Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 45: Familiar

(A/N I'm aware how ironic it is that it's Cillian Murphy in the gif, but oh well! It's Peaky blinders, so I'll let them off! Also I'm aware this story is much longer than the first one, but all I'm gonna say is that It's gonna be pure fluff and shit like that. I can't write smut so I ain't doin' any of that shite. I tried it once and I couldn't bare it, so all you're getting is my well timed euphemisms!)

Astrid's black backless dress fell around her feet onto the floor. She slipped her hands through the sleeves, straightening them, then stepped into a pair of strap on heels. She let her hair fall naturally down her back.

Her outfit was evil. It made her feel like the Queen of the Underworld, which, of course, is what she was. She looked at the mirror on the wall and smiled, letting her hands roam up and down her figure. She briefly pressed them to her stomach before smiling once more turning to the door.

Her father was right; she had missed this.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Shortly after the door opened and Jim walked in, wearing his signature black Westwood suit. He stood in front of Astrid, taking in her beautiful form. He didn't realise that his mouth had fallen open onto a shocked 'o'. Astrid just chuckled and approached him. She lifted up two fingers and shut his mouth before pecking it with a kiss.

There was a dressing table with a mirror next to it and Astrid bent over to touch up her make up before they left. As she leaned over she felt Jim move behind her. She felt his roaming hands around her waist, trying to feel every inch of her skin. He even moved his hands under the fabric off her dress. Astrid laughed and turned around in Jim's arms.

"Jim, dear, I've just spent about an hour getting into this thing, I'm not letting you fuck it up."

"What about later?" He suggested with a playful smile. Astrid pecked his lips.

"If you behave." She pecked his lips once more and moved her right hand up to the lapel of his jacked. Her finger slowly made its way down the front of him, to stop at the button of his trousers. She dug her nail into the button hole and Jim groaned and rolled his eyes. Astrid just smirked, "come on, let's not be late for your first day back."

She dropped her hand to her side and walked past him and out the door. He followed her out and down the same stairs that she had descended all those years before for their first gala. She looked beautiful then, and she looked beautiful now.

Jim watched her skip down the steps over to where Seb was stood, wearing a black tux, looking at her fondly. She ran over to him and embraced him, whispering something into his ear as Jim made his way to the bottom step. She turned around playfully and Jim held out his hand for her. She smiled and took it. He guided them out of the house, Seb in toe, out into a car waiting. They sat in the back, with Seb at the wheel and set off.

"Feels familiar, doesn't it?" Astrid smiled, leaning forward on her knees. Seb chuckle.

"Am I allowed to talk though?" He asked, "usually we were supposed to keep quiet around you, Jim."

"Didn't stop you, did it?" Jim sighed and Seb chuckled.

"Not since Astrid arrived." Seb grinned, "you've changed my life, Astrid."

"Yeah, you and me both Seb." Jim chuckled, scratching his eyebrow, looking at Astrid closely. She frowned.

"You're not complaining are you."

"Absolutely not."

He chuckled half heartedly and Astrid laced their fingers together and sat back, her head resting on his shoulder. She smiled up at him as he fiddled with her fingers. He looked down at her  and she lifted her head up, to kiss his lips briefly. Seb just chuckled quietly and looked ahead. Jim opened his mouth to say something defensive, but Astrid just raised a finger to his lips and shook her head.

"Let him laugh." She whispered in his ear, her lips touching the helix of his ear. She put her head back on his shoulder as the three of them drove off into the night.