Elementary, My Dear Joan

Fun

Now, deep in what you might call 'The slums' of London, stood a woman. She was of average height and stature with dyed reddish pink hair that tumbled down her back. She was dressed in a form fitting black coat and dress. Taking up her position under a lampost, the woman pulled out her mirror and inspected her blood red lipstick. Her contact was late.

The gentleman fixed his ebony tie as he strode her way. A knowing smile slithered onto his face and he checked his watch "One minute past eight." She snapped the mirror closed at the sound of his purring voice, rolling her eyes "One minute too late." The only light offered to the pair was that of the flickering lampost which eminated an all too harsh glow. When he reached her, his arm snaked round her petite waist, pulling her closer to him. No air passed between them as he leant down and tilted her chin to look up at him. Sapphire bored into hazel; he pressed his lips delicately against hers. The woman's eyes fluttered slightly but she kept her body stiff in his hold.

Sensing his partner's hesitation, the man restrained himself. She saw the hunger in his eyes and smiled "You don't dominate me here." She pressed a finger to his lips, earning a small grin. He pushed her leather clad hand away gently "I think you'll find I can dominate anybody anywhere, Love." He stepped forward a few paces, so her back was pressed againt the lampost. The woman fought to catch her breath but did so quickly "You'll get your chance to do your job soon enough; down boy."

"Ah yes" He chuckled, the sound echoing down the empty street "Who is this new player you told me about? Is she interesting?" His voice was laced with a fine mixture of excitement and malice. The woman tilted her head "Interesting enough to keep us occupied, I think. Smart but naive." The gentleman arched an eyebrow in intrigue and he let out a soft groan under his breath. She picked up the poorly hidden desire in his tone; he flexed his fingers at his sides "Sounds fun."