(this is pre-Sherlock and Irene)

Relationship: Friends with Benefits

Ship name:
Moriadler

Ringtone:

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This was tricky to talk himself out of with Erica...he still thinks it was worth the beating.

Nicknames:
Minx
Sexy
'Rene (while basking in the afterglow)
Miss Adler (usually said in a sultry purr)
Kitten
Pet (teasingly)
The Woman
Sweets
Darling
Dearie
Sugar
Hun
Sweetheart (jokingly)

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Favourite thing about them:
She's so cunningly clever. Not quite on his level, but very clearly not an idiot—like most people.

Least favourite thing about them:
She likes to act like she's smarter than him. Though, he always enjoys knocking her down a peg when she does.

Fondest memory:
After he broke up with Erica (the third time), she invited him to dinner. Curious, he accepted. He came over, as per her instructions, and found she'd actually cooked—and quite well, too. It was a friendly dinner (they mostly talked business), toasted to Erica being out of his life and it ended with a delicious dessert (both the mousse and the sex😉).

Most painful memory:
When he got back with Erica (the third time). They had, admittedly, gotten closer than he expected, but definitely not as anything akin to a couple. She was certainly pissed, slapped him and then ditched him for the next few weeks—not even a text message.

Fear:
One thing he's always known is to never underestimate someone. His fear of her is her intelligence, because he refuses to assume she couldn't find a way to pull the wool over his eyes. Unlikely, yes, but not impossible. When it comes to their relationship, he finds he's mostly worried that she will use it against him somehow.

Quote:
"We're not dating. We're jut friends who hang out, have fun watching Britain's elites crumble, occasionally cuddle, more than occasionally kiss and...what else? Oh, yeah—we fuck a lot. Hey, friends with benefits is a lot better than a relationship full of boredom."

Headcannons:
⚛️When they were first getting to know each other, she was his client. Jim never knew why, but she would constantly insist he was gay.⚛️
⚛️ "For fucks sake—I'm not gay!" "Prove it." —IE, how they slept together for the first time.⚛️
⚛️Irene knew about Erica when she started sleeping with Jim—she also knew she hated the bitch and didn't care.⚛️
⚛️Both were adamant on the entire thing having been "no strings attached."⚛️
⚛️Jim would never admit it, but Irene is why he has more than a little affinity for being dominated.⚛️
⚛️She relentlessly teases him about enjoying being a sub.⚛️

Drabbles:
[Not Gay]

"So, what's his name?" Jim lifted his head, eyebrow arched, lips pursed. Irene was smirking, as always after one of her little quips on Jim's sexuality.
"For fuck's sake—I'm not Gay!" He responded, more than a little irritated that they had to go over this once again. She snickered, sauntering closer.
"Prove it." She challenged, smirking triumphantly. In a matter of seconds, he had her pressed against a wall, hands pinning her wrists beside her head. He relished the look of genuine surprise on her face, licking his lips as he looked her over.
"Gladly."

[Erica]

"What do you see in her?" The Question came out of nowhere, especially considering that he was only half dressed and she was currently wearing his shirt.
"I mean, she's pretty, but nowhere near gorgeous—"
"She's my fiancée." He said seriously, warning her that it might not be best to continue down this path.
"She beats you." He rolled his eyes. A few slaps didn't constitute as a beating—his father gave beatings. This was nowhere close to that.
"She loves me." He retaliated, clearly not in the mood for any of these conversations. First Jane, now Irene? Did he get any peace? They loved each other—wasn't that enough?
"No, she doesn't."

[Domination]

"So, she's out of the picture?" He could feel her nails dragging along the fresh cuts she'd made. He wasn't quite up for this conversation, having his pride destroyed twice in one day tended to do that to a person.
"Packed her bags and didn't say goodbye." He mumbled, unconsciously leaning into the touch. Irene nodded, running her teeth across his neck. As if the cuts and bruises painting his back weren't enough, his body leaned into the touch. Maybe he just craved the abuse?
"You enjoyed that." It wasn't a question, she'd seen it. He'd became putty in her hands without even a fight.
"And you apparently have a death wish. If anyone ever hears about this again, I'll end you. That's a promise."
"I'll hold you to it, James."

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