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Dr. Martin Whitly ([personal profile] drwhitly) wrote2020-05-05 08:57 pm

Closed to formersurgeon



Martin spent quite a while cooking in preparation of Joan arriving. They had acquired a very nice one bedroom well outside of New York City while allowed them some privacy and anonymity. Martin was able to use his resources to find the place and was pleased with the results.

He had ordered some prime steaks to begin grilling in the kitchen as he awaited her arrival. Martin was dressed casually but still well put together in some suit pants and a nice sweater; never again to the scrubs. He glanced at the clock before turning to his phone to see if she had announced that she was on her way.
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[personal profile] formersurgeon 2020-07-20 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
It was a warning more than anything. Although Joan would not be surprised that Martin had an urge to face off with the detective. He wouldn't be the first, after all. A number of narcissistic sociopaths had tried their wits against Sherlock, and few had won. Joan knew she would be unable to objectively assess Martin's chances, since her deep affection for both men meant that she sincerely did not want that confrontation to happen, because it would not end well. Not for Sherlock, not for Martin, and not for Joan.

She smiled back, and returned the kiss, soft and slow. She knew that Martin cared, even when their lovemaking suggested that he did not.

"I love you," she said when their lips parted, caressing his cheek. She loved him and trusted him and wanted to be with him.
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No worries!

[personal profile] formersurgeon 2020-07-27 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do," she confirmed. She kissed him again, then pulled away to start putting on her clothes. "I wish I had more time, but we need to close this case. Once it's over, I'll be all yours for a few days."
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[personal profile] formersurgeon 2020-08-03 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to take some time off," she said, reaching behind her back to hook her bra. "We should go somewhere. Somewhere they won't recognize you."

She knew he'd been wanting to be able to be out in public with her.