the doorframe.

I heard Jim come back to pass me, with a shirt on at least. I held back tears as he left the hotel room without as much as a word to me. I covered my mouth with my hand.

I stepped into the den room to see a small dent in the wall. No doubt Jim had punched it out of anger.

Maybe Amanda was right. Maybe this was just a fling to him after all.

* * *

I was tempted to call Amanda and tell her what happened. But I wasn't in the mood to hear her say "I told you so" right now, not when I was on the verge of breaking into tears. I didn't even get a text from Jim after he had left so suddenly. I thought about trying his phone, but I figured if he was at work he wouldn't want to be bothered.

He probably wouldn't want to talk to me regardless.

I confined myself to the hotel room for the entire day, occupying my mind with TV. That ended abruptly, as everything I watched involved a relationship going downhill or crashing and burning.

Dusk was settling in over London. I was lying on the couch, glaring up at the high ceiling. What if he never came back? What if Jim storming out was him saying we're through? My heart ached at the thought. I didn't want our relationship to end because I wasn't up for going all the way with him. That would be the stupidest reason to end a relationship. It'd also prove that Jim Moriarty wasn't as gentlemanly as he came off.

A soft knock on the door made me pick my head up. Snarling under my breath, I got up and headed for the door. I had an inkling of a hope that it was Jim, back to apologize for his behavior. Maybe it's the cleaning crew, they haven't dropped by today.

My heart lifted slightly as Jim stood before me, a soft look in his brown eyes. Awkward silence hung in the air over us. I scratched at my arm.

"Can I come in?" he asked. I nodded, stepping away. I noticed his hands were behind his back. He turned around so fast that I couldn't see what he had behind him.

I closed the door behind me. "Y-you came back."

"With an apology," he noted. I kept myself against the closed door. "I was out of line this morning, Rachel. I know better, especially since you told me what you were comfortable with." He got closer to me; I pressed myself further into the door, hoping to ghost right through it. "And what you saw earlier I want to apologize for also. I was pushing you too far."

"Why did you when you knew my boundaries?" I whispered.

"I got...carried away. I promise I won't do it again." To emphasize his point, he smiled apologetically, holding out a single rose for me.

Whatever negative emotions I had towards him disappeared. He was genuine about his mistake, I could see it. I went over to him to hug him. I buried my head into his shoulder, relaxing in his arms.

"I forgive you." I pulled away to take his face in my hands.

"Oh, good. I thought I was going to have to do more to beg for it." He chortled.

"Hmm, too bad I can't do a do-over." I pouted. "I would've loved to see how far much you'd be willing to beg. Don't tell me you were going to go to ridiculous lengths." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Well, I kind of made dinner reservations..."

My mouth dropped. "Crap, seriously? How soon?"

"About an hour or two. Don't worry, that's why I came back early. I wanted to give you enough time to get ready."

"And you were banking on me forgiving you so quickly? You felt so confident that you made dinner reservations?"

"Well, it worked out, didn't it?"

"You didn't get an extremely fancy place where I have to dress up, did you?" I raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. "No, I didn't. Now go get ready."

Whatever fears I had about our relationship crashing and burning were long gone. I was getting worked up over nothing. I couldn't help if I was a tiny bit paranoid, considering I was new to this whole dating thing. Books, movies, and TV shows couldn't prepare you for the real thing. Every relationship was different.

Still, the little outburst from Jim earlier this morning did put me on guard.

**So, there you have it, a few more looks into Rachel and Moriarty's relationship before his secret becomes known.

Now, what do you all think? Did Moriarty REALLY care about Rachel like what's been seen and said? Or was he just playing a separate game with her? What's your final verdict on Rariarty?

Me, personally...to this day, I still don't know. I questioned their relationship throughout, especially Moriarty's take on it. I'd like to hope that he loved her on some level, possibly on a normal scale, maybe on a not-so-normal scale. But, knowing our Moriarty, he probably found her as a distraction, an alternative to blackmail and murder and everything else he'd normally do to keep himself entertained.

And if this the explanation above is coming from the author and she truly has no clue, then you know their relationship is very interesting.**