the woman who beat you

Irene Adler. Professional dominatrix. Recreational scolding is my forte. Note: I am not a prostitute. (BBC-verse Irene Adler/Teen!lock Irene Adler) Disclaimer: Will smut with anyone 18+. If I don't get to your reply, I'm either a) busy with other replies, b) busy with life-things, or c) have somehow forgotten. Message me anytime for questions/concerns. Thanks. Magic!Anon: Accepting!

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[ms-twelfth-doctor]

The Doctor sipped her tea and hummed gratefully around the rim of the cup. She almost spit out the tea she had just put in her mouth at Irene’s blunt statement. That certainly hadn’t been what she was expecting. She nodded slowly, wondering why someone would want her to pay Irene a visit. “So that’s your job?” she asked, mildly surprised that people pay for something like that. The Doctor wasn’t naive about that sort of thing but Irene lived much more comfortably than others with similar jobs.

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"There's more to it, of course. In my line of duty, I know a lot of things. I hold a lot of information." Irene took a sip of her own tea. "Occasionally that information can be used to benefit or harm another person. It's all in good fun, of course." Until someone either dies, gets thrown in jail or gets rich without truly deserving it. "There are many people in and around London who need my services. That's why I'm a bit surprised you came here without a clue in the world as to who I was." 

[jo-hannah-xo]

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Havin' My Baby || Irene & Jim

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Jim sighed heavily, the death of the baby weighing on him too. Not as much as it was on Irene, he couldn’t feel anything so intense as that, but for him it was hard, just in another way. So when her stomach was flat beneath his hand, he bowed his head, cradling her tightly to him and gasped another sigh. “I’m sorry, darling, I’m very, very sorry. It shouldn’t have happened, least of all to you.” He murmured, kissing her temple before laying his chin over her head again, and rubbing her back soothingly.

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Irene shut her eyes, head against him, trying to slowly calm down her own breathing. How does someone recover from such an emptiness? There seemed to be no end to this pain... not sitting here in a hospital bed draped in a man that she wasn't sure she even loved. "Please make them let me go home..." She whined. "Jim, you can do anything. Just, please... do this one thing for me." It was painful and pathetic, but if she could just be in her flat she could think straight. She could try to make herself feel better. 

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Eclipsed || Severin & Irene

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He continued her train of thought, watching with dead grey eyes as she fidgeted with her cigarette, “The truth? I’m not stayin’ for long, love. Just came over to see what you had to say for yourself.” 

He took the liberty to escort himself into the living room and sit down on an armchair, which coincidentally was Sebastian’s favorite. He nodded at the seat opposite of him, “No bullshit. No lies. I want the story and I want it in its whole entirety.” From the exhaustion written all over her face, and the desperation in her mannerisms, it was clear to Moran that she would do just that. His words, though unnecessary, would force her to start her story a bit faster.

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Irene had followed Severin to the living room. Out of nervous habit, she ran her fingers through the slight tangles in her chestnut hair. She didn't bother to sit -- sitting meant having to stay still, and right now she couldn't stop pacing the floor, feet padding against the pristine oak flooring. No bullshit. No lies. 

"When I told you I didn't have much information, I wasn't lying. I'm to seduce a high-up Frenchman, gather information and give it to someone else. You know me, I can get information out of anyone when I try hard enough." Pace one way, pace the other, stop. Repeat. If anyone else had seen her, they'd have thought she was ready to waltz. Irene couldn't stop moving. And her mind was racing along with her movements. "Yes, that's dangerous. Going into a job blind is dangerous, you know as well as I do. We're one in the same... the only difference is I use my body and you use a knife." 

At this, she stopped before him. Her face was stone. No humor. Every single tired line stood out, especially without concealer to cover her imperfections. She was naked before him. Not physically without clothing, but mentally. If he wanted, he have easily seen through her soul. "The trouble with everything is the man I'm doing this for. He's a dangerous man... an old friend, you could say. I said a bit too much to him after a-a night of drinking and-" Irene's eyes glanced down to her bare feet. "Well, we'd had a bit of something else too." 

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OOC: Sorry for the mini hiatus. Working on replies now. Also willing to start new threads/plots. 

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Irene watched him carefully, aware that he wasn’t actually intrigued. “Isn’t it? Don’t make this a one way show-and-tell. You must have been busy as well since we last met.” 

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“Of course. Small cases.. A few abroad.” Sherlock kept it vague, just in case Irene decided to take a look herself. He didn’t need any trouble from her.  

