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[drwhitly]

Martin was out cold for a lot longer than he would have anticipated. Of course, he woke up without much concept of time until he fully was lucid for a few days. He was set up in quite a nice flat. This Irene Adler really held up her end of the deal and he knew he had struck a deal with the devil, but he was loving it.

So on his second week in London, actually capable of moving about, he got himself a haircut and a shave. He now had the funds so he was able to buy a suit and look quite presentable. Nothing like his incarcerated self.

Then he found the guinea pig cafe.

She had to know that he had 'passed' since it was in the news, causing him to wait a while before coming out of hiding. Still, Martin grinned as he approached the tiny cafe, seeing that it was a bit different than what he had imagined from her description of it. He casually walked inside as if he were anyone else.

"Do I just take a seat anywhere or..."

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[drwhitly]

Martin perked up at the mention of a therapist, “And what is her take on me? Or me in your life. Or does she not know?” Oh, he just loves the silly analysis of therapists.

[statuethief]

"Well, she thinks I've got an unhealthy fixation on death as a start."

She's mentioned Martin, but only parts of it.

[drwhitly]

"I believe the politically correct term is 'true crime'." He added. "It's pretty normal in America." he pauses with a wink. "Or so I've read."

[statuethief]

"Yeah, America makes all the documentaries, after all. And most of the serial killers in them." Theres's probably a lot to be said about it.

[drwhitly]

"Indeed." he agreed, nodding. "Ever wonder what is wrong with the Yanks that they can't seem to manage their serial killer problem? Why they all seem to pop up over there?" He looked to her curiously. "Because it can't be the guns."

[statuethief]

"I think it's all the narcissists." She gives him a knowing little smirk.

"They do tend to avoid guns, don't they?"

[drwhitly]

“Well guns are boring,” and now she will have gotten him on a serial killer tangent. “Where is the art in simply shooting someone? There’s nothing poetic and meaningful about it!

“Although I supposed the Son of Sam was different in that arena, but I never really held him to a very high regard.”

Martin nodded, knowing what people called him and he fell under that category as well. “And what’s more attractive than a narcissist?”

[statuethief]

She snorts a laugh. "Guns are predictable."

Hardly the sort of passion someone like Martin puts into his work. Not everyone can stomach the more personal approach.

"To a narcissist? Themselves I imagine." She's not going to give in so easily to saying he's attractive. It's not the narcissism that gets her going.

[drwhitly]

"They're cheap," He added. "No real effort involved. Anyone could do it. Doesn't make you sophisticated at all." And he prided himself on at least being sophisticated if nothing else.

"Well, you're not wrong." He laughed. So long as she knew what she was dealing with, which by this point, she very well should.

"We'll be coming up on the flat, right up here-" He pointed, for her and for the driver.

[statuethief]

She knows very little she gets from Martin is genuine, but he does show her a fondness if nothing else.

"I'm usually not wrong." She playfully nudges him.

It's a nice street, better than hers by far.

[drwhitly]

When the taxi pulls up, Martin hands him cash without another word after "Cheers." and they exit the cab.

"This way," He leads her, even offering his arm to her. The building was bland but it was quite nice; meant just to blend in with the rest. Inside they took the lift up to the top floor, reaching a penthouse that had 2 levels.

"Home sweet home." He announced as he opened the door to show her. "I know it's not much, but it'll have to do." Always with the jokes.

[statuethief]

She slips her hand into his arm. Of course there is a lift, classy fucker.

"Oh, yeah, its shite. This giant fucking mansion here." She is admiring the view, ignoring him for a moment.

[drwhitly]

“Absolute shite,” he repeated with the accent before dropping it. He locked the door behind them before walking up to her. “Not bad for waking up from the dead.” He looked over at some massive bookshelves that were only beginning to be filled.

“Have to start my drawing from scratch but what else do I have to do outside of work?” Which he did in another part of the building. Very secluded and secure. “And fucking your brains out.” He came up behind her and kissed her neck gently, hands going to her ass. “I’ve missed this ass.”

