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[originallutece]

is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[originallutece]

Of course I am. You can't possibly think I'm going to get hung up on manners.

Go on. Indulge my nosiness while you pick out some decent red wine.

[heterodoxy]

Don't have time, someone's coming over and I've got to organise my sex calendar.

Get back to you later

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[originallutece]

I'm not going to forget to ask.

A request: please don't put me on something as crude as a `sex calendar`, thank you.

[originallutece]

And wash your hands before you touch my wine.

[heterodoxy]

[ some time later, the list omitting Venus' name, he'll tell her about that later if at all - ]

Diana Prince
John Constantine
Dorian Gray
Arthur Kirkland
Erik Lehnsherr
S. Winchester

So far.

[originallutece]

Is that slant towards men due to personal preference, the fact that men highly outnumber women here, or simple coincidence?

[heterodoxy]

I chose people it wouldn't hurt to lose touch with if I pissed anyone off, or who I didn't think I was likely to offend. The result represents the gender ratio of my acquaintances.

It's coincidentally not a bad snapshot of my preferences either.

[originallutece]

Well, now I've got something to work on for when I'm bored and between projects. Deducting your preferences, or at least your preferences as selected from a very small pool.

[heterodoxy]

It's been a while since anyone's committed themselves to that endeavour. Best of luck.

[originallutece]

Are you being sincere with that luck? That would be pleasant.

I'll see you tonight, Sherlock. Dress nicely.

[heterodoxy]

I always do.

[ dress nicely, not be sincere. some hours later, he sends through the contact details for a nice little wine seller en route to her place in the Up. ]

Permission slip please.

[ he's wheedled, he's argued, and he's on the brink of having the police called on him. so now it comes to this. ]

[originallutece]

Good grief . . .

[She mutters it as she stares down at her device. There's something particularly stupid about this, so much so it's not even an enjoyable rush of power. This is just pathetic. And of course she sends her permission, she gives Sherlock leave by her authority to buy as much wine or spirits or drugs as he likes for the next week (because she knows he's a clever boy; she knows he'll buy as many cigarettes as he can to stock up).

And of course the permission goes though. The instant she's registered as Dominant (albeit not his Dominant, a point of quiet contention), everything goes smoothly.]

[heterodoxy]

[ and, approximately 25 minutes later, there's a sharp knock on her door. there stands Sherlock, black shirt under black suit (ironed and neat, dressed nicely as promised) under coat and scarf, three bottles of red clasped in one hand and two of white in the other.

he looks thoroughly pissed off. in a for God's sake you better have the corkscrew ready sort of a way that doesn't appear to prelude an attack. ]

[originallutece]

In the kitchen.

[Where she has a corkscrew, yes, and some glasses, and even some food if he's hungry. It is, admittedly, sort of crappy food, she can make eggs and sausages and that's about it, but on the other hand, at least it's better than what he usually gets.

She wisely says nothing until some of the red is poured out. She even lets him drain his first glass, though she sips at hers.]

[heterodoxy]

[ and so, to the kitchen. to the heavily set down bottles and the pouring of wine, the first three angry gulps.

that appears to be enough to take the edge off. he's never been a drinker, per se, other vices more his speed, so those three mighty swallows give way to an almighty sigh, a sharp nasal inhale... and he appears to be back in the zone. ]

Shame the city's already had a recent burst of serial killings. I hate to be unoriginal.

[ inference being that at this rate that's soon to be the only thing stopping him. ]

[originallutece]

[Her mouth twitches, something like a smile trying to steal its way over her lips.]

Come, now. You could always do it in such a way that it would be unique. And certainly baffle what few authorities there are-- honestly, it wouldn't be hard. You could make a day of it.

[. . .]

Did they question your motives? Or simply want any dominant's permission?

[heterodoxy]

[ a snort. of course he could count on her to encourage bad behaviour, however much in jest. ]

They just wanted me to play by the rules.

[ well. play. getting used to the fact that the rules are law here, that disobedience isn't simply frowned upon but actively baffling to the people here - that's the most difficult part. people are genuinely surprised when a submissive tries to crack the status quo. before he was faced with frustration and anger, he was offered soft advice and gentle guidance.

they pitied him before they frowned upon him. poor man, making all these silly mistakes.

Sherlock gulps back the rest of his glass in a final swig, sets to refilling. he'll go steadier with this one. probably. ]

Nevermind. I made it.

[originallutece]

You did.

[And she's falling behind. She busies herself with that for a minute, drinking a little more earnestly, genuinely pleased with the taste. He'd picked out a good one. But ah, far be it for her to just let things go--]

Why not contract with someone? It would make your life exponentially easier.

[heterodoxy]

Would it? I had no idea.

[ ah good, sarcasm. but it's not as if that's a secret to anyone. he hardly needs rosalind to spell out the benefits of a contract when society as a whole is actively structured around it.

he settles though. takes another sip. ]

I will, before time's up. I'm weighing my options.

[originallutece]

[One eyebrow raises in response to that sarcasm. She won't re-hash their little debate from that one day in the lab, but it serves as a quiet warning. Watch it.]

As you like. I was going to offer myself, but clearly you're atop it.

[heterodoxy]

Mm, too late, you're already on the list.

[ thrown out casually, they've made enough headway by now for him to concede that much. she's an option. knows she'd have him if he were to ask, already knows the extent to which they grate against one another and knows that it's manageable. a dynamic he could comfortably stand.

there's a degree of trust. far from total, but enough to be getting on with in the context of the situation in which they find themselves. of course she's an option. he's hardly giving up a secret at all. ]

[originallutece]

[Oh. There's just a momentary pause, a quick blink that betrays she hadn't expected that. It's no declaration of affection, but . . . it's something, anyway. Some measure of trust, and she quietly appreciates it.

She nods. Pours herself another glass, already feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She's not a very big woman, and this is particularly potent. Or, possibly, spiked with aphrodisiacs.]

And you still wish to go to bed with me?

[She asks because it's important to her, now, to ask. Because she needs to ask, for the sake of her own peace of mind.]