drwhitly | Closed to statuethief

Closed to statuethief

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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"Then it's a good thing that neither of us go to therapy," he concluded jokingly.

"Oh!" He allows her to push him back to the wall, bringing an amused smile to his lips before he kisses her back. His hands slid around her waist and held her to him. "Darling, I have so many restraints for you." He purred the words as his hands then found her wrists to take hold of in a playful manner.

"Any therapist would be thrilled to have me right now."

She knows he's only allowing her a bit of control for the moment, but it feels delicious.

"You know just what I like."

[ooc- I so want to do a thread of them after she's left the love note.]

"Then that would make two of us," he played on her words, kissing her as he brought his face close to hers.

[[ooc- sure! do you want to handwave this bit and start a new thread with that?]]