Sunshine before the storm
Kriezler x Mary
He knew what was going to happen. Looking up from his desk at number 808 Broadway brought a small thrill up his spine. Mary had stolen his key before giving everybody a meal of steak and eggs after a long day of work to brace the spirit for what was to come. If their was any chance she would be targeted then he would want her to not take it no matter how small it may be. Remembering how she had nearly cried broke his heart and that was a feat many thought impossible foe you cannot break what does not exist.
In truth they had been in flagrant relations for a few months with a rare number of times. He could see her staying not as maid, bu instead Mrs. Kriezler. Parking up the notes for the night before taking the elevator down. Pulling his jacket tight he could only wonder what sort of mood she would be in. Since the beginning of this case he has wished to have any of the seamier qualities life often brought in. Responding to it she has often made it so he becomes a thirsty man surrounded by rivers. Before she often played cute, meek, or kind. Just before she left though a fire was playfully flickering behind those sky blue eyes.
Opening the door to his home brought a feeling of charged ambition. Something was going to happen with little interruption due to both of his other servants asleep. It was down to hunter versus prey while he bounded up the stairs there wasn't any proof to plan that he could see. Closing the door to his bedroom he wondered if her had been wrong about her. One second was all it took for her to get the surprise on him. Struggling for a moment before noticing who it was pinning both of the hands to the satin on the bed. Her spritely frame straddled the doctor as for the first time in their unique relationship she was in control. Feeling the rush of blood come up his eyes flitted about watching as she stretched herself out on top of him.
She was in control of him. The last man who was in this position was most likely her father who was burnt alive. Her history did not matter to him because he knew he was safe. Still the mix of adrenaline with wanting made his body come to life after the long day. Feeling his hair splayed on the cushion under him she looked like she had some things she wanted to try something new.
"Trying to get me to lose focus, Mary?"
Sitting on his waist she would know if she had something to torture with. The talking to at the office brought this side out of her. Feeling a nibble at the flesh under his left ear made him writhe under her trying to remove the light pressure on his chest. Licking at the spot and him completely disarmed. She was in control. He could not care less. There was just the two of them with no logic needed or spies looking in on it. Tracing one hand down his underdeveloped left arm from shoulder to hand she soon sandwiched his hand in both of hers before curling on top of him.
Unable to speak or write their only communication was through action. Pulling her to his side made her smile before she moved back on him kissing him with a childish happiness despite her years. She hummed resting on him again before his thoughts drifted to a time after this difficult case. Mary just wanted to be close to him while he sighed in content in the moment. He hoped the next time they would be bound by a pair of metal bands in the top drawer of his dresser. Binding them together has mister and missus.