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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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"It is odd to not have his watchful eye on us," He chuckled, picking up the bottle of wine and pouring her more, refilling her glass quite a bit. "Sleeping has been...interesting." It was a rare moment that he admitted that, but it was hard for him to feel as secure after 20 years of being carefully watched. "But certainly far more comfortable. I didn't realize how terribly my back chronically ached until now that it doesn't." He paused and looked down at her plate. "How was it?"

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"Perhaps if I spend the night you will feel a bit better. You've not been alone for a long time."

He's always had someone just outside the door so it must feel strange to be in this large space alone.

"Really good. I'm starting to wonder if there is anything you're bad at."

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She was certainly right about that. And while he had no one to fear, there was just an uneasiness of being alone now. "I anticipate I will." Whether there will be nightmares about being back in that damn cell, they would soon find out.

"Very little." He winked. "But I'll only show you the good stuff." Not that he had to convince her further to stay but it was back to spoiling her in little ways.

"Now what of your work schedule? Does it just vary on the day?"

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"I really want to find something you're absolute shite at. Give me something to be better than you at." She smiles. She's excited to get to spend the night, with a man that could kill her in her sleep. But he did manage to not murder his ex wife for a decade.

"I finally hired an employee. So that's nice. They do 38 hours and I mostly do the rest. But only until about 2 or 3pm."

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“Oh, I don’t know,” he pondered for a moment. “Other than making a cuppa?” He could at least say she was pretty good at that but it wasn’t so terribly hard that he couldn’t master it. “You certainly take it up the ass better than I ever could.” Now that was fact.

If it were ever discussed, he would argue that Jessica was far more public. Their relationship had eyes on them and friends, colleagues and families. No one knew Fleabag was in his life or he in hers. So it would actually be far easier for him to murder her without a trace. Especially if he was supposed to be dead.

“Quite the business woman you’re turning out to be. Plan to set up franchises?”

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"That's only because of a lack of practice." She sticks out her tongue. "You could be an anal pro in no time."

For some goddamn reason, she trusts him. He doesn't seem to have any inclination towards murdering her, especially not when he's basically being handed victims.

"God no, that would be way too intensive for me."

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“Oh no, I truly will always allow you to be the master of that.” He winks to her cute tongue being stuck out.

“Doesn’t your family live in London?” He recalled. “Do they often stop in? To the shop that is.” Curious for his own reasons of being around, that is.

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"We will see how you do with a finger." She has every intention to give that to go.

"Yeah, my family is in London. They would notice if I was missing." She laughed. "My sister and I go to lectures together sometimes."

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“If I happen to choke you in response to that, well, you’ve been warned.” He laughs but there was certainly some seriousness to that comment.

“Well, I would notice if you went missing.” He casually pointed out as if oblivious to her original meaning.

“Lectures?” His single eyebrow goes up as if finding that out of place. “On what?”

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"You can't choke me if I tie you down, silly." She grins, she knows there is seriousness there.

"My dad buys us tickets to feminist lectures, he's trying to make us bond or something."

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“I’ve been restrained for 20 years, I’m a bit tired of it, darling.” He smiled with the words that weren’t otherwise sugar coated. No way he was about to be tired up. He thrives on control.

“Is your father a feminist?” An odd thing to give his daughters otherwise.

“Have you told them about me?” That they were in communication at least. She had traveled to America numerous times to visit. Clearly they must know something unless she was just that good or not that close to them.

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"Fair enough." She knows he is a control freak, and she won't let her take it.

"He tries to be. It's more that after my Mum died he didn't know what the fuck to do with two grown daughters."

She shrugs, "my sister knows. She said I'm an idiot, but that you're a little hot."

[drwhitly]

Control freak, sadist, all the same to him.

“Oh, that is sad.” His brow even furrows when he says this; a trained reaction. “I can see why he found your stepmom so quickly.” Despite knowing that it didn’t really help in that area. “Who displays dicks on the wall.” Martin is fascinated by her family and it’s dynamics. “I would certainly love to go to one of her ‘art shows’ if there is another.” He teacher over and placed his hand on hers. “For moral support, of course.”

“Just a little?” He smiles at that. Oh how he loves to be talked about.

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"Oh God. Please don't make me think about the dick wall." It haunts her enough without having to see it again.

"She says you're going to murder me, and that she won't say she told me so. Which I said it wouldn't matter if I'm dead."

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He laughed, loving that reaction. This family sounded hilarious to him.

"Well, then we'll just have to be sure not to prove her right." He began to finish the pieces from his plate. "So text her regularly when we go on our binges." he winked.

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"Just give her regular 'still not dead' updates. I did when I went to the states."

She nudges his ankle under the table.

"She's insane, my sister, an absolute workaholic. Thankful she's finally divorcing the shitty American that she's been married to."

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“That’s right! I forgot that she was married to an American! An alcoholic wanker, I believe you said once.” He was quite amused by the drama; he hadn’t gotten much in prison.

“She is quite the polar opposite of you. Minus the fact that you both fancy Yanks.”

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"Somehow hers was actually worse than you. You're very nice and presentable when you want to be. He was just a bastard all the time."

Claire didn't have a proper sociopath.

"His name is Martin as well. In a beautiful irony or something."

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“Worse than me? Well that’s certainly saying something.” Martin’s eyebrows went up but then he did jog some of his memory. “He was the one that came onto you or groped you but then told her that you did it to him- same guy?”

“That certainly is a beautiful irony. Let’s hope he drinks himself to death.” Or some other horrible outcome.

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"Yeah. He kissed me at my sister's birthday party. He's a prize."

She hates her sisters ex husband.

"Amen" she toasts to that. "Wishing death on people seems fitting for us."

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“I hope you slapped him.” As if he was so righteous about women safety and consent. He toasted to that notion that they were wishing death upon this waste of life.

With another drink, of his glass, Martin set it down. “Now would you like a tour of the upstairs?”

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"You'd get a bigger boner if I'd stabbed him."

"I'd love to see upstairs." She wants to get that tour she missed when they first got here.

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"I would," He laughed, not denying the obvious. "And I would ask you for all of the dirty details."

Rising from where they sat, he offered a hand for her to rise, leading her up the winding staircase to a lofted upstairs area. It was just as nicely furnished as the downstairs with dark tones and sleek furniture. There were 2 bedrooms and a massive bathroom attached to the master bedroom. It was much more updated than his Manhattan house, but it was still very high end. "They seem to have understood my enjoyment for the finer things. You ought to see the closet space!"

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"And if I couldn't vividly describe it to you, who could I?"

She takes in the side of the place, the furniture that isn't from ikea.

"I'm only a hint jealous. My entire flat could fit up here."

[drwhitly]

"Well, you're no longer seeing that shrink, are you? So I supposed no one."

"Don't be jealous," He moved in and slid his arm around her waist. "I brought you here to stay with me." he paused for effect before adding, "Not as like, a captive, but you can live here if you want." It almost felt normal.