Jim, Jim from IT, Moriarty
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These are all you.
Fine! Fine.
Okay.
So.
I have to marry Jim from IT. I’d love to fuck him, but I feel like he just needs to be protected.
I like drinking with Jim. He gets slurred and cute. And he climbs all over me and cuddles and bites. And sometimes we have really damn good sex. But he’s cute. Okay? You’re stupid and cute.
Okay. That time you did the thing with the ropes and the suit during the meeting with those mob bosses in York?? I know I couldn’t fucking sit on my ass for a week by goddamn I’d like that again.











