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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]

“Yeah a real odd perk to the job.” He shook his head before looking up at her. “But it’s also ‘hands off the hookers’ at the same time.” He added a look that should suggest what was meant by that.

“I mean we probably could.” He shrugged. “Just might have to clear it with the boss lady.” Who brought him there. “But it is an endless staycation if we like.”

[statuethief]

"Well, that's terrible for you, isn't it?" She chuckles, laughing about murdering hookers, seems right.

"You look great, by the way. You clean up well." She's impressed she's managed to keep her pants on still.

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“I’ll manage.” He added a heavy dramatic sigh. “I was brought here to do a job - it wasn’t a free ride.”

He grinned at her compliment, despite covering his suit now with Hilary hair. “I do, don’t I? I was always a dapper dresser. And yet you stood by while I lived in scrubs tethered to a wall. 24;7.

Might even think you love me.”

[statuethief]

"Is it a job you'll enjoy?" She arches a brow. She has some ideas of the sort of work someone would seek him out for, and it's almost certainly not legal.

"Hey, we don't go for the 'L' word now, do we?" She hasn't fully fleshed out where her feelings for him sit. It's somewhere dangerously close to love, but she's not willing to put that label out there.

"The wall bondage was a feature." She grins, "I might need to recreate that, you know, for old times sake."

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“It’s in line with my expertise.” He allowed her but cut it off there. His smile ought to suggest that he would enjoy it.

“No never. That would be so scandalous. What would people say?” He laughed and shook is head. “If they knew you loved a dead serial killer.”

“You truly do know how to throw a proper homecoming.”

[statuethief]

So murder, not surprisingly.

"You are making some bold claims about my affections." Of course he would believe everyone loves him.

"I try."

[drwhitly]

She would be correct to think that. He thinks everything is always about him.

“Bold but how far off?” He winked.

“So your place or mine?” He has been itching to find her for quite some time. “I mean, I would love to see yours. As soon as I knew I was coming here, I kept dreaming of shagging you.”

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"Do you love me?" She asks in reply. "Mr. Sociopathic."

She rolls her eyes as she sets the two mugs of tea down.

"Does it matter? I don't think we will make it much past the door in either case."

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"I do." He smiled to her. "I am very very fond of you and am allowing you to be one of the only people who know I'm alive; that's got to show for something."

He takes his mug and cups it in his hands. "That's fair. I do have pretty posh accommodations." Another perk. Although they were posh because he wasn't to go far.

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"Being fond of isn't the same thing. But I do appreciate that you're here."

She's thrilled that she gets this chance to be with him in a more real way.

"Well, that must be nice. Mine isn't great."

[drwhitly]

"So I've been told." He finally takes a cautious sip of the hot tea.

"Then may you'll just have to stay at mine," An open invitation that is. "If you like, of course. No pressure since we're not in love."

[statuethief]

She brushes her foot against his calf.

"I might like your place. But would I disturb all of those hookers?" She grins at him.

[drwhitly]

From under the table he nudges her playfully with his foot.

"Well if I have you, will I need any of those hookers?" He tilts his head. "I've always found that I prefer consistency in my partners above all else."

[statuethief]

That is a pleasant sort of surprise.

"If you're in the mood to watch me fuck a hooker, that could be arranged."

[drwhitly]

Martin's eyebrows shot up. She really couldn't get more perfect, could she?

"I would very much be in the mood to watch that." Hell, his own wife would never have been so adventurous. Being dead was really panning out well. "Literally any day of the week."

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His reaction makes her laugh.

"Oh good. We could dominate her together. That's some couple goals shit right there." She's quite adventurous in the bedroom and a bit on the bisexual side.

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"I like the sound of that!" Couples goals- that's something that escapes him, but he could translate nonetheless. "I should have guessed that you were interested in women. Supposed the opportunity wouldn't have presented itself before so why ask?"

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"I've not been with many women, I think I'm a bit pickier about them." Still she does appreciate the curves and softness of a woman.

"I want to see this fancy new place of yours. I think you're worth closing early, coming back from the dead and all."

[drwhitly]

"You can be as picky as you like with this one." Whomever she chooses from Irene's harem.

"Worth closing early for!" He exclaimed, "I am honored. He picked up his mug, taking another long drink since it seemed that they would be soon leaving. To my place it is!"

"But first-" he stood and moved over to her, kissing her deeply in a romantic fashion. "Alright, now we can leave."

[statuethief]

"Well that sounds fun." She can pick out a woman that exactly fits her tastes for the day.

"It is a great honour. I usually only close early when I don't want to be here." She smirks.

She wasn't expecting that romantic sort of kiss, it makes her breathless for a moment.

"Let's just pop Hillary back in her home and we can go."

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“I anticipate we’ll be having quite a bit of fun.” He added, one last sip of that tea and yes now he was finally ready to put the animal away.

“Oh Hilary, parting is such sweet sorrow.” He recited before putting her back in her tiny home. Turning back to Fleabag, he offered his hand. “Shall we, my dear?”

It would be only a short taxi ride away to get to the flat. Irene didn’t cut corners which had been greatly appreciated and he had more than enough privacy there.

[statuethief]

"We do seem to have fun." Great sexual chemistry between them.

"You'll end up seeing her again soon, I'm sure."

There's something simple about just holding hands. And getting in a taxi together, things she never expected to be able to do with her serial killer.

"Don't we look practically domestic." She teases once they're in the cab.

[drwhitly]

"I hope I do, she's quite the host." he squeezed her hand as they got into the taxi together.  It was odd and he was still adjusting to the outside world being so big again; it almost made him nervous. 20 years in a cell will do that to a man. With her there, it did feel like a buffer.

"Almost," he added, giving her a nudge. "Who knows, maybe we'll even end up at the opera or grocery store together. Scandalous!" However, when he spoke while in the cab, a very distinct English accent came out. He had thought ahead that if he had to keep a low profile, he might as well blend in.

[statuethief]

The accent is a surprise, and she may need to help him with a few words.

"Madness." She rests her head on his shoulder. This must be strange for him, to go from a cell to London, free to do whatever he wants. She tilts her head to kiss his cheek.

"I missed you."

[drwhitly]

"You are so lovey, aren't you." he chuckled, turning to return a kiss on her head. "I like it. I feel absolutely starved of affection."

"Oh, 'missed' doesn't quite cover how I felt about you." He had gone at least 2 weeks without any contact from her, he just couldn't and he was psuedo-dead. "But what did you miss about me?"