A/N: features OC and Bill Hazeldine from suburban shoot out, i recommend reading the earlier series to better understand this story :) R&R! enjoy xx
Their meeting was purely a coincidence, he was merely at the wrong place at the wrong time and she had no choice but to bring him along. The course of their relationship did not run smooth, he was attracted to her but despised how easily she could kill someone despite how 'evil' they were. Their relationship was purely sexual even if sometimes it felt like more. He had no illusions that she could want more with him since he knew of her yearning for someone who was higher than him in everything.
The man Blanca Valmont loves.
Even so he pretends that he hears concern in her voice every time he gets hurt or troubled, that when they fuck it is filled with passion and just not release, that when she allows him to kiss her, it is because they both love each other. She might have noticed and she might not have but he is thankful for this allowances.
"Hurry up, Corylus" she says and he smiles at the nickname and follows her, falling in step with her as they arrive in London for the completion of her task. His mind wanders back to the gay couple they passed by who was particularly sweet with each other and how it made him want to be able to be like that with Blanca too. But before he could further his thought he found himself being lead by the very woman he loves and yearns for as the two of them head to a small flat that would be their permanent residence for the time being.
"So, what do I call you now?" he asks as he watches her take off her clothes, months of sleeping and sleeping with her had lessen his naïveté.
"Maria" she says and proceeds to kiss him.
For all of Blanca's obliviousness regarding sexual jokes and entendres she was almost impossible to satisfy when it comes to sex and her admittance of size kink for him was something that still made him embarassed and horny, so they fuck and maybe they make love. It lasts until he could no longer and even then Blanca (Maria, his mind supplies) still isn't satiated.
"sometimes, I think you only keep me for the sex" his addled mind says outloud and for a brief moment, when Blanca's eyes look at he felt guilt, it was strange because he shouldn't and yet it seems that their whole meeting had skewed him completely.
"and company too" she says in a light manner, a jest, the kiss though was completely welcome even if it did confuse him.
"sleep, Bill" she says and he does. Never one to deny her, not that he could.
The thing with death is that once you died, fake or otherwise, was that you cease to exist, the niches you have on the people you cared for either corrode or filled by someone else. And Blanca/Maria/Yuki/Ana or whatever name she decided too, accepted that whole heartedly, she was dead to those who knew her intimately and otherwise. She was happy though, John and Sherlock had found their way back to each other, Irene Adler was happy with her spouse, James Moriarty was dead (she ensured it) and Jim had Sebastian. So really there was no need for her to continue being dead.
She already finished her side project but she knew there was no longer a place for Blanca Valmont, everyone moved on and her niche filled by someone else. So she'll continue hiding in the shadows, dancing near the orbit of her former life but never getting close enough to be pulled in by its gravity. She now had Bill Hazeldine, moderately useful and knew how to keep her entertained by sexual and non-sexual means.
He was naïve the first time they met accidentally, a misguided thought that she killed a man out of self-defense, she enjoyed how he seemed to believe in the good of everyone, how uncomfortable he was when a particularly annoying and stupid girl was set on seducing him but most of all she enjoyed his bouts of expressing beliefs to a cynic and misanthropist like her. It all ended though when she came into confrontation with the neighborhood mafia, hardly had bigger contacts but troublesome to her goal. He paled upon seeing his own mother kill someone, her mother in turn paled upon seeing her image ruined in front of the child she desperately tried to protect.
Once more a misguided thought, that she was some sort of justice, it was only later did he realize this though, too late because he was in too deep. Her pragmatism versus his almost altruism. They were a good pair, people trusted him for his naïvete which was stupid considering who he was traveling with. There were times when she strayed from her goal but Bill never failed to pull her back to the path.
"sometimes, I think you only keep me for the sex"
This knocks her out of her morbid thoughts and for once is forced to look, to througly look at the now man who she just slept with multiple times since leaving his neighborhood.
It was not entirely true and she almost admitted it, 'but it wouldn't do' she thought and just told him to sleep.
"it wouldn't really do" she admits vocally in the silence of their shared flat, in their bed, "until John's happiness is ensured..."
It was probably perverse and twisted of her, to relish his drying semen inside her and on the rest of her body, but Bill was asleep and what he didn't know would not hurt him...sometimes.