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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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"Both," she said, her smile slightly teasing. "How I feel about you. How you might feel about me."

She smiled up at him, playing with his hair. "I'm so glad I did. You turned out to be even more interesting than I expected, and I expected a lot."

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“And how do you feel about me?” He asks now that he feels prompted. He doesn’t say how he feels about her just to keep the focus on her thoughts and feelings for the moment.

“I am too. You were quite an enigma at first, but now I feel like you could be much more.”

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She pressed her lips, thinking for a moment, still playing with his hair.

"Attachment," she began. "Endearment. A strong desire for intimacy. To know you and be known in return."

There was one word that would have covered all of that, of course, but it was an exceedingly dangerous word to offer, considering how uncertain she was about how he truly felt about her.

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“A very strong desire for intimacy.” His hand found her shoulder and slid down her arm. “So specific and yet so vague.” He observed. “What don’t you want me to know about you?” It was almost pondered out loud. “Since we are here forming an attachment.” He glanced over at the unattended. “And we have all the time in the world.” Hell, if she wanted to spend the night then he suspected very little would be done to stop her.

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She considered that for a moment.

"Nothing I can think of," she decided. "What do you want to know?"

She had already told him about some of the most traumatic experiences of her life. The greatest danger is that he would use something against her, but there was little he didn't already know that she felt could be easily weaponized.

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"Tell me about your last relationship," he prompted, still holding her.

He was still curious about her reaction to when they had sex the previous time and she reacted like she wanted to fight; he certainly knew what that meant.

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She nodded. It was a fair question, and a pretty normal one considering where they were in their relationship.

"Andrew. He was a really great guy...sweet, smart, successful...a dedicated partner and a considerate lover. We were together during a difficult time in my career. And my life, really. I was trying to figure out what I wanted. Then one day he invited me to dinner with his father, swearing it wasn't a 'meet the parents' thing, but it totally was...and I realized that whatever I wanted, it wasn't a life with him."

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Martin's eyebrows went up again. "And then you just dumped the considerate lover?
Must have come as quite the surprise to him."

"And then did you move in with Sherlock?"

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"It wasn't fair for me to continue being with him knowing that he wanted more from the relationship than I was able to give him." She took a breath. "I was going to break up wit him. We went out for coffee so we could talk. He picked up our drinks at the counter, and got them mixed up. He took a sip of my drink by mistake."

Another breath.

"And went into almost immediate cardiac arrest."

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“This was quite the relationship.” Martin remarked before the questions came. “What was in that drink? Are you suggesting he died from the cardiac arrest?” Since people can make it to the ER and be recovered.

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"It was hemlock," she said. "It had been slipped into the drink by an assassin that was hired by a woman I put in jail." She shook her head slightly. "I did everything I could to try to bring him back. I did CPR until the paramedics showed up. Andrew didn't make it."

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"Well, aren't you popular." Not really the victim-focused response most people would have given to that story. "That must have been scary for you, being targeted like that. Then to lose your lover, terrible."

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"Compounded by the fact that he was there so I could break up with him," she pointed out softly. "There was a lot of guilt. You asked if that's when I moved in with Sherlock. It's actually when I moved back in. We had started off living together, and I had left wanting a normal life. That incident made me realize I don't have a normal life. And that anyone I'm close to has a target on their backs. So I've been single for the past five years."

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Martin listened and nodded silently for a moment. She had quite a complexity to her and he rather liked it. Not that he often attracted dull people, but everything about her was in line with his expectations.

“Normal is pretty boring.” He finally reminded her. “But I can see where you needed those physical partners.”

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"It fulfills a need," she agreed. "Although obviously not all my needs."

She smiled a little, took his hand, and kissed it. "Speaking of needs..." She pushed his hand downward toward her needful pussy.

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He smiled when she kissed his hand and moved it to her. His hand automatically reacted and fingertips started to massage her clit. He leaned in and kissed her as he slid down, like an experienced lover he kissed her neck, her collarbone, breast, navel, until it met his fingers.

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Joan smiled and closed her eyes, focusing in the twin sensations of his lips on her skin and his fingers on her clit. She slid her own fingers into his hair, caressing his scalp.

She gasped softly as his lips and fingers met.

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Martin used a free hand to encourage her legs to go up and over her shoulders before adding two fingers inside of her. The gasp was encouragement to his ears as he began to thrust the fingers more intently. His style tended to sway from passionate and sensual to rough and aggressive.

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She hooked her legs over his shoulders, her fingers tightening in his hair as his ministrations intensified, moaning as he began fucking her with his fingers. She began to move her hips need fully, grinding against his mouth, fucking his face, chasing after the sensation she hungered for.

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Martin inhaled deeply, enjoying every moment that she fucked his face. He got off on his own skill and knowing that she was reacting to that rather than her own pleasure independent of him. He let out a long hum to vibrate against the sensitive skin. "Mmmm-"

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Oh god, that felt good.

"Martin," she moaned, moving faster and grinding harder against him, the pleasure mounting, aided by the harmony between their motions, his lips and tongue and fingers and voice working her as she responded, writhing against him. She wasn't exactly shy in bed, but somehow she felt particularly free with him, free to go after what she wanted, what she needed.

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Martin thrived on women feeling that comfortable with him. Granted, it was what allowed him to prey on them, but it made him grow hard again just recognizing it in her. He usually couldn't bounce back so quickly, but he didn't bring attention to himself as he worked to get her to climax, his tongue fluttering and swirling while his fingers curled searching for her sweet spot.

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She was well aware of how dangerous it was to be so comfortable with him. He was a brilliant psychopath with a penchant for luring his victims with an air of safety, convincing them to lower their guard. And her guard was definitely lowered. She could defend herself fairly well in most situations, but she was particularly vulnerable here. She didn't think he would kill her, or even harm her... but there was still the possibility.

And god, that was hot.

She was getting closer and closer to climax, her body tightening as she panted out soft cries...

And then his crooked fingers brushed over that sensitive spot inside her and she yelled as she came, her hands twisting in his hair as her pussy clamped hard on his fingers.

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Martin absolutely adored how quickly she let him in once they had connected the first time. It wasn't that he saw her as less in any way, but rather as one that was a moth to the flame with someone like him. He understood his appeal to women very well and wielded it as such. Someone like Joan was one he didn't grow tired of. She wasn't as disposable as the other 'fan girls' that came and went. They were so boring, but she was certainly something else.

As she came, he didn't let up; she would have to push him off to get him to stop. He let her milk him for every last moment, feeling her body contract and tasting her juices smear on his lips.

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She was definitely not the sort of person to be charmed by just any psychopathic serial killer. She'd met plenty of that type in her work, and had never been attracted to them the way she was attracted to Martin. On the surface level she'd guess it was due to their common past as surgeons, but she suspected that it was deeper than that, perhaps the same sort of foundational intellectual curiosity that brought them to medicine in the first place. A deep curiosity that pulled them both toward murder but in different directions.

She writhed, her body absolutely overflowing with sensation, driven practically out of her mind with the relentless pleasure he was giving her, until it was too much and she shoved him away and closed her legs, panting.