Protect

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♔ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ♘ You're a someone on a dangerous quest, a hero in a not-so-easy spot, a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're valuable, and you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention. And you're the protector, the only person who can keep that erstwhile hero or heroine out of harm's way. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person, whether it be through your loyalty to them or someone close to you, a mission, or a promised reward. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth. Except, as things get more perilous and truths are revealed, the two of you break the bounds of protector/protected or guide/guided and feelings may begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy. Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised? ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ »1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the protector, the protected, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference. »2. Comment to others. »3. Thread. »4. Some ideas: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you.

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[desecrated]

He's the sort that injects between his toes now, after checking the flat rather thoroughly for bugs.
Mycroft.
The solution is stronger than normal, he's built up to it, he'll be half-lying in his chair, staring into the fire, thinking on singular things, one subject at a time, chemistry and it's mixes, what another's touch feels like on his skin, the difference between John's and Irene's on his arm, and he touches the arm as he contemplates it. He's put away most of the paraphernalia, as the self-depreciation sets in. How disappointed would either of them be? Irene probably wouldn't yell, John would just ... would John look at him with disgust?

He won't look up at her footfalls, it doesn't immediately register.
"You've arrived 28 hours early," he says, in as steady a tone as he can manage.

[msadler]

"Yes, I had a nagging feeling you would be doing something stupid" She steps in and shuts the door, looking him over. She wasn't wrong. His eyes are just a little dark, his posture even more slouched than usual. She was disappointed. She'd been gone for less than a week.

"I brought you back some shirts, after that kidney exploded on the purple one, I thought you were due some new ones." She sits in the chair across from him, setting the bag quietly on the floor.

"Which substances? So I can tell the hospital if you pass out"

[desecrated]

He shrugs and looks back at the fire.
"Cocaine, 9% solution." He has a different reaction than normal people. It seems to calm him down, rather than make him wired and raised blood pressure.

He doesn't really hear her about the shirts, but he sees it.
Doesn't matter. "Why are you here so early?"

[msadler]

"Thank you" Irene has done some coke in her day, and she has a similar reaction to it. It's why she does her best to stay away, she enjoys it too much.

"Because I know you. And it looks like I made the right call." She's not angry, she simply rolls her eyes. She has known what he likes for some time this does not surprise her.

[desecrated]

He shrugs, not really wanting to roll his eyes. Not caring or having the energy to care.
"I am... glad of your presence."

He's not alone.

[msadler]

She moves, kneeling on the floor in front of him, mirroring that night in this flat by the fire; years ago. She takes his hand in hers, bringing the knuckles to her lips.

"I am glad I decided to come home early"

[desecrated]

He watches her be gentle with him, sometimes when he's high he wants the gentleness, other times the roughness, some of the anger that comes with it.

"I presume you aren't displeased enough to tell anyone."
Mycroft. John, especially him - with the new child, happy - as he should be.

[msadler]

"It is tempting to text your dear brother, are you going to try to motivate me to not tell him?"

She gives him a pointed look. She could be angry, but it's a waste of energy. Sherlock will do whatever he pleases.

[desecrated]

"I won't go to rehab, I won't redeem myself, and I won't do as he says." He shrugs again. He's bluffing. "Why, I thought you were going to punish me?" He's being sarcastic.

He's not been so keen the rough side of things lately, since he was 'dead' for two years, and while she's probably physically seen some of the damage, guessing the mental has been tricky. He's also very good at trying to pretend he's the exact same person most of the time.

[msadler]

"What do you need redemption for?" She lets his hand go and slides her palm up his thigh as she stands.

"No, I don't want to punish you, Sherlock." She sits on his lap, kissing his cheek.

[desecrated]

He sighs and looks away briefly, apparently exposed when she asks before snapping back a little. "Nothing. I don't want to apologize, what everyone expects, it's my body, I can destroy it if I like."

He frowns when she says she won't punish him, but sighs when she kisses his cheek, moving his head so she can kiss his neck too if she wants, tracing his fingers over each vertebre, counting them in a murmur.

"You're too nice." He'd probably be amenable to being stripped and ridden if that's what she wanted out of him, he's particularly high in a strange mood.

[msadler]

"I happen to like your body as well. And I prefer you keep it alive"

She does drop a few kisses to his neck, it's a beautiful structure. So long and elegant.

"I'm only nice to you. And that's after I beat you with a crop and drugged you"

[desecrated]

He hums a little when she kisses his neck. Feels nice to be kissed there. He'd almost forgotten about the beating and the drugging because she - fits with him.

"An usual meeting," he says, not really wanting to be deep right now. Just distracted.

[msadler]

They are exceptions to one another. And they mesh well. Irene is one of the few people who can handle more than a few hours with the detective. She takes his earlobe between her teeth to give it a teasing pull.

"No more drugs tonight." He seems stable enough currently, but she's not risking an overdose.

[desecrated]

He hums. He may be calmer, but his skin is buzzing to be touched. Physical contact. He traces his hands a little roughly over her sides.

"No, wasn't... planning on it." He's growling practically in her ear he knows she likes that too.

[msadler]

"Good. You are not allowed to die on my watch, Mr Holmes." She's unbuttoning his shirt, if he wants to be touched she will gladly oblige. She trails her nails over his chest when it's revealed to her.

[desecrated]

He shivers, and might remove his hands from her to take off his shirt the rest of the way.

"I'm not, hmm?" She sounds like she cares about him. "That sounds idiotically sentimental." He does put his hands back on her sides though, continually touching her. He likes the contact when he's high; when he's sober he sometimes feels awkward or inadequate. He'd rather no one knew that was the reason though.

It's odd she cares so much about a drug addict.

[msadler]

"I'm not good at hiding my sentiment in regards to you." She finally catches his lips, sich wonderfully full lips to suck and nibble on. Which she does. Irene cares more about Sherlock than anyone on this planet.

[desecrated]

"Perhaps you should, it's a weakness of yours," he mumbles against her lips, letting his mouth fall open a little, and kissing her back, reaching one hand to keep her head there.

It is an interesting sensation, being kissed. His lips tingle with the need for more of it, to savour each different sense separately, and yet enjoy all of them.

Let her have some control over it, though - he does like that a little. She knows what she wants.

[msadler]

She knows it's a weakness. He is her greatest weakness, her pressure point. But none of that matters to her when she's on his lap kissing him. One of her hands moves to his cheek, to feel that razor cheekbone against her palm.

Her bottom wiggle a bit, just to see if she garners a reaction from him.

[desecrated]

He doesn't know if it will garner a reaction, his body is being lazy from the drugs, though it might be a slight stimulated response. He likes the kissing part for now, the more intimate closeness can come later... maybe. Depends on how long it stays in his system.

He will try putting his hands up her blouse, though, unclip the bra she's probably wearing (if she is at all).