When Mary hands Janine the gun, Janine hands it right back, warm fingers lingering over Mary’s cold hand.
“Oh no, love. That’s your wheelhouse, not mine.” And in a shocking disregard of safety, Janine traps the gun between them to give Mary a hot, sweet kiss, the barrel pressed into Janine’s stomach with Mary’s hand still wrapped around the butt (but blessedly nowhere near the trigger).
As soon as Janine backs away Mary pulls her hand back like she’s been burnt and points the gun into the air. “Are you mad?” she asks, wide-eyed.
Janine narrows her eyes and stares at Mary for the space of a breath, and then throws her head back and howls with laughter. In a few seconds, Mary is laughing too (safety on, gun secured safely in her handbag).
Later that night, duties done and all guns and ammo secured in their respective safes and lockboxes, Mary presses kiss after kiss to the round softness of Janine’s belly, each hot press of her lips making Janine shiver with the memory of cold metal pressed there instead.
“I wouldn’t do it, you know. If I didn’t trust you. If I didn’t know how it made your blood boil in all the best ways,” Janine sighs as Mary squeezes the inside of her thigh before rubbing the palm of her hand against Janine’s labia, pink and swollen with blood and arousal.
“You drive me mad with your blatant disregard for safety and good sense,” Mary says as she noses at the soft, dark hair under the swell of Janine’s tummy.
“Mmm. Good mad or bad mad?” asks Janine, eyes closed and tangling her fingers in Mary’s short hair.
“Yes,” says Mary before she moves her hand and replaces it with her hot, eager mouth.
“Oh!” Janine sighs and then moans in contentment. “I know what John sees in you, I think,” she says with a smile.
Mary pinches the inside of her thigh and then redoubles her effort against teasing Janine’s clit. She’s not going to be distracted from Janine now, and there will be plenty of time soon enough to negotiate room for John and Sherlock in this … whatever they have. Instead, Mary choses to focus on making Janine pay (in the very best and kindest way) for her stunt with the gun earlier.
There’s no excuse for carelessness, really, Mary thinks as she slips two fingers into Janine while sucking gently at her clit. Janine agrees, if only with a moan and possessive squeeze of her legs around Mary’s shoulders.
Evening reblog because I am vain about this.