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[hadbadays]

[ There's a rustle that sounds like paper, and then John clears his throat. ]

You've reached Dr. John Watson. I'm probably busy. If you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you.

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[hadbadays]

That, [ he shifts. Raises a finger, ] was not hesitation.

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[considered]

[ look at her walking over to your kitchen to take a biscuit. look at her knowing exactly where everything is. she'll take a bite on the way back, still casually barefoot and you know john, everyone else would mistake it for a date!! ]

Wasn't it? I could swear.

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[hadbadays]

It definitely wasn't. You just caught me off guard.

[ Her knowing she caught him off guard is better than her thinking he agrees.

Maybe.

On second thought, it probably doesn't make a difference to her either way. He is so rubbish at this. Where's Sherlock when you need him? ]

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[considered]

I waged you thought being off guard in my company would lend you in a less pleasant position?

[ she smiles. ]

I have no plans to hurt you, John Watson. Nor do I have any motivation to.

[ she slips into her shoes, high heeled and dark blue and steps past him, all perfume and red lips. a moment before she's gone she'll lean and press a kiss to his cheek. ]

I trust we shall meet again.

[ and then she's gone. the only proof of her being there is her empty cup of tea and a little drawing on the edge of the napkin she used; a well detailed peony in blue ink. ]

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[hadbadays]

[ Oh god.

Oh god, he just got kissed on the cheek by a Moriarty. A Moriarty. Whatever she says about not intending to hurt him doesn't matter because that is just. Wrong. And uncomfortable. And awful and, god, why him.

As soon as she's out the door, he makes sure it's closed properly and then braces a hand against it, and takes a few deep breaths. Okay. Okay.

Shit. ]