”Let me show you something.”

        A kiss wasn’t always affectionate. In the case of Elsa Vygotsky, they could ( on occasion ) be done out of spite. Really. How presumptuous could someone get. Moriarty took arrogance to a whole new level and she knew quite a bit about acting like you were much better than anyone you ever encountered.

         He was well dressed, much like herself. Her own slender fingers wrapped about his tie to tug him nearer. Her left hand tracing the collar of his suit. Typically she made every attempt to keep herself warm. Not to bring a chill to others — she made no such effort here. She suspected for Jim this would be much like sticking your face in a freezer.

                    Which was ρєяƒє¢т.

         A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as he exhaled and his breath swirling in a misty grey cloud. Only when she was content that she’d made the atmosphere frigid enough to truly enjoy the chill she was bringing to him did she press her own cool lips to his. She may have overdone it just a little. Lowered her own temperature so much that the warmth that came from him prickled like needles the nearer she got.

        She made no flinch or move to show it. Pulling away after a moment, releasing her grip on both his collar and his tie. “Hope you carry chapstick with you, sweetheart. You’ll probably need it.”