Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 70: Magnificent

The perfect pair woke up early the next morning at about seven o'clock. Jim woke feeling a hand tracing up and down the back of his neck and he tilted his head back into her fingers. He lifted his hand to the back of his head and took her hand in his. he then turned around to face her, holding her hand over his chest.

"Morning," she smiled, fisting her hand against his skin. He smiled and tightened his grasp on her balled up hand.

"Morning," he smiled. His voice was deep and croaky, like it usually was in the morning. Even after ten years, it still sent chills down Astrid's spine; his Irish accent at its strongest, "what?"

Astrid didn't realise that her head had oscillated to the left slightly and she had a large grin plastered onto her face.

"I like your voice in the morning, it's so..." she trailed off, "sexy."

"A good nights rest is all it is, love," he smirked and Astrid frowned.

"I clearly didn't do a very good job last night then?"

"On the contrary," he said, poshly, "you were magnificent."

He kissed her hand before slowly sitting up and sitting off the edge of the bed. Astrid frowned and shuffled her body closer to his, craving his warm touch. She rested her chin on his shoulder and rapped her arms around his torso. He sighed and turned his head to kiss Astrid's temple

"You were..." he kissed her lips as she turned her face to his, "majestic."

"Do you mean the sex bit or the murder bit?" She queried playfully, "'coz I'm getting mixed messages."

"The murdering was more than satisfactory," he smiled and stood up, leaving Astrid in the bed. He then sauntered, butt naked, into the nearby walk in wardrobe and emerged minutes later wearing a simple pair of black jeans with a grey top in is hand. he sat back down on the other side of the bed, preparing to put the top on, before it was snatched out of his hands by his wife who sat next to him and pulled his top over her head.

"You're ridiculous," he laughed, shaking his head. Astrid smiled and stood up to fetch him another top and herself a pair of joggers. Once they were dressed, she gave him a small frown.

"Why are we getting up? Usually we spend the first hours of the morning either talking, smoking or fucking."

Jim grinned and walked towards the door, "come with me."

Minutes later, the couple were sat on the roof of their rather large home, looking out at the view of London. It was beautiful. they were sat on something of a sunbed, so, essentially a mattress on the roof- looking out over the monstrous city.

"What did you like better, Manchester or London?"

Astrid didn't really have to think about the answer, "London, of course. There's more to do."

Jim smirked down at her, "you bet there is." He looked out at the city, "this whole fucking place is ours."

Astrid laughed and fell backwards, looking at the morning stars as they were taken over by the daylight. Jim lay down next to her and took her hand in his again. He turned his face to hers.

"I'm never gonna leave you again."

Astrid smiled and sighed, "you've been saying that almost every morning for the past five years, I believe you."

"I know, I'm still going to say it anyway."

Astrid nodded her head as Jim looked back at the sky. He grinned lightly as Astrid moved to sit on top of him and lie down with her head resting on his chest.