Page 9 of Burn for You (Flirting with Forever 3)

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: I’m in a mood, Moriarty, just itching for a good argument. What do you have for me?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Well, good evening to you, too.

I snort. She doesn’t mince words. I like it. A lot. Oh, and it looks like she’s logged into the app right now, too.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Ha-ha. Come on. I know we haven’t exhausted all the discussions we could possibly have.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Okay, fine. If that guy, Jeremy Brett, does your favorite portrayal of Sherlock, who does your least favorite?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: And don’t you dare fucking say Cumberbatch.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: I’d never. That new show is awful—the one with the female Watson? Anyway, the whole Sherlock/Watson dynamic is just weird. And I really think they are messing too much with a classic.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Well, surprisingly, I respect that opinion. Mostly because I’d assumed you’d like her just because she’s a woman.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Not a chance in hell. It was not nearly as good as it could have been. And putting a woman in there just messes with the sexual ambiguity of Sherlock’s character. The classic take will always be better.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: My least fave is the latest movie. Too much comedy.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Aw, see, I kind of liked that.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: But that’s the reason I like Cumberbatch. He’s funny without trying.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Okay. I’ll concede that point.

I fucking love the debates I have with this woman. She instantly puts me in a better mood, and I can’t even pinpoint why. She’s quick and witty yet sensible, and she always has excellent reasoning to back up whatever her standpoint is. And I’ll readily admit all that, even though I don’t always agree with her. She has a way of making me see her point of view and at the very least, understand where she’s coming from. It excites me. My only fear is what she’d be like in person. What if I get to know her, really start to like her, hell, become attached to who I think she is, only to find out she’s different in real life? Or what if she’s the same, but there’s no physical spark at all? Is the intellectual connection between us enough?

I blow out a hard breath. But then I think about that conversation we had about what would happen if we’d met. It’d been hot. We haven’t really gone there since, but maybe we should … and soon.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Why does talking to you get me all hot and bothered?

Apparently, soon is now.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Don’t tease me, baby.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: I’m no tease. I told you I’m in a mood tonight.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: And I get to benefit from it?

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Depends. Can you handle me?

I smirk as I look at my phone. Can I handle her? I can handle most anyone. The real question is can she handle me?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: I can take anything you dish out. Go ahead. Shock me. Tell me your darkest desire.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: I’d like to suck your long, hard cock until you come in my mouth.

I blink. Well, all right.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Of course, in order to do that we’d have to meet, and I would actually have to like you.

I smile. Filthy mouth, cautious mind. Interesting combo. A little bit of backpedaling from her, but my guess is she’s nervous she was taking things a little far. It makes me wonder for about the thousandth time in the last few weeks just who this person is. I have to know. Sooner rather than later.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Sherlock, I think you just might be my kind of woman.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Ah, but are you my kind of man? How will we ever determine that?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: There’s really only one way. :)

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