HBC + character One Shots!

- Joan Potter | Lost jewelry (NSFW)

Okey here we have an idea I've been stuck on for months, but it's really something 😮‍💨

The plot will be out of the script of Bound from 1996 (wlw movie, recommend btw)

Let's get into this little mischief ;)
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My tool belt sat nicely around my hips, containing everything I might need for my next mission.

(Not everything, just saying..)

I rang Mrs. Potter's doorbell, hoping she'd be home and that I wouldn't have to come by another time.. to be honest I had began missing her face. Those subtle glances when in the elevator, the almost teasing walk she made whenever she got out before me, her body language spoke to me.

(You don't what you did, did to me..🗣💃🕺)

Today I had been summoned to her door by the simple request of helping a poor woman find her missing earring which she'd lost down the sink, how could I ever refuse? Especially when she stood so invitingly against the doorframe.

"I didn't know he'd call you, you must think I'm a total nuisance.."

That was a lie, even if she'd known the landlord would've called me, I found it cute she tried to hide it. Besides, the subtle flirting was enough to want me here anyhow.

"Not exactly."

My eyes traveled over her body, not a care in the world that the woman in front of me knew exactly where they went. Her curly, blonde hair fit nicely against the vintage looking shirt she was wearing. Low cut, her bra almost on display dare I say.

"Sorry, I'd usually call Rajeev, but I didn't know what to do.. so I called Mr Bianchini."

If she didn't know, she sure looked cute, but if she did, this whole meeting had me even more excited.

"He said you lost something?"

She looked over her shoulder before her eyes locked with mine, the tension simmering in the moment. Stepping aside she went to answer my question.

"Yeah. Come on in."

With a smirk on my face I entered her apartment, Mrs Potter remaining by the door to close it behind me. The situation felt odd, though I'm sure a woman like her always got what she wanted.

"I was doing the dishes, and just as I pulled the stopper.. my earring fell in."

I turned to her, seeing her approaching me with her usual 'innocent' walk.

"That's why I got upset. It's one of my favorites."

It's understandable for her to be upset, but what I couldn't understand was that her figure had moved close enough for me to feel her expensive perfume.. careful now Mrs potter..

She showed me to the sink,  where the supposed 'crime scene' had occurred, and then pointed to the place under, where the pipes go. Having had done this multiple times before, I bent down to my knees and began opening the cabinets.

Right where they should be, pipes hung perfectly for me to extract her earring.

"You got a pot, or perhaps a bucket?"

Immediately, she handed me one from the counter, she'd prepared for this.. I placed the bucket under the pipe I was to open, didn't want to fill the area with dirty water and food now.

Taking my wrench, I carefully began screwing the pipes from each other, knowing that any second now a stream of water would escape the soon to be hole.