Putting the SM in S and M

“‘Ey, it’s my job to sit on you, not the other way ‘round, you sod!” Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head as he reached up to idly play with Mycroft’s tie.

"You like bein' a silver fox, huh? Well, whatever floats your boat. I'm just sayin' the ladies don't dig it like you think they do, pal. Can't see you gettin' laid like that."

"Well, Sebastian, you’re far from ordinary, aren’t you? It helps that I enjoy the sight of you on your knees. You know, surveillance footage captures many things, but I never thought it would capture you."

"Wait. Hold up. You're sayin' I ain't ordinary? 'Kay, now I know you want somethin' 'cause that's a compliment. Spill the beans, 'Crofty. The fuck do you want?"

   ”And no, the thrill of a hike is a waste of time. I’d much rather spend hours getting some kind of work done.” He mused at his words, before looking, unimpressed to Sebastian. “I would have thought you, of all people, being Moriarty’s right hand, would know all about how business comes first.” Pagan shrugged then in recollection, almost sighing. “He just makes business fun.” 

 "Yeah, I might happen to be one of them idiots, y'see..." He shook the thought off, casting his eyes down at his feet as he thought of a response. Business couldn't possibly be fun in Sebastian's mind and he assumed his boss never made attempts at making it fun. He just happened to be mad enough to enjoy it...

  Once the headset was settled on his head, he adjusted the mic, but he kept looking out the window, watching until the small meeting area had become a small dot on the landscape below, and began to fade away. Finally, he responds, “I love the thrill. It’s why I often find myself killing for fun. I also don’t mind getting my hands dirty.. Nothing’s quite as relaxing as having the warm blood of a victim run over and coat your skin.” With a clear of his throat, he began to idly adjust the sleeve of his jacket. “But work comes before thrill…” He then turned to flash the sniper a toothy grin. “Of course, I think our ideas of ‘thrill’ vary…”   

 "You, uh... Got that right. I was talkin' about the thrill of that hike you mentioned." Sebastian's knife soon vanished back to where it had come from, his hands taking to picking at the seat. A nervous habit. "But, y'know, that didn't answer my question about what you prefer to be called. I'd hate to get it wrong, y'see..."

Seb!!!!!!! :’D *clings*

 ”Besides, we’re roughly 10 miles away, and chasing sunlight. Flying is obviously the more convenient choice.” With that, he sat down, and back, relaxing against the seat.  

 Sebastian's eyes lifted from his reflection to meet the other's. He was always cautious about offending those on a level equal to his boss, let alone a someone as unpredictable.

Seb!!!!!!! :’D *clings*

"Only with The British Government."

[ hey baby by no doubt              starts playing.]