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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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"You wanted to get me a toy I could use on myself while I was thinking of you," she reminded him as she opened the box and drew a breath. "It's beautiful," she said, looking up at him. The significance of it was not lost on her...he still wanted a future with her. "Thank you." She took it from the box and put it on.

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“Yes, I do remember.” He had fallen asleep to that image many many times. “What did you not remind me of?” He was very curious now and more than his mind had perked up.

“I’m glad you like it-“ he didn’t suspect she wouldn’t. “You’re welcome, darling. If you like this sort of thing then it’ll be the first of many.” Or whatever he could spoil her with.

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"I didn't remind you to buy me one. I think I fell asleep first."

She leaned in to kiss him. "I love it. We might want to be careful about too many gifts, though. It would make Sherlock suspicious if I started getting a lot of expensive jewelry. He'd think I have a sugar daddy, which would concern him, which means he would delve. And we definitely do not want Sherlock delving."

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"Well, if I were dead then that would have been a huge loss," He began, leaning into her, kissing her back. "But now you won't have to buy one." He paused, the corners of his lips curling, "Unless of course, you would want me to use something on you."

"But what if you did have a sugar daddy?" Martin jested, his hand now going comfortably to her thigh. "Does Sherlock not want you to have one? What's his buy into this?" Concern for her well being? Martin was suspicious of this Sherlock.

"Then I'll have to spoil you in other ways." He pondered out loud, head turning before his lips went to her neck.

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She smiled. "I wouldn't object to that. Are we going to get back to texting, though? How often are we going to be seeing each other?"

That hand on her thigh felt good, and she leaned into him, savoring his presence. She had thought he was dead, and it was heartbreaking. That he was alive and right there, solid and warm, was amazing, and she wanted to drink it all in.

"I think he'd be worried that I was being taken advantage of." Sherlock was protective of her because he loved her, and their partnership meant the world to him.

She smiled wider as his lips found her neck, and she closed her eyes, tilting her head to give him more access.

"God I've missed you," she whispered.

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"Well, I do have some work I am to do now that I am...contracted." He didn't feel he needed to say more than that. "But I feel like much of our time together will be dictated by your schedule, sweetheart. You're going to be busier than I am, so you tell me how often you want to see me." He watched her and enjoyed her smile, "We can certainly still text."

"Hmm," his hand squeezed her thigh, sliding further north, his lips kissing and gently sucking on the soft skin of her neck. "And here I thought you liked it when I 'took advantage' of you." She would feel the smirk against her neck as he spoke. He really wasn't threatened by this Sherlock guy, but he'd do what she advised to bring her comfort.

Pausing his hand's movement, he took hers and brought it to the clear growing erection against the fabric of his pants, "And I you."

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Contracted. That...didn't sound good. It seemed unlikely that he was now a full fledged contract killer, if just because he couldn't easily move around in public without being recognized. But it was clearly for something illegal. Maybe a mob doctor?

It...was probably best if she didn't know.

"I'll have to use one of my burner phones," she mused. It would be too much of a risk to text with her own phone.

She smiled at those words and his lips on her neck. "In the sense that I like to let you hold me down and fuck me? Yes. But I'm definitely not in the market to exchange sex for sugar. Sherlock would be suspicious."

She hummed her approval as she felt his erection. "Yes you have," she purred, and began to massage him through his pants as she leaned in to kiss him again.

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Contracted to do what he did best. Torture and kill. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was also used for his surgeon skills on the side. Regardless, he wouldn’t be bothering her with details.

“I knew I could trust you to be smart about this.” That was an honest statement. He sought her out because she was smart and wouldn’t screw thus up.

He laughed at her clarification. “Well we can’t have Sherlock suspicious, now can we?”

His breath hitched as he felt her begin to stroke him. “I’ve missed so many parts of you.” His hand found its way to reach the warmth between her legs, beginning to rub and feel for her swelling clit. “I want these clothes off of you.”

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The fewer details Joan knew the better, because if she thought Martin was actually killing people, then she'd try to find a way to stop him.

For the moment, though, her focus was on Martin, on his hard cock against his pants and his hand between her legs.

"I'll take mine off if you take yours off," she purred.

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And Joan trying to stop him would be a very bad thing. Because he wasn’t going to stop. The fact that he had work kept him organized and controlled. It didn’t require for the spontaneous kill when he was getting that need met elsewhere. He didn’t exactly expect her to understand so he didn’t say anything more.

For he was also just as distracted by her touch and the suggestion to remove all of their clothes. “My wish is your command,” he smiled, starting to disrobe. His would be much slower than it had been in the simple scrubs, but it wasn’t as if Martin Whitly didn’t know how to promptly remove a suit. His cock sprung free of its confines, one of his own hands moving to stroke it as he watched her undress in front of him.

“I’ve been waiting weeks for this,” he admitted to her, drinking in the sight.

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Joan shed her clothes fairly quickly, a testament to her eagerness to feel his skin against hers, to touch and be touched. To be enveloped in his warmth. The way he was touching himself while looking at her was so extremely sexy, and she couldn't help but smile a little, but with a touch of sadness.

"I thought I'd never have this again," she said softly.