[statuethief]

She leans against him when he steps behind her.

"I'm a bit jealous, my flat is nothing like this. But then again, my work isn't quite as... demanding"

She wiggles her ass against his hands before turning to face him.

"Is that all you missed, Dr. Whitly?"

[drwhitly]

He laughed at her comment, "I mean I did have to go to prison and die to get here, but worth it." Minus that his ex was loaded and he had a pretty sweet lifestyle before going to prison.

When she turned to face him, his arms slid around her waist. "I missed quite a lot of you," He kissed her, pulling her in to feel his cock starting to harden. "And I want to become very re-acquainted with it all." Nodding to the side, he glanced towards some stairs that led up to the bedroom. "Let's get on with the tour then." That would end after the first stop.

[statuethief]

"I don't know, I've heard about your life before prison; this seems pretty inline."

The way her body fits against his is familiar and yet she's been missing it.

"Does this place have a sex dungeon?" She laughs.

[drwhitly]

"It was literally a lifetime ago," He laughed, shrugging it off.

"It doesn't, but maybe I should have them put one in." He pondered. "What would you like in it?" He definitely loved the bondage and the toys; things to experiment and play around with. However, he did have those 2 things already, just not in the fancier sense.

[statuethief]

"That's true. You've got a whole new life now." One with a woman who knows and accepts all of him. It actually could work better than with Jessica.

"An exam table." She laughs, "the stirrups are just wonderful for a bit of fun, aren't they?" And him being a legitimate doctor only adds to the taboo of it.

[drwhitly]

"Oh, well I do have one of those." He perked up but bobbed his head back and forth. "I mean, it's an operating table. No stirrups. All metal for easy clean up."

And yes, he was referring to the space that he'd use to perform his job there.

[statuethief]

"Would you?" She raises a brow, and pulls him close.

"I want you to fuck me in your murder room." And she means it, the woman likes taboo, and this is beyond anything she expected.

[drwhitly]

“If I didn’t already know you, I’d have a lot of questions.” He loved how she pulled him close. “But I think that’s a brilliant idea.” He grinned and kissed her, taking her hand in his. They would need to go out of the flat to another room down the hall. It was certainly set up for someone to perform an operation with all of the bells and whistles needed to monitor if they’re still alive.

“What was it you once told me? No bruises?” He tried to recall as they moved toward the fancy operating table, the tools and scalpels all out and ready to be used.

[statuethief]

There's a moment, when she sees his setup that the gravity of what he does really sinks in. She's a terrible fucking person for all of this.

"No bruises anywhere that's easy to see, shallow cuts are ok with the same rules." She's going to let the Surgeon come at her with a scalpel.

"So much trust in you right now." In the soundproofed murder room.

[drwhitly]

“And why you’d trust a sociopath serial killer is a little beyond me.” He laughed, finding it quite amusing.

“But think of it this way,” he led her to the table. “Sharks only hunt when they’re hungry. So in aquariums they’re well fed so that they don’t eat the other fish. And it works.” He kissed her, his hand on her thigh, before adding, “I’m not hungry.” He gets his fix when he works for Irene so there is no need to kill outside of that. Although at times he does miss the hunt.

“Admittedly in the prison you should have been a bit more concerned.” He exhaled heavily. “I was starving in there.”

[statuethief]

"Because he likes me so much." She hops up on to the metal table, it's cold.

"But I'm your favorite toy." She takes the front of his shirt to pull him in so she can kiss his throat. "I'm yours and you did say you're quite fond of your possessions." She drags her teeth over his pulse point.

"You've got everything now. You're well fed and you have a woman who embraces all of you."

[drwhitly]

"I truly do have it all." He smiled, nodding in agreement as he felt her lips moisten his neck. His hands went to her sides, sliding down to pull at the hem of her shirt. They weren't role-playing this time, but in this place, he would certainly grab the reigns without hesitation. "Yes...my favorite toy." He enjoyed playing with the words and their meaning.

"I need you sucking my cock," he told her, his words exhaled against her lips. "I've missed what you can do."