Sherlock Imagines

But Angel Suits You! (Sheriarty)

Day Eight of SHIPPING HELL
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Jim in a devil's costume wasn't exactly a surprise. He was the Devil in Westwood, after all. And the costume reflected that well- his dark black tailored suit being complete with devil horns, flaming tie, and menacing looking pitchfork. The only true 'surprise' was that the Consulting Criminal would even want to participate in the dreaded holiday. More pertinently, Jim wanted him to participate, as well.
"Baby- come on, it's just a costume party!" Jim groaned dramatically, moving to straddle Sherlock's lap. The detective grimaced slightly as his instincts took over and his hands moved to Jim's waist.
"For a frivolous holiday, with even more frivolous traditions, which are centred around driving capitalistic ideals into the future generation through positive reinforcements of treats," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "you know this." He accused of Jim, who pouted in return. The criminal put on his best puppy-eyes, the dark chocolate pools capturing the detective's attention. His lips twisted into a scowl as he could feel himself already beginning to cave. A deep sigh later, and Jim was dragging Sherlock to their room to get him in his costume.

Jim beamed at his lover, eyes sparkling. Sherlock, however, felt completely ridiculous. The feathers on his back were heavy, and there was not enough fabric covering him. The costume was bought at least a size too small, something Sherlock was certain Jim did on purpose. Actually, he wasn't even sure this was a male's costume.
"I look ridiculous!" He snapped, eyes snapping to Jim in a deep glare. Jim simply grinned back, slipping over to run his hands over Sherlock's shoulders.
"I like it~." He purred, pushing himself up onto his tiptoes, licking his lips as he looked him over.
"In fact, if we had just a little more time, I might've shown you just how devilish I can be." He pulled the taller man's bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a wanton groan from the angel in his life. He smirked proudly, rubbing his hands up Sherlock's chest before pulling away without remorse, leaving his lover wanting more.
"That wasn't fair-" He snapped, getting cut off by a simple clicking of his demon's tongue, watching his finger ticking back and forth.
"Now, now- we've got to go!" Jim rushed, beginning to drag Sherlock from their flat, but he was having none of it.
"There is no way in heaven or hell that I'm going looking like this." He threw his hand from Jim's grip.
"You look great!" Jim rebutted, only earning himself an eye roll.
"I look like Molly trying to be seductive." Jim has to snicker at that witty retort, after all- Hopper was his "competition" and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through her skull if she tried to touch his Sherlock.
"But- you're my annnngeelllll!" He cried, theatrical self shining through.
"I am not an angel!" He argued as Jim wrapped his arms around his love's waist, forcing Sherlock to look directly down at him.
"Oh, come on, Sherly- I think 'Angel' suits you!" Jim giggled relentlessly as Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes. A moment later, he smiled fondly, pulling his criminal up for an overpowering kiss.
"Okay... maybe we can stay home- Just this once." Jim said breathlessly as they pulled apart, already beginning to pull Sherlock to their bed as their lips connected again.