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Martin had had decades to train his ear for that slight change of pitch and tone, recognizing the sadness even if he didn't feel it the same way. His brow furrowed as he looked at her and shook his head, despite enjoying the sight he had in front of him, "Oh, darling, come here,"

He moved in and embraced her, kissing her head before tilting his own to meet her eyes. "We don't have any time limits anymore." He reminded her, smiling softly. "I'm not going anywhere, ever again."

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He had risked his freedom...his life...to come to her. He didn't have to. And, considering he was a narcissist, she couldn't imagine he would have come and risked everything if she wasn't important to him. So she believed him when he said he wasn't going anywhere.

"You want to be with me," she said softly, the reality that this was more than a mere booty call sinking in.

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It would be a relief to know she was at least putting those pieces together that he had done quite a bit for her and he wasn't about to put anything on the line that wasn't worth it.

"I do," he reassured her, holding her tightly. "You're quite the ideal partner for me."

Considering she knew what he was and what he had done, and may be doing for years to come, and hadn't up and left him; that truly counted for something.

"I only hope that the feeling is mutual."

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Hadn't up and left him, although things might get tricky if she found out he was still killing people.

But at the moment she held him tightly as well. His mind was fascinating, and the sex mind-blowing, but there was a deeper connection there that she couldn't deny, deeper than common interest, right to a common foundation, a common perspective. And there was a strange sort of vulnerability to him, a deep desire for connection, for love, even if it was painted over with a veneer of bravado.

"It is," she said. "It's still going to be difficult. Not as much as when you were in the institution, of course. But I'm willing to work with that. Because I want to be with you, too."

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Martin felt confident that she might understand his killing people if she understood it’s benefits to keeping him from killing just anyone he pleased. A conversation for another time, of course.

“What love story didn’t have drama and a challenge in it?” His eyes lit up as he said this. He had clearly been in a cell reading and rereading his favorite novels for a bit too long.

“I am willing to do whatever you want me to do,” he reminded her before kissing her again. “And I’ll be here any time you need me.”

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It was possible. She wouldn't condone killing of any sort, but there might be circumstances when she was more or less willing to look the other way. Maybe.

Love story.

He was a romantic, that was for sure. But he was also a psychopath, and love was a tricky issue. All the hallmarks were there...his commitment to her, putting himself in danger for her, demonstrating an extremely strong desire to have her in his life. And with someone else Joan would never even ask the question. But he was still a psychopath. A serial killer. The Surgeon.

She returned the kiss, then looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

"Do you love me, Martin?" she asked, simple and quiet.

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Ah the question they always asked. He had many times acted out the feelings he should have when this question came up. With Jessica he had seen a great opportunity for a lucrative future so he committed to her. Made it work.

“I do,” he confirmed since while he didn’t feel love the same way she did, he felt something. He enjoyed her. He enjoyed their time together and wanted her to stick around. He had put plenty on the line for her because he wanted this relationship to work. He would be pretty angry if he was rejected by her, maybe even slightly hurt if he dared admit it. So throw all of those things into a pot and mix them up and what you’ve got could be described as love. He couldn’t feel it like she did, but he did know the gestures and actions to perform to express it. It was primarily for his own benefit to have her, but if she needed to hear that word from him, he would give it to her.

“I love you, Joan.”

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She watched his answer. She knew he, like all psychopaths, was very good at mimicking emotion. It was likely he could totally fake love...likely that he had often faked love in his life. But she knew that he was capable of love...or at least of a feeling that was his version of love. And there was very little she could give him besides herself. She couldn't get him out of jail, she had no money of her own, she might be able to protect him in some way but that was likely an extreme circumstance.

She watched him answer in the affirmative...and she believed him. He loved her, for his own value of love.

"I love you, Martin," she replied softly, and leaned in to kiss him.

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Martin expected nothing in return from Joan other than loyalty, which was something that love often provided. He didn't expect her to pay for anything or protect him; she may on her own volition, but he didn't expect it.

Martin smiles as he gazed down at her, bringing her to lie with him on the bed. "Well, I'm glad we've gotten that cleared up." He kissed her again, his hands moving from the sides of her arms to feel her breasts now that they were so close to him. He kissed her as he began to fondle and massage her.

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She lay next to him, and as he fondled her breasts she brushed her fingertips over his chest, then along his side, lightly raking her fingernails against the skin.

"My bed is so much more comfortable," she noted with a smile. It was bigger and softer, not to mention they didn't have a chaperone of any kind.

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"Oh, you haven'tt a clue." He had slept on that awful cot bunk for 20 years; its no wonder he has a bad back now. "My back actually can not hurt in the mornings now."

He paused with a small smirk before kissing her again, "I mean, depending on what we do every night."

"Was there anything you wanted to do that we couldn't before?" Now that there weren't eyes upon them constantly.

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"You mean you were holding back before?" she teased. Really, even though they had been nominally watched, Joan hadn't been shying away from the harder stuff.

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He chuckled at her question. "I wasn't. I had become rather accustomed to the audience so what you got then was all me." He kissed her again, his hands sliding south to begin to massage her clit.

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"Mmm," she hummed against his lips. "Good. Because I want you."

She drew a breath as his fingers found her clit, and she kissed him harder as she slipped her hand between them to circle his cock and begin a slow stroke, her thumb teasing over the head.