Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 48: Rule Number One

About five minutes later they were home. When they got out of the car it had started raining, but that didn't phase either of them. They just linked their hands together and ran into the house and up the stairs into whatever room was nearest. Almost instantly the two soaking bodies were being meshed together, lips locked ferociously. So much so that they lost their balance and fell to the floor. This also didn't phase them. Astrid just straddled his hips, keeping their lips together. Jim bit down roughly on her bottom lip, not quite enough to draw blood, and Astrid laughed into his mouth.

"Mr Moriarty, how do you plan on getting me out of this dress?"

"I'll rip it if I have to." he said, his hands feeling her waist. Astrid shook her head.

"Rule number one; no more ripping my clothes." She stood up.

"Why not?" Jim moaned playing with the skirt of her dress.

"Coz I hate shopping trips with Seb." She grumbled, pulling him onto his feet, "he won't stop complaining."

"Fair enough." he tilted his head, "how the fuck do I get you out of this thing?"

"Figure it out."

He spun her around to face the other way, "there's no zip."

"It's a backless dress, Jim."

He sighed and pulled her back against him. He tilted his face into the crook of her neck and began creating hickeys on the surface of her skin. Astrid chuckled.

"This isn't getting the dress off, James."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there."

He lifted his hands up to her shoulders and ran two fingers underneath each sleeve. He rubbed them back and fourth before focussing his attention on her left arm and pulled the sleeve down. Just as teasingly, he did the same with the other, before Astrid grew impatient and spun around to reconnect their lips.

"You take too long."

Jim didn't make a vocal response. He just continued to undress the almost begging woman. Astrid tugged at his tie, loosening it and removing it from him. She frantically unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders, chucking it onto the floor. She stepped out of the dress that Jim had managed to get off of her and pulled Jim by the hand onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, placing kisses all over her skin as he made his way up to her mouth, kissing her again. He moved back to the crook of her neck as she fiddled with his remaining clothes and he continued to suck and bite at his loves skin. Just as soon as Astrid managed to get him out of his trousers, he pulled away.

"When do you wanna get married?" he asked, fully expecting the groan that came out of Astrid's mouth.

"Can you just shut up and get back down here please." She curled her hand around his neck, attempting to pull him back down, however, he kept himself where he was.

"You didn't answer my question?"

Astrid just let out a huff of annoyance before wrapping her legs around his waist and expertly spinning them around to sit on top of him. She began to slowly grind her hips back and fourth as Jim's head fell back into the pillow.

"So, whose gonna marry us?"

"A priest, I don't know." He groaned as the dominant side of him kicked in and he flipped them round so that he was back on top

"Are we going to have a proper wedding?"

"If that's what you want?" he lifted a hand to her hair, "and when do you wanna get married?"

"As soon as possible, my love"

"Next year?"

"More like next week?"

"If that's what you want?" he leant down and began to nibble at her ear.

"It is."

"Well then," he sighed, before speaking like the cliché, "what my queen wants, she gets."

Astrid raised an eyebrow, "oh you're definitely gonna regret saying that at some point."

He returned his gaze to her eyes, "is that a threat?"

"I don't know, are you threatened by it?" she smirked and he frowned, "wait until we're married."

"Won't be waiting very long." he mumbled and Astrid laughed, letting her hands slither back up to his hair.

She tugged his hair and smirked, "shut up and give me what I want."

(A/N She got what she wanted.)

(A/N this is the closest to smut you're getting!)