The Dominatrix and The Consulting Criminal - Irene & Jim
Perched on a bench outside Kings Cross Station, Irene tucked a loose strand of her glossy, neatly styled hair behind her ear as she drummed a repetitive rhythm with her fingers on her knee. She attempted to scan her surroundings to see if she could spot the man she was waiting for, but the darkness wasn't helping at all. If there was anyone that knew Miss Adler wasn't one for waiting, it was the exact man she was waiting for. Jim Moriarty.
Jim and Irene had quite the history. He had been her client in the past and she had been his. She knew quite a lot about him. She knew what he liked, as did he vice versa. She also knew that his safe-word was 'rifle', although she swore she would never tell Sebastian. They did actually get along, though. Sure the fight for dominance and power in some situations was a bit... difficult, to say the least, but their minds were on the same wavelength and they shared a ridiculous amount in common, most prominently the pleasure of inflicting pain on others.
Impatiently, she removed her phone from the pocket of her long black coat and began to text him.
You're the one who asked me to meet you here at 9pm. It's almost half past. Where are you? -IA
She hit send and proceeded to slide the phone back into her pocket when coincidently, she heard a text alert noise emerge from behind her, followed by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She smirked, and without turning her head, she uttered,
"What took you so long, Handsome?"