Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours! ( A mix of nsfw, crack, fluff, angst, etc. ) ;;; currently - accepting                           @londonsavior

Send “Stolen” to steal a kiss from my muse ;;; currently - accepting                           @londonsavior​

    FORCED into the same living space can be the catalyst for any number of things. The game Irene had been playing had been one. To try and elicit a reaction from the deeply serious detective meant to protect her from harm. ( Irene tries not to laugh at the idea ). The game is a slow one with only varied success until a sleepless night ( for both? maybe, she’s still reeling from a nightmare of Karachi proportions ) and a run in at a bathroom. 

     Tired, slow, she thinks he means to kiss her forehead.  His mouth is rough, the silver touched beard scratching her jaw as her head tilts up and into it. He’s gentle while he looms over the small dominatrix. The game feels like it’s changed when he pulls away from her ( left in the cold where the warmth of his body once occupied ) and mumbles an apology before slinking into the darkness of his room.

         “ London’s FINEST at my door. How the mind wanders.” 

      Painted lips curl up into a smirk, more mischief than amusement but it fades just as soon as it appeared. With one sweeping gesture of her arm towards the parlor.

❝   WHAT MAKES IAGO evil? some people ask.  i never ask.   ❞

what a cutie. i mean me, i am the cutie.

you are the cutie ! it’s you

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