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[drwhitly]

Martin had been looking forward to seeing Joan Watson again. Ever since they had met, she was on his mind daily and nightly. So he woke up that morning, attempted to brush his hair, shape up his beard by the prison barber, and await her in his cell.

When the guard came in to bind him, he was surprised that his hands weren't cuffed, but the leash was still there attaching him to the wall; in case he was to run? It was a silly notion, but he didn't complain because he was going to see her that day.

When he saw her figure being let in the first set of doors, he stood, approaching the red line.

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[formersurgeon]

She really was spent, to the point of feeling warm and sleepy, wrapped in the afterglow. She looked down at him and smiled, reaching down to stroke his cheek with her fingertips, a distinctly affectionate gesture.

"You're incredibly good at making me climax," she answered softly. "Come up here and lie with me?" She wanted to be close to him, in his arms, sharing the warmth of the moment. If they weren't in a prison cell she would have suggested spending the night, but at the moment she thought that wasn't an option.

[drwhitly]

"I know," He replied, not shy on his abilities as a lover, but enjoying the compliment. Moving from between her legs, he slid in beside her, bringing her to be in his arms. He certainly would love for her to spend the night although his entertaining and hosting abilities were extremely limited. He also knew that it would be costly for him to afford for her to stay with him; it was a mighty trade to just get this sort of conjugal visit.

"If we were at your place, we could spend all night like this." he spoke softly, kissing her head.

[formersurgeon]

She nestled against him, her small body fitting so comfortably in his arms, and sighed contentedly, brushing her fingertips along his shoulder.

"That would be nice," she murmured back. "I wish we could fall asleep together."

It was a different sort of intimacy, one that she had only shared with a couple of her "exercise partners," and even then without the sort of affection that falling asleep right then and there, in his arms, would represent. It represented so much more trust.

[drwhitly]

So few women would fall asleep beside him now that it was very public knowledge of what he was. Joan being so comfortable with him did mean something and showed him her mindset.

"Maybe one day," he smiled softly, almost knowingly. "In your bed or mine." Yes, he had a life sentence, but who knew. Stranger things had happened in life.

[formersurgeon]

If she weren't so warm and relaxed and sleepy, she would have picked up on the knowingness, but as it was she laughed softly. It would be his bed, of course. He did have a life sentence, after all.

"One day," she answered, lifting her face to kiss him gently.

[drwhitly]

Martin smiled, hearing her agree. It didn't matter if she caught on or not, he knew what the future could hold.

"And then I'll cook for you in the morning." He was a romantic despite not really feeling true romance. He appreciated the concept and thought.

He kissed her back, "You can rest, darling." Giving her permission if she were to doze off. "No one is making you leave."

[formersurgeon]

She smiled at his assertion that he'd cook for her, assuming it was a joke. It was still sweet, the romanticism coming through. "Such a gentleman," she murmured.

He gave her permission to rest, and she nodded sleepily, then snuggled in closer, closing her eyes. It wasn't long at all before she drifted off, feeling warm and safe in the arms of a serial killer.