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"You are unbelievably hard to read at times." Irene muttered, hand reaching out to brush against his cheek. "How about we go out to dinner? Just you and I... there's a lovely Italian place just down the street." 

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Eclipsed || Severin & Irene

[theothermoran-deactivated201610]

He was drying his hair, having just stepped out of the shower, when the text came. It came as a surprise - he had considered the conversation between him and Adler quite over. Perhaps the same careless attitude had drawn her to confess what this all was really about. His fingers moved lazily on the keyboard:

[SMS] With you, pride is always involved. I’ll be over in half an hour. SevM

Severin made the inference that more carelessness would bring more of the story out, so he dressed the part, his shirt wrinkled, faded jeans, though tight, slightly ripped. He rode his motorcycle there, hair unkempt and rugged, a cigarette in his mouth as soon as he killed the engine. His appearance was the complete opposite of what it had been the night before.

He rapped on the door and waited, glancing around the neighborhood of Irene’s new residence. It was too quiet for his taste. Too..kid friendly? It stank of calm family life. Severin returned his gaze back to the door in disdain. 

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Irene was at the door a couple of moments later, her silk robe clung tight to her. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy around the lids, and between her middle and index finger propped a half smoked cigarette. For a reason she couldn't put her finger no, her heart leapt at the sight of him. In all honesty, she thought he wouldn't come. That he'd just ignore her message and leave her to be alone at her most vulnerable. 

Because that was something that Severin would do. 

But here he was, and she quickly moved out of the way, opening the door further so he could enter. Her throat was dry from the words stuck there. Finally, after she'd shut the door behind him, she cleared her throat and spoke, "D'you want anything? Coffee? Tea?" 

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|| Susan & Irene

[tagalongsusan]

“Fuck you, heels!”  Susan (16) mumbled tiredly as she stumbled along the sidewalk.  “Fuck you to hell.”  After a few more steps, she had finally had enough and just took them off entirely.  It was gross and her aunt would have a conniption if she knew, but barefoot was better than breaking an ankle trying to get home.  The woman kept insisting she wear the things to social events despite their apparent lack of usefulness.

She hadn’t expected to be coming home until the next evening, but Sandra’s birthday weekend had quickly turned into nothing more than an excuse for the girl to invite her boyfriend over while her parents were out of town.  Not particularly wanting to be audience to it, Susan had simply decided to walk back.  Cutting through the park was the quickest route and given the chill in the air and her now bare feet, seemed like the best option.  If there was anything open, she would call a taxi.

As she stepped onto the grass, she noticed a form curled up on the lawn, the flicker of a cigarette burning in the air.  Susan eyed her and frowned, gripping the pale pink pumps more tightly in her hand.  Walking more closely to her, she relaxed slightly when she saw the girl wasn’t that much older than herself.  “Hey…hey you,” she called out.  “Do you know if there’s a phone booth or something near here?”

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Irene's head lulled to the side, eyes half lidded, and stared at Susan. She didn't answer right away... instead, she took a long drag of her cigarette and exhaled slowly. "No..." Her voice was rough from a night of screaming over the loud house music that was blaring most of the night. "I've got a phone, though..." She put the cigarette back between her lips and fished into her her Louis Vuitton bag, pulling out her Blackberry shrouded in rhinestones. Carefully, her nails clicked against the buttons as she typed in the passcode and handed it to Susan. 

"Just type the number and hit send..." She said, cigarette bouncing while she spoke on the one side of her mouth. Irene laid back in the grass, staring up at the changing colors of the sky. Everything was starting to spin, but it wasn't alarming... it was rather pleasant, reminding her of the beach's rolling waves. 

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Drinks for Two || Irene & Sebastian

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“‘m so sure you would.” Sebastian hummed in return. “Well… gotta say, I got this knot in my left shoulder somethin’ awful. Maybe a pair of talented fingers could help work it out?” He smirked at her, his tongue unconsciously darting out to lick his bottom lip. “But this’s hardly the place, don’ ya think? Somewhere more… private. That’d definitely be better.”

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"Well, then I suppose we should leave, mm?" Irene purred in his ear, leaning over more to close the space between the two of them. Her lips met with the skin just near his ear, leaving a small red mark from her blood-red lipstick. "I've got drinks back at mine. I can work out those kinks." She pulled away and got off her chair. "Let's get a cab." 

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Irene laughed. He really did amuse her, but there was also a part of her that sort of enjoyed getting on his nerves. “But I can elaborate. It’s all so exciting… the whips… the chains… oh, we had to give the neighbors a paid trip to Bora Bora so they’d stop calling the police!” 

