Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 69: What Would Vivienne Westwood Do

(A/N before we begin can we just address how creepy Andrew looks here!!! It's literally just the baftas yet he looks like he wants to murder whoever's on stage. Andrew's little transitions into Moriarty in interviews etc are giving me life!

Also I wrote this after watching Lady Gaga in American Horror Story, so that's why it becomes so graphic all of a sudden!

One last thing, I wanna just quickly explain that publishing chapters has slowed because I've not got much more to publish but still have a few more chapters to write. Thing might get slower but I will be done in the next couple months (I hope) so thanks for baring with me xx)

As the knife penetrated Ciaran Rosetta's skin, Astrid gave out a wide, mad, toothy smile. The force of her jab was enough to make Ciaran's deep red blood squirt out of his wound and splatter onto her face and down onto her clothes. After watching the life rapidly fly out of his eyes, Astrid stood up and discarded the knife onto the floor. She quickly swizzled around to face Jim, with an excited smile plastered on her face. Jim was in utter awe. His shocked expression slowly morphed into a dark smirk and Astrid grinned up into his face.

Jim's right hand latch itself around Astrid's neck whilst the other moved to cup her face and wipe some of the blood from her cheek. He examined the blood, and then looked over her shoulder at the dead body, tutting slowly, before returning his gaze back to Astrid. He gave a slight jolt of his neck, as if reviewing the events in his head.

"Well, that wasn't hot or anything."

His bloodied hand moved to her lower back and he pulled her into his chest to devour her lips with his. He felt every inch of her mouth with his tongue and, in tern, she his with hers. Sanitary clearly bothered neither of them. The blood that had wiped from Ciaran's clothes to Astrid during their intimate moment, was now being distributed onto Jim's crisp white shirt.

"Were not doing this down here, Jim," Astrid panted mid snog.

Jim pulled away from her, "where do you suggest we go instead?"

"Anywhere," she sighed, and then pulled him up the stairs.

When they got to the top, Jim called for Seb, before snogging her once more. The tiger appeared from the kitchen as the couple were mingled together. He rolled his eyes and leant on the doorframe, waiting for his orders.

"Ah, Sebastian," Jim acknowledged him after breaking his lips apart from his wife's. His arms were still around her waist, and she began to bite his ear playfully, giggling as he gave the tiger his orders, "go and deal with that mess, Sebby, and don't disturb us."

He sighed and pushed himself off the wall, "wasn't planning on it."

Jim chose to ignore Seb's sarcastic comment, by claiming his wife's lips once again, and waltzing them towards the stairs. They then, acting like five year olds, raced each other up the stairs, and when Jim got to the top step moments before Astrid, he was ready to push her into the room nearest, which just so happened to be a bathroom.

"Fancy a shower, love?" he mumbled against her lips, beginning to unbutton his shirt. When he held it up, Astrid realised just how much blood they were covered in. Jim sighed and shook his head, "what would Vivienne Westwood say?"

"Oh, she wouldn't get a chance to say anything."

"Oh, you are pure evil. Do you have any idea how turned on I was back there?" He remarked with a cocky grin.

Astrid shrugged, "why don't you show me"

Moriarty grinned, "do you think he was turned on too? With you sat over him like that?"

"You're not jealous, are you?"

"Oh, of course not," he smiled, licking his lips hungrily as Astrid began to strip, "I know who your allegiance is to."

She finished stripping and stood before him with a playful smirk, "and I know who your allegiance is to, don't I... James."

"Are you teasing me Mrs Moriarty?"

"Yes." She said, flatly, "yes I am, James

"You know I don't like being called that," he growled, letting his hands fall down to her waste, he pulled her closer to him and she continued to de-clothe the consulting criminal

"I know," Astrid pouted sarcastically, tilting her head and giving him puppy eyes, "but you can make an exception for little old me, can't you?"

Jim smirked as Astrid finished unclothing him and leaned backwards to turn the shower on, she turning back around, only to be pushed under the cool water by her husband. He towered over her, pressing her back against the chilly shower wall. He shook his head slowly as Astrid raised her left hand to the back of his neck.

"How the bloody hell did we get here, huh?"

Astrid chuckled and lightly scratched the back of his head, he took the hand from behind his head and brought her fingers up to his lips to let them linger around his mouth. He pressed a sweet kiss to their tips before fiddling with the wedding ring slightly, sighing in disbelief.

"Huh?" He repeated as Astrid touched his face and kissed his lips, before tilting her head sideways.

"As I remember correctly, I was stalked by your sniper, recruited by you, then kissed and seduced in a damp pool corridor," she laughed, "how romantic?"

"I don't remember seducing you.." he frowned as Astrid bit her lip.

"Oh, must have been the other way round."

"Maybe it was a bit of both?"

Astrid nodded and grimaced, "yeah, maybe."

He traced his tongue over his teeth and under his lips, smirking his smirk, "at lease you didn't end up on the side of the angels."

"Thank God I didn't, it would have been so," she leaned forward, "boring."

She said this with a high pitched mocking voice, causing Jim to chuckle and capture her lips in his.

"Oh, how I love you."

"Oh, how I know you do," she smiled against his lips, breathing into his mouth, "now, are you going to show me how much you love me, or am I going to have to seduce you?"

"Already done,"

He roughly smashed his lips against hers, spinning them around to push her against the opposite wall. Their lips moved perfectly in sync, with the woman's hands all in his hair, fucking up whatever neat formation it had been sculpted into, whilst Jim's hands pulled out the pin that was holding up her hair and let it fall down her shoulders. His hands then moved to her back, pulling her body closer to his, to then hoist her up onto his hips. She laughed into his mouth as they tried not to slip.

"Happy new year, Mr Moriarty."

"Happy new year, my love."

(A/N okay, I don't really know where the past two chapters were going, but I have to say I'm quite happy with them.)