Closed to formersurgeon

[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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[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.