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ᴅʀ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ❝ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ❞ ᴢɪᴇɢʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] cadeuces) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2016-06-13 06:41 am (UTC)

[ She won't forget to send him off with something, then, and she acknowledges with a nod and a dismayed smile. She'll usually set up a little bag for him, mostly food but also some medical supplies, a piece of paper with projections of where they'll be headed so he can find her again. Whatever it took to keep him safe. But she'd rather see him free from pain sooner rather than later.

Scarred lips trailing up her neck leave her squirming over a broken little moan, knowing all her sweetest spots and nearly digging her nails into his shoulders with how quickly the pleasure washes over her, feeling a needy little throb for more. It's cruel of him to switch that on while knowing he'd be leaving in a few hours. Then his voice is in her ear, more hot air than anything, but it gives her chills all the same, nails scritching at his shoulders before resuming her massage. ]


Since before you'd even left two months ago. Have you even thought about it?

[ Not asked in a hurtful manner, mind you; but she's equally as curious, her voice already breathy, nipples hard where she presses up against him. All it took was one kiss and she was done in. His voice in her ear and she's lost at sea. ]

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