[not-an-amateur-detective-blog]

Sherlock quirked a brow. Ms Adler was certainly doing very well in the business department to send her neighbours away… “How lovely.” He retorted quickly, making it at least sound like he was marginally interested.

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Irene watched him carefully, aware that he wasn't actually intrigued. "Isn't it? Don't make this a one way show-and-tell. You must have been busy as well since we last met." 

[ms-twelfth-doctor]

She nodded as she watched Irene busy herself with making the tea. “Work for someone?” she asked, wondering why the idea would illicit that kind of reaction from her. “Nope. I don’t work for anyone but myself. And I don’t really work anyways,” she trailed off thinking. “Clients?” she inquired as she listened to her explain about herself. “What do you do?”

[corsetsandridingcrops-blog]

Irene put two sugars into her own tea and smirked, eyes not looking at the Doctor. She brought the Doctor's tea to her and sipped her own. "I'm a dominatrix, madam." The way she spoke, she made it sound like it was a known fact. And really, it seemed like it was. Who hadn't known about The Woman? The one who caused chaos wherever she stepped. The one in charge of a handfull of illicit affairs. "I specialize in pleasure... and, on occasion, pain." 

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Eclipsed || Severin & Irene

[theothermoran-deactivated201610]

He rubbed his face. She should know better than to avoid eye contact when confirming a request. Tattletale signs of a lie. No matter, Severin knew he’d keep her in check. Irene offered him more when she was alive rather than dead, after all. Overpowering her presented no problem.

Deciding that he could spare a week to protect his favorite lover (none of his other femmes came close to Adler), he rose as well, draping the leather jacket over his arm. “I grow weary of your dramatics, my sweet. Text me the details. I’m coming with.” He dropped a sizable note on the table, despite Irene’s critical glare, in order to reinforce the understanding of who had control of the situation, and strode towards the exit. Moran didn’t need to waste any more time with her. 

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Irene didn't follow. She didn't bother to call after him or go home with him or even glare daggers into his back. She stared at the money tossed carelessly on the table, crumpled up, as well as the discarded cigarette ends in the glass ashtray. He had a way of kicking her in the ribs and having her crawl back for him each time. She slowly put her coat back on and shrugged her purse over her shoulder, and left the cafe once she knew that Severin was nowhere in sight outside. 

That evening, she couldn't sleep. Each time her eyes fluttered shut, nearly fifteen minutes later she was gasping awake. Even after a cup of green tea slumber never paid her a visit. Irene knew what was wrong... why her subconscious was drowning her each time her mind seemed close to being at ease. She pulled out her phone and opened a new message for Severin:

I don't have a choice, you know. This job is something I need to do, regardless if I survive. It's got nothing to do with money or pride. If you come over... I'll tell you everything. -IA 

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Havin' My Baby || Irene & Jim

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The feeling of his hand in hers felt almost alien. “I shouldn’t have left the flat… I should have stayed in bed… I-I must not have done something right, you know? I must have ate something or moved too much or… I didn’t think that this would happen… I—” Irene’s mind was racing as much as her mouth was, coming up with ways that she’d messed up the pregnancy. Her eyes got glassy with tears. “I just want to leave… if I can’t hold him — if he’s not here, I don’t want to stay. I want to leave.” 

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“It’s alright dear,” Jim reached around her to pull her against him, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “It’s not your fault, you know it’s not your fault. We did everything we could to make sure the baby was healthy, you ate right, you rest as much as you could, you exercised when you should and stayed safe. You know that, dear. It is not your fault. Irene,” Jim whispered lowly, sitting beside her in the bed, hoping to give her something to cling to, if nothing else a bit of stability, even though he was barely stable himself at having lost a daughter. “Irene, it’s not your fault. These things happen unexpectedly all the time, we we just unlucky…” He whispered into her hair.

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Irene clung to him, despite all her anger and frustrating -- despite wanting to bash his head into the ever beeping machine next to her. Her arms wrapped around him and her face buried in his chest, choking sobs shaking her almost violently. She could remember a time when she thought this child was a curse. When pregnancy was the worst thing that could happen to her. But now she realized that it had all been a bittersweet curse. 

"He... he would have been beautiful..." She whispered into his clothing, trying to swallow the despair. Her hand gingerly went to his. Instead of holding it and comforting him, she picked it up and placed it on her stomach, which was still sore from the cesarian section. It was empty. She was empty. "H-He's gone."