I'll keep him in trouble.

"Don’t tempt me - because right now - I would wear you down." she growled. Biting her lips.

"Would you? Now I’m interested…" He grinned, smirking. "I’ll tempt you as much as I like, thanks."

She smirked, her eyes glinting. She moved towards him, pressing her body against his. “Now - where is this heading?” she whispered.

John hummed, the sound low and dangerous, seductive. His hands drifted to her hips, gripping them posessively. “Where would you like it to go?”

Running her fingers up to his hair, she twirled a few of the greying locks between them, cocking her eyebrow every so slightly. "Well... the bedroom preferably..." a light chuckle catching on her breath as she teased.

Mary searched his face with her eyes, a little confusion still in her. A warm smile etched itself onto her lips. “I love you too.” she said softly. “John - is everything okay?” she asked, her fingers dancing on the nape of his neck.

He nodded slowly, resting his head against hers for a moment before pulling away. “Of course it is. I mean… I’m a little tired, but I just want you to know that even when I don’t say it, I do love you. Even when I’m pissed at you, I still love you.”

She couldn't stop her heart from melting at his words. Everything he was saying, after everything they'd been through - she couldn't quite believe that he was still with her, still willing to be her husband - and for him to say he loved her no matter what - that - that was the best thing she could ever hear. "Oh John..." her breath caught slightly as she pecked his lips with her own. "John..." she muttered.

Mary narrowed her eyes slightly. Her head tilted to the side, watching the youngers movements. Her usually sparkling blue eyes had gone dim, like the life had been sucked out of them. In their place just a darkness that you could almost call sadistic added to the smirk that was worming itself over her lips. "You really don’t get it do you - " she said, in a much too calm voice for any normal person - but then again, she wasn’t a normal person. She heaved a heavy sigh. "As I said before - killing doesn’t always get you what you want - sometimes, you have to watch the mark - and not jus assume you know everything by watching them for a little bit - you have to infiltrate their life, you have to know every little detail about what they are - who they care about. What daily habits are. You can watch them forever, and you will never know what they do in the middle of the night. Or when they like their cup of tea. That’s why you get close to them. So you know every tiny, and maybe insignificant detail in their life.” Mary took a deep breath - clenching her jaw. "Yes, I feel. But if I do care for them - you will never know.” The slap to the face got Mary’s blood pumping. Her head staying bowed, her mouth ajar, eyes closed. She gritted her teeth. Biting her bottom lip and looking up at the young girl. “Bad manners will get you no where.” She delivered. Venom in her voice as her dark eyes fixed on the girl. Mary sat back in the chair. Her face emotionless. "Watch me all you like - you’ll get nothing." her voice monotone. Her eyes followed the girl as she leant in, her head tilting away from her as she spoke. A hint of a smirk clawed at Mary’s lips. "I won’t be going anywhere until I’ve ripped out your intestines and suffocated you with them." she whispered back. "Cut me loose - a fights a fight." 

Mary collected herself, sanding almost instantaneously. Positioning herself to get a good angle on the girl. Whatever happened here - she wouldn't go down without a fight - even if it killed her - she wouldn't let anything happen to anyone she cared about. Too much had been ripped away from her to just give up something good now.  

  [Text] I know, I think he enjoys it to be honest, and we both know that he can’t drive. [Text] Well its the best time to come over. For John and myself. [Text] I’d be more than happy if you did - and John would be too. [Text] Of course you would be, just because you and I don’t see eye to eye, it doesn’t mean I don’t want you in John’s life.

Perhaps I’ll bring dinner to him. SH For both of you, of course. Obviously. SH A housewarming gift or…whatever nonsense. SH I’ve not been to your home in ages. You two always come over here. SH Or, rather, you used to. SH

[Text] That would be nice. [Text] For the three of us? Yes? [Text] You don't have to. [Text] John likes it better at Baker Street when we visit. [Text] We have lives Sherlock. And they don't revolve around you.

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Jemma just rolled her eyes and took a long drag of her cigarette. “Are you done? I’m very bored. You’ve wasted my time. And not all of them. Not all of them at all. Now pop off back to your husband before you work yourself up into childbirth. Not something I wish to deal with.”

Mary let out a sarcastic sigh. “You know what your problem is Jemma - you think you rule everything - but some day, some day soon - that is going to collapse and you’re not going to be able to get out of the rubble.” Mary clenched both her fists together a little. “If you want me to leave - I’m happy to, I just came here to warn you that a certain someone is closing in - ”

"I never intended to live long, darling. Why do you think I smoke like this? I intend to live life as fast and hard as I can and die before I lose my good looks. Now, do tell who this someone is, you’ve just started to get interesting."

"If I told you right away - that would spoil my fun - wouldn't it... who knows... perhaps that someone is right outside... and I'm here just to keep you talking long enough for them to get to all of your men, kill them, and then come kill you."

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Mary rolled her eyes shortly at the twisted compliment that had just rolled off of Jim's lips. "You let me live because you knew that one day, I'd be useful - and here it is..." she smirked again, taking a breath in and wiggling her eyebrows a little.  She stifled a chuckle. "Exactly - I thought you ought to know - we all know what you do to little rats in your line of business. Thought it might - keep you occupied until my boys actually get a lead on you - by themselves - their dancing does keep you rather entertained and it's always fun to watch you squirm whilst you wait..."  

"That’s an idea, want to get married again?" John playfully asked. He continued to drive that car before finally arriving at the restaurant. John parked and let himself out before opening the door for her. "We can get engaged this time without interruption and hopefully our photographer will not be a potential murder," he added.

That was not what she had been expecting. But the idea was nice enough - after everything they'd been through... perhaps getting re-married wasn't the worst idea. "Why John Watson - are you asking me to marry you - I'll have you know - my hand is already taken..." she replied playfully. Mary stepped out of the car, chuckling at John's words. "You know Sherlock would find something to make a murder of... " she joked lightly. "Why I'm amazed he hasn't called you yet to tell you about something new on his plate..."

Mary scrunched up her nose a little, a small grin creeping over her lips. “Good, I’m sure he’ll be very pleased to see you.” she winked at him Sighing a little, she rested her head on his shoulder. "You belong to me anyway, not just for tonight." she chuckled a little at the end, closing her eyes and snuggling into him a little. "I don’t want you to change everything you are for me - you and Sherlock are like brothers, you need each other and I don’t want to get in the way of that - I’m glad you’re going to go see him."

As Mary leaned into him, resting her forehead on his shoulder, John wrapped one arm around her. He stroked the fingers of his other hand through her hair absentmindedly. “Sometimes I really think you’re the glue that keeps us together,” he admitted. If he’d come back like he did and Mary hadn’t been there to help him through it, he wasn’t sure he’d still be calling the consulting detective his friend right now. “Without you to talk me down I may have had a murder charge on my head.”

Mary felt a bubble of laughter pop within her as she started to giggle at John's words, silently shaking in his arms as she tried to imagine what John would look like in prison sivvies. "You know I think you'd rather suit a jumpsuit..." she managed, laying her hand on his chest and gently moving her thumb up and down. "And don't be stupid - you wouldn't get arrested for killing a dead man..." she smirked.

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