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[msadler]

Irene had not actually expected Doctor Watson to take her up on her offer. But it truly is just sex; for the two people in love with perhaps the most complicated man in all of London. Irene might be brilliant but she owns up to her body's basic needs.

She doesn't spend too long choosing a bit of lingerie for this particular meeting, black lace, something fairly standard. She wraps herself in a silk robe and has a glass of wine while she waits.

When the doorbell finally does ring, she takes a leisurely stride to go open the door, she wouldn't want to seem too eager.

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[theconfirmedbachelor]

So Irene actually answered the door, on what might be the most un-professional appointment she could possibly have, in full vamp-seductress finery? John was hard-pressed not to snicker at the absurdity of it.

Then again, that might be her version of business casual? John was dressed in his own business casual at the moment but he was fully decent and presentable for being out in public. Yes, the antique doctor's black bag he carried was silly-looking too. Very silly-looking, he had to admit. So they were both playing a little bit of dress up.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Adler. Have I caught you at a bad time?"

[msadler]

"Not at all doctor Watson, come on in." Irene can't help the slow smile that crosses her face. The doctor's bag is a nice touch, really adds to the scene.

Irene doesn't want this to be entirely clinical, there is very much an element of seduction in play. She wants to see just how long John can go before his body can't handle not fucking her.

"I fear I lack an exam table, is there a surface that will be an acceptable substitute?"

[theconfirmedbachelor]

This could hardly be a clinical scene anyway. John wouldn't be able to put on that kind of performance and still manage to enjoy himself at all. He hadn't thought to bring a proper costume either despite how easy it would have been.

As it was, carrying his doctor's bag as a costume piece easily made this one of the kinkiest things he'd ever tried. "Well, anyplace you could lie down comfortably would work. I usually think of a bed for this sort of thing, maybe you've heard of it? A sofa does the job nicely as well."

[msadler]

"The bed upstairs will be fine then." Irene leads him towards the stairs, her robe hitting mid thigh and showing off hints of her lace knickers as she climbs the stairs.

She knows this is kinky for him and that is a turn on for her, pushing him out from his comfort zone a bit.

Once she's inside her bedroom she drops her robe, showing off a bit.

"Do I need to be nude, doctor?"

[theconfirmedbachelor]

"Well, that depends." No two ways about it, Irene was truly lovely and she knew how to work it to the greatest effect. Though they hadn't spent all that much time together, John had known her long enough to think of her as person as well as an accomplished femme fatale. He also had plans, which gave him something else to focus on and that helped prevent his staring at her bewitched.

John tugged open his doctor's bag and started rummaging about in it. "Medicine has changed a great deal since the late 1700s, mostly for the better of course." He pulled out a box of gloves and started tugging on a pair.

"However, there's one practice in particular that was developed around that time. It was genuinely beneficial to health, became all the rage, and unfortunately fell into disuse when electric powered appliances became widely available."

[msadler]

Irene knows how to move, how to emphasize her hips when she walks, and how to make it all look effortless. She has left her hair down, it's more humanizing, taking away an element of her pin-up persona and making her a tiny hint more normal.

She turns to John to watch him, the way he goes through his bag, the snap of latex on wrists. Oh yes, she thinks she will enjoy this.

She reaches an arm behind her to unclap her bra, carefully removing it from her pale frame.

"What practice might that be?" She's well aware of what he's hinting at, but it adds to the scene to play a bit dumb. Though she isn't even a hint shy as she pushes her knickers down over her hips; he's already seen her naked, after all.

[theconfirmedbachelor]

He gave her a tiny paternal frown of disapproval, eyebrows up instead of furrowed to emphasize that it was entirely facetious.

"Back in those days, a lady would never be undressed in front of anyone who wasn't her husband. Doctors were expected to reach blindly up a woman's skirts to do an exam, or dispense with the exam altogether and offer various solutions of morphine and cocaine from a respectful distance."

[msadler]

"Well, I'm hardly distracting in full skirts. I could put on a robe if you'd prefer."

Though John knows where to look, Irene knows he doesn't actually mind her nudity. She sits on the edge of the bed, knees pressed demurely together.