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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.
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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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.