I hope this passes muster. x3 It is my first time doing Jim/Molly, as well as genderswapped.
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He tugged the sheet back oh-so-carefully with steady hands, and studied the body laying on the table as closely as he could. It was her, except that it wasn't. This body was entirely unfamiliar to him; he'd never touched it before, never mapped out it's planes, or discovered all of it's secret places. Those hands had never touched him in return, never raked it's nails down his back, or tied him to the bed to tease, and touch, and play. No, it might look like her, and it was a very, very good fake. He sighed, eyes closed in something that felt very much like relief, and pulled the sheet back up over the body. There probably should have been some kind of feelings of remorse for another innocent lost, but maybe he was too far gone for that. Or too selfish.
"Hi honey, I'm home," he heard, the words are a low purr, and he couldn't quite stop the grin that slipped onto his face as he turned towards the door of the morgue.
"Jimmi! Oh, I knew that wasn't you, but--" he cut himself off as she stalked forwards, brushing up against him in her usual deliberately provocative manner, stopping only once she had reached out to pull him in for a kiss. It was everything they were together; desperate, and fierce, and all kinds of possessive. He loved every minute of it because it meant she was still there, still his.
"Surely you didn't think I'd be leaving without you, dear?" She asked, amusement in the arch of an eyebrow as she tangled one hand in the lapel of his lab coat, and leaned back against him.
"I--Uhm, well. I just. I know you're quite...Busy," he stammered out, wincing a little at the way it sounded but really. She was the most dangerous criminal alive; what use did she have for little old him? He was nobody; just someone used to working with dead bodies, and an occasional warm body to have a little fun with in bed.
Jimmi laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder to look up at him. "Now love. What good is having the world if I don't have my King at my side, hm?" She reached up, and ran a hand down his cheek in what passed as affection for her.
He swallowed thickly, and nodded, not trusting his voice.
She looked satisfied. "Excellent. Come along then, love. We've a city to take, and I should dearly love to burn it down for you," she purred, tugging him along, and twining around him like a cat as her excitement practically radiated off of her.
It was a heady thing, having someone who was willing to burn the world just for you. He smiled, and tugged her closer as they walked. "I should dearly love to watch you do it," he told her, delighted because watching her in her element was almost the best part. There was also the aftermath, and that was always fun.
-- AGAIN. NO ACTUAL IDEA WHAT I AM DOING. I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY.
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He tugged the sheet back oh-so-carefully with steady hands, and studied the body laying on the table as closely as he could. It was her, except that it wasn't. This body was entirely unfamiliar to him; he'd never touched it before, never mapped out it's planes, or discovered all of it's secret places. Those hands had never touched him in return, never raked it's nails down his back, or tied him to the bed to tease, and touch, and play. No, it might look like her, and it was a very, very good fake. He sighed, eyes closed in something that felt very much like relief, and pulled the sheet back up over the body. There probably should have been some kind of feelings of remorse for another innocent lost, but maybe he was too far gone for that. Or too selfish.
"Hi honey, I'm home," he heard, the words are a low purr, and he couldn't quite stop the grin that slipped onto his face as he turned towards the door of the morgue.
"Jimmi! Oh, I knew that wasn't you, but--" he cut himself off as she stalked forwards, brushing up against him in her usual deliberately provocative manner, stopping only once she had reached out to pull him in for a kiss. It was everything they were together; desperate, and fierce, and all kinds of possessive. He loved every minute of it because it meant she was still there, still his.
"Surely you didn't think I'd be leaving without you, dear?" She asked, amusement in the arch of an eyebrow as she tangled one hand in the lapel of his lab coat, and leaned back against him.
"I--Uhm, well. I just. I know you're quite...Busy," he stammered out, wincing a little at the way it sounded but really. She was the most dangerous criminal alive; what use did she have for little old him? He was nobody; just someone used to working with dead bodies, and an occasional warm body to have a little fun with in bed.
Jimmi laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder to look up at him. "Now love. What good is having the world if I don't have my King at my side, hm?" She reached up, and ran a hand down his cheek in what passed as affection for her.
He swallowed thickly, and nodded, not trusting his voice.
She looked satisfied. "Excellent. Come along then, love. We've a city to take, and I should dearly love to burn it down for you," she purred, tugging him along, and twining around him like a cat as her excitement practically radiated off of her.
It was a heady thing, having someone who was willing to burn the world just for you. He smiled, and tugged her closer as they walked. "I should dearly love to watch you do it," he told her, delighted because watching her in her element was almost the best part. There was also the aftermath, and that was always fun.
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AGAIN. NO ACTUAL IDEA WHAT I AM DOING. I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY.