2. “It’s nearly time, hm?” _ “You want this job done, Jim?” Moran murmured. _ “That’s why I hired you, Sebby,” replied Jim Moriarty as he freed the other two buttons. “You’ve said you can work under adverse conditions.” Clever fingers had Moran’s belt unfastened in another couple of seconds. “Consider this a spot-check.” _ Moran smirked as he sighted afresh and shifted his stance. Those slender fingers parted his zip and slipped into his pants as the target moved slowly toward the optimum spot.

I approve of this direction…. *fans self*  ^_^  (Thank you!)  *tries to fight urge to make happy grabby hands for more*  *Fails* *Makes happy grabby hands for more* 😀

1. Sebastian Moran aligned the cross-hairs with the base of the American senator’s skull, waiting for the right moment. Shifting slightly, readjusting with a tilting movement of his head, he readied himself for that moment of stillness when a caress of the trigger would send a bullet at over 900 metres per second to snuff out his target like flicking a switch. A very messy switch. Soon. Stilling himself accordingly, he felt hands slowly run around his body to undo his topmost suit jacket button.

Yay!  Sebfic!  XD  Good lord I love you woman; getting into the Sebby frame of mind already?  ^_^  *hugs this ficlet carefully because it might just try to kill me*  Thank you!  o/