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[drwhitly]

Martin Whitly had made a deal with the devil, but he was completely content with that. He had to fake his death with the help of a wealthy professional and relocate to a whole new town. It was still a luxurious lifestyle he was brought into but fairly confined. He would still be used for his skills as a surgeon and a killer, but be paid and housed for it.

He had to wait a few weeks after pretending to be dead - he was sure by then that his ex wife had flushed his ashes down a toilet by this point - before seeking Joan out. He was escorted by the people who had managed to get him out of Claremont and located the place that she had shared with this Sherlock fellow.

He could have spent hours looking through the things collected there, but found his way to her room and stayed there. It wouldn’t do him much good to be spotted by her roommate. His appearance was cleaned up despite his age still showing on his face, but his hair was in better shape. He was still unmistakably him even if he wore a disguise the majority of the time he was in public.

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[drwhitly]

Martin was still catching his breath when he heard her. He was unable to help himself from laughing. “Yeah. Wow is right.” He shook his head, still staring up at the ceiling.

“I...don’t think I’ve come that hard in...years...” he admit almost sounding like he was surprising himself with those words and shaking his head in some disbelief. Clearly the formula was there but he had been on autopilot. An autopilot that hadn’t been woken in quite some time. “You...were so unbelievably sexy-“

His hand moved over to take hers only to find it missing. Turning to look, he was quickly reminded that she was still bound up. “Oh!” He quickly twisted and reached up to untie her, releasing her from her constraints. He gently took one of her hands as if helping her lower them. “How are your wrists, darling?”

[formersurgeon]

Knowing that he had enjoyed himself so completely was satisfying, but what filled her with warmth...and quite a bit of relief...was his affectionate banter, and then the care he took with her when he realized she was still bound.

"They're a little sore. And my hands are a little numb...no, wait..." She winced. "Now they're tingling..."

[drwhitly]

Martin’s brow furrowed at the sight of her rubbing her wrists, “I hope they don’t bruise.” He made an awkward face. “That would be quite the thing to explain to your partner.”

He laid back again but put his arm around her to pull her close. “Did you cum, darling?” He asked curiously, genuinely unsure. It had been so intense that he had lost himself in it and had completely discarded his partner’s...well, everything. And it had felt so good.

[formersurgeon]

"I might need to wear long sleeves for a little while." Luckily the weather was still relatively cool. Less of a chance Sherlock would think it's suspicious.

She rolled over and nestled up against him, her head on his shoulder and her arm around his waist. "I did," she said with a smile. "It was...different. Intense."

She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the reasons she came so hard.

[drwhitly]

“Yes, well we’ll maybe find some cuffs that don’t leave a mark next time.” Since he truly hoped there would be a next time.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He loved that she agreed with him on that. “We would have never been able to do that sort of thing back in my cell. The ability we’ll have now to just...experiment and play around with ideas...it’ll be great, darling.” He smiled fondly and kissed her. “I can’t wait to start this life with you.”

[formersurgeon]

"I think we have some around the brownstone. One of the many things that Sherlock collects." It wouldn't be the first time she'd used handcuffs from their extensive supply. Sherlock had made a teasing comment about it, and she had rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

She wasn't quite as enthused about it as he was, for obvious reasons, still teasing out the tangle of emotions around submitting herself to the violent impulses of a serial killer. But for the moment she was still game for experimentation, so she smiled and kissed him back. "I think we've already started."