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the butt plug was an eyesore

Uh-huh?

what show is that from? the one with gatiss in uniform?

It’s from Clone, a TV series where Mark plays Colonel Black I suppose.

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Thank you! That's very nice of you to say. :3

That’s no problem! Your work is fab and hope you keep it up!! I can’t wait for when Sherl comes to his senses and goes back to Molls or at least smooths everything with her (just what the paddy whack do you think you’re doing, Sherl); I’m just really looking forward to the next part (especially for the Sherlock and Irene part, some shit is going to go down between those two hecking yeah) :D (This turned out longer than expected sorry)

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Yes, please! You have never written a Mythea before, right? Can you write me one? :3

It wasn’t what he’d expected, that much was certain. To live ones entire life feeling as if one were surrounded by goldfish; where even one’s admittedly (although NEVER to his face) genius of a younger brother still seemed tediously slow…no, he’d never expected to actually find himself with romantic feelings toward another human being.

Sex, yes; occassionally he would indulge, when he found himself becoming restless, agitated, incapable of soothing the racing engine that was his mind via mental exercise. Never with the same person twice, and certainly never with anyone in his personal circle. Discreet escort services were available to men in his position, ones he could trust not to divulge his activities to anyone. He’d never fixated on questioning his sexuality or assigning himself a tiresome bias; male, female, it mattered little as long as his body was well taken care of, so that he could be assured of no such annoying distractions for months or, if he was very fortunate, years.

So what, he pondered as he sat in the back of the car, his trusted PA by his side, had changed? Why was he now regarding Andrea (whom he still secretly called ‘Anthea’ after she’d related that amusing anecdote regarding her first meeting with the flirtatious Dr. Watson) as something more than simply an underling, another goldfish? A useful goldfish, granted, but still…she was above average intelligence, certainly attractive to look at if one went for that sort of thing, and always attentive to his needs as her employer.

But why now? Why, after years of her working by his side, no different to any other employee, was he contemplating the idea of asking her to dinner?

"It’s because of your brother, sir."

Mycroft stared at Andrea, who had lifted her head from her Blackberry and was gazing steadily at him. A small smile curved her lips as she set the phone down - unprecedented whilst traveling! - and settled her hands on her lap. “He’s made you wonder if sentiment might not be as dangerous an emotion as you’ve always made it out to be. Sir,” she added with another small smile.

"And," she added as she leaned in to kiss him with a thoroughness that quite elevated his pulse and shortened his breathing, "because you’ve come to realize that you simply can’t live without me."

True, was his last thought before his mind shut down to a pleasant background buzz. She knew him so very, very well.

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