Beep beep beep beep. Martin slammed his hand down on his alarm clock to shut it up. He was so tired but he needed to get up... Oh. He tried to sit up, but couldn't, due to a warm and very naked female body wrapped around his. He frowned; he didn't have a girlfriend and wasn't in the habit of having one night stands, so what was going on? He paused for a moment before remembering last night; Irene.
Martin frowned – how was he meant to get up with Irene attached to him? How do people normally deal with this situation? He thought for a moment before tapping her gently on the arm. She didn't respond, and when he tapped her again she just snuggled closer.
"Irene." Nothing. "Irene." A little louder this time; still nothing. Martin coughed awkwardly and began to peel her off him. That woke her up.
Irene frowned and sat up. Martin clearly wanted to get up, but from his expression he was already distracted from that aim.
"Morning darling." She purred.
"Urm, morning Irene. I, urm, need to, urm, get to work." Every 'urm' betrayed how distracted Martin was by her body, making Irene smile. She leant forward to kiss him before pulling away and sitting back to let him get out of bed. He stared at her briefly before getting up, wrapping his dressing gown around him, and awkwardly escaping the room.
Irene stretched before standing up and examining Martin's uniform. She knew he was the unpaid captain of MJN Air, in fact, she knew almost everything about him; she'd investigated (technically stalked) him for two weeks before planning the visit.
Irene picked up his cap and tried it on, while considering how she'd ended up in this position.
She'd stayed away long enough for it to now be safe for her to use her real name (instead of a fake identity)., which made her feel more comfortable than she had in a while.
She was over Sherlock; she'd been attracted to his appearance and his brain. He was dead now (she'd felt a twinge of pity when she'd thought of John), but when she'd caught a glimpse of his look-a-like in the airport, her curiosity had been piqued. After following him for a week, she was satisfied that he was worth meeting and had planned to meet him.
Irene smiled; she was glad she'd decided to meet Martin.
Martin came back into the room, his hair dripping down his neck, and stopped short when he saw Irene, completely naked, admiring how she looked when wearing his hat. He was never going to see the hat in the same way again.
Without saying anything, Irene smile, turned, handed him his cap, took his dressing gown from him, wrapped it around herself and left the room.
Martin sighed happily and quickly dressed. Something interesting was finally happening in his life and he was determined to enjoy it enough to create happy memories for when his life returned to mundane.