I am not dead, are you? (SherlockXMoriarty PostRBF)

Jim's arms wrapped around Sherlock's shoulders as he came closer. "Yes. Tomorrow's fine." He said, one hand stroking through those ever so lovely curls. "Thanks." He whispered, knowing it was an huge deal for Sherlock. But no matter how hard it seemed, it had to be done.

"Hmmm?" Jim hummed, his lips finding their way to Sherlock's neck. "Do you?" He whispered playfully, acing innocent and teasing Sherlock. His eyebrow rose a little, but he was already dying with anticipation.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Jim's words, "You shouldn't thank me, he's my friend after all, I am supposed to do this... I just... I have never been in a similar situation, it's all so bloody confusing," he admitted, shaking his head right after to try and forget about the whole thing. Just for tonight.

He leaned down towards Jim's lips, the pressure on his neck making him moan very softly. "Yes, I do... and so do you..." he whispered back, his hand massaging the other's shoulders idly.

"Well I better hope you haven't been in this position before." Jim grinned, hoping it would light up the subject a bit. If not to move away from it.
Sherlock was right, they shouldn't be talking about it now. Not when they had better things to do. And yes, Jim knew exactly what kind of things.

"What makes you think I know? All I can think of is we'll have a nice dinner, watch some tv while.. cuddling." He teased, moving his own lips towards Sherlock's and capturing them in a passionate kiss.