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Your first kiss

Mycroft
It had been a day like every other. You worked late at Mycroft's office and he did as well. You didn't see him but you could tell as much as that he didn't leave his office for the last hours, except there was a secret exit, which you highly doubted.
It was around 11:30pm when you finally finished up and got up to wish you boss [and main love interest :3 ] a good night. Maybe to scold him again for working that late.
You knocked on his door and waited. No answer. You did it again and a third and fourth time. Still no answer. You sighed. Maybe you were worrying for no reason at all, so you reached down to the door handle excepting the door to be locked. You were surprised when the door actually opened, reveling a perfectly cleaned and organised office. In the office chair sat a Mycroft you certainly didn't want to see. His head was sunken to his desk and his hands and arms were handing loosely to his sides. You were so shocked that you momentarily forgot to breathe. Your first thought was that he was dead or unconscious, so you rushed over to him.
'Mycroft.' you called him by his first name as you forgot all your formalities in that moment. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he moved under your touch. The feeling of relief formed all over your body as he straightened up and looked at you with a tired and confused expression.
'(Y/N)? What's wrong?' he asked groggy not being able to read the atmosphere. You placed your hand on your chest as you breathed in and out deeply and slowly, trying to calm down.
'Dear, what happened?' he now asked starting to get worried what was a rare state for him.
'I-I thought you were unconscious.. or...or worse.' you stuttered meeting his gaze.
'Oh. Yeah. I am sorry about that. I must have fallen asleep.' he stated to what you shook your head in amusement.
'Yeah, I noticed as much.' you giggled. Now a faint smile was forming on his lips as well. He scratched the back of his head as he sat on the corner of his desk and looked down at you, who was so worried for him. And all pieces clicked onto its right place.
'Are you alright?' you asked as you noticed that he had watched your facial expressions intensely.
'Why are you that worried about me?'
You stared in his eyes bluntly.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean: You thought I was hurt or anything, which made you nearly faint as well. I usually don't cause that kind of feelings in people.' You shook your head once again.
'You are way to insecure about yourself, Mycroft. There are nice people in this world. People who care about you. People like me.' you commented not noticing how free in your speech you were.
With that Mycroft got up from his desk, grabbed both of your upper arms in his hands and kissed you passionately. It was over before you could even comprehend what actually happened, but when you did you stepped closer to Mycroft and kissed him once again, to his surprise. Not that he minded though.

Moriarty
Jim and you had been dating for at least a month now. You had expected him to be comfortable with display of affection but he hadn't kissed you even once. He told you that you were his queen and gave you other sweet and loving nicknames, you have been holding hands and when he brought you home he had hugged you goodbye. Not that you minded. You planned to give him as much time as he needed.
One day you visited him at his 'office' you called it. A busy man as he was his secretary asked you to wait infront of it as he had a meeting right now. And you waited. 20 minutes. 40 minutes. One of his subordinates came around. Sebastian Moran was his name and as you talked to him you started to notice that nobody at this place knew who you were. Jim hadn't told anybody of you. You were not hurt. You understood instead. But Sebastian was slowly but steady getting on your nerves as he begun to aggressively hit on you. You told him that you were not interested but he didn't listen. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. The both of you leaned against the wall opposite to the door of Jim's office, which opened right in that moment. Reveling a angry looking Moriarty. Sebastian misread the situation.
'The meeting didn't went well, huh? Look boss, what a hot chic I just met.' he said gesturing towards your uncomfortable looking figure. 'I think she got lost or something.' he added leaning extremely close to your face, which you turned away trying to get out of his tight grip. That was all Jim could take. He took his gun and shot Sebastian in the foot, who jumped away from you in surprise and pain. You ran in Jim's arms which wrapped around you tightly. Sebastian finally got what was going on and excused himself, jumping out of view on one leg. Jim looked at you concerned.
'Are you alright, my queen? Did he do something weird? I will kill him!' he asked and stated at the same time.
'No everything is fine. You stopped him before he could really do anything.' you reassured him. 'I was waiting for you.' You now leaned into his hug. Now he smiled. Some of his hitmen crossed you as you stood in the middle of the hallway. All of them gave you questioned and interested looks, which seemed to piss off Jim even more. Without warning he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you aggressively but passionate at the same time, claiming you his. The hitmen walked away fast as the two of you had to pull away for air.
'That's not how I expected our first kiss to be.' you stated slightly amused as he looked at you apologetic, but grinned nevertheless. With that the two of you leaned in again for a more loving and sweet kiss. Both of you forgetting your surroundings as your lips moved together. His hands wandered to your waist and the back of your neck as yours rested on his chest, feeling his now fastened heartbeat. And you smiled proud that you could cause such a reaction from the consulting criminal.