Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 60: Eager

Astrid sat at the kitchen counter, sipping on a cup of tea whilst reading a book. The meeting had been going on for an hour at this point, so she had resorted to different ways to entertain herself. Her current way to entertain herself was in the form of Agatha Christie. She was half way in to her book when she heard the door to the study open.

She looked out of the kitchen at the crowd of men leaving the house, before watching her husband come into the kitchen to give her company. He sat down next to her, looking at the book in her hand.

"Watcha reading?" He asked, pushing his hair back.

"Agatha Christie."

"How is it?"

"Obvious," she sighed, placing down the book, "they all did it... how was the meeting?"

"Fine," Jim nodded, "they've all said yes to next month, obviously."

"We can start 2022 with a bang."

"Well, we literally will," Jim chuckled, "we've got one of Ciarans little bombs at Pentonville prison, the bank of England and the Tower of London. At the bridge though, it's easier to access. Makes it look like a bad replica of the places I broke into all those years ago."

Astrid grinned, "and we're back to making trouble."

"You should go down to Baker Street and introduce Grace to Watson's daughter."

Astrid chuckled, "I'll take her down before New Year. Just to say hi."

"Talk about trouble," Jim smirked, leaning in for a kiss. Astrid met him in the middle for a quick peck before giggling and jumping out of her seat, to stand in the doorway facing him.

Jim groaned and stood up, "ugh, I wish I still had power over you," he growled, "then we wouldn't have any of this constant teasing you keep giving me."

"Oh, I bet you're enjoying yourself really." She moved up to him and smiled in his face.

"After you kissed me in front of my business partners?"

"Our business partners," she corrected.

"You weren't even in the meeting."

"I was tired," she pouted, "and the way those men all look at me," she pouted even more, getting right up in his face, "they made me upset, and they clearly don't like me."

"Well, I'll be sure to mention it to them some time."

"Yes that would be nice, tell them to stop making trouble where it's not necessary."

"Trouble?" he chucked as Astrid pressed her lips to his once again, "they cause trouble?"

"Ah," she hummed against his lips, "how much trouble am I in."

"Depends what you do next."

Astrid then pondered what to do next. When it came to her, she grinned and pecked him on the lips, before running out of the kitchen, and straight up the stairs. Jim sighed and shook his head.

"Un-fucking-believable." He then made his way upstairs to the empty landing. He stood in the hall and called out into nothingness, "I've just been in an extremely important; tiring; mutually beneficial; dreadfully boring meeting and now you wanna play hide and seek?"

"Have I disappointed you?" came an eerie voice from the room opposite. Jim began to walk towards it.

"You could say that," he said shrugging his shoulders, entering the room, "I would have hoped that you would be a little more... eager."

"Well, who says I'm not?"

"You, apparently."

He stood in the middle of the bedroom he had entered, not knowing where to go.

"Are you sure about that?"

He turned around to face the voice, and found Astrid stood in front of him, wearing nothing but one of his large Westwood jackets. She smirked at his grin and walked up to him, pressing a delicate hand to his shirt.

"What do you prefer?" she smiled, "the jackets or the shirts?"

He considered.

"I prefer neither."

He then smashed his lips to hers, taking her by surprised with his force. She made a surprised moan as she stumbled backwards, moving her hands to his head for support. After finding her balance, she began to frantically unbutton his shirt before he pulled away and moved his lips down to her neck, making temporarily permanent marks on her skin. She moved her hands to his trousers, beginning to unbuckle them. Jim pulled away, raising a finger.

"Uh, uh, how witty," he smirked, "what makes you think I'm interested?"

Astrid sighed then smiled to herself.

"Fine, if you're not interested," she lifted a hand to the button of the jacket she was wearing and undid it, before casually turning towards the en suite, "I'm having a bath," she faced away from him and took off the jacket, letting it fall off her shoulders onto the floor, "toodle pip."

Before she could get anywhere near the en suite, however, Jim wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, and then straight onto the bed. He looked down on her naked body and she giggled lightly.

"I'm feeling a little exposed here, love." As Jim considered what to do next, Astrid crawled up towards him, sitting up on her knees, "do you not know what to do with me?"

"I know exactly what to do with you," he grinned down at her, before nipping at her ear.

"You do, do you?" she tilted her head, then smirked, "oh you do."

(A/N he did.)