I was going to hold out for awhile, so you could experience life without everyone's favorite high-functioning psychopath, but people have been complaining about 'tear stained pillows' and how it's 'all my fault' I mean, you're the one who broke up with him... It was just because I wrote it. :P So, time to forgive darling Jimmy. Your outfit is above, as well as James'. XD

-3rd Person POV-
A pounding headache, and waking up in your underwear next to a green-haired nut-ball, named Jackson. Your friend... Not the worst hangover you've had. You stumbled out of bed, grabbing the first piece of clothing you saw; Jackson's white button-up, and pulled it around your frame. Downing an aspirin and a glass of water, you turned on the lights. You replayed yesterday in your head. You could care less about the cheating, it was for work, even Miya and Sebastian confirmed that, but it was the night before that hurt. Somehow, you wanted him to love you, but it hurt at the same time. If he didn't love you, he couldn't love anyone else, either. If he loved you... Then he could fall for someone else. It made little sense, but somehow, it made perfect sense. You left an aspirin for your wacko buddy, and a glass of water right next to it. He fit his handle well, and seeing him sleep was kind of odd. Your first thought was that he looked so peaceful, but at the same time, he looked maniacal. It was weird. You shrugged it off.
A series of hurried, desperate, pleading knocks, banged on your door to the point where you thought they'd knock it down. This woke Jackson up, and he immediately clutched his head. You laughed, pulled the shirt tighter around you, and went to answer the door. You immediately froze at the sight of James. His hair was a fluffy mess from running his fingers through it way too many times, and his suit looked like he had been sleeping sitting-up, but the bags under his eyes revealed he hadn't slept at all. He quickly eyed your 'ensemble' and you realized what this must look like. He seemed to drop into a daze, of both pain and guilt. This is what you had felt when you found him with that random woman months ago, how you felt when you saw him with Jewel. Of course, it was made worse when Jackson walked into view in his underwear, still looking, as James put it, 'perfect as ever'. It sent a black fire into the pit of his soul, and he wanted to kill Jackson right then and there. But he gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes, focusing on his task at hand. You looked over your shoulder, then immediately turned back to James, embarrassment filling your features.
"This isn't what it looks like." You immediately defended. James tried to hide the pain in his eyes.
"No, it's alright..." His voice was hoarse, and frail, like he'd been shouting at the top of his lungs for hours upon hours. It struck pain into your heart.
"Y/n, who is it?" Jackson whined, and you shook your head, slightly annoyed.
"Um, James, meet a hungover Jackson, Jackson meet James Moriarty..." You introduced the two, and James gave a timid head nod in Jackson's direction, and Jackson returned it with a glare.
"You mean the douche that cheated on you?" Jackson's voice was sharp, and what he had done hit James hard, but he just stared.
"Jackson!" You bit, but James spoke up the same time you did, with a, "Yes. That'd be me." You looked to James, pain in your eyes. He felt terrible, it was what he had to do, but it still hurt him. At least, that's what you thought was eating at him.
"Jackson... I think you should go. I'll give you your shirt back." You moved out of the way so James could step in, and let the shirt slide from your body, and handed it to Jackson. He looked away from your bare body, and got dressed quickly. Soon you both looked presentable, and Jackson gave you a quick hug goodbye.
"If you need me, just scream, alright?" He promised, sending a glare towards James. You chuckled at how similar to James he truly was, and nodded in confirmation. You made your way to the 'kitchen', and pulled out a few fruits, holding out an apple for James.
"Breakfast?" He nodded a thank you, and gladly took the apple, being sure to 'accidentally' bush his fingers against your palm as he did, the same sparks forced their way through your veins, and you mentally cursed both him and yourself. Him for being, well, him. But you, you cursed yourself for everything. For letting yourself fall so hard, for giving up your heart so willingly, but also for breaking things off in the first place. Fear had driven it then, and that's all it had been.
"So, you obviously didn't come all this way for an apple and awkward silence, what d'you want?" He seemed to consider his words carefully.
"What I want..." He took a deep breath, and you cut in.
"Oh, what? You want me back, all to be forgiven? Yada, yada, yada?" You wanted to say yes so, so badly.
"No! That's not it at all! W-Well, I mean, I do, but that isn't why I'm here! You see, I-I started going over what you said, and one thing just... Hurt." A deep crease placed itself between your brows, and you couldn't think of what could hurt him so bad. You hadn't insulted him, so what could he be so sore about?
"I didn't say anything that shou-" He took a deep breath, and cut you off.
"You said you didn't want to be manipulated anymore." The words burned him like a match to his skin, and he had to concentrate to hold his tears back.
"W-Well, yeah..." For a moment he seemed to calm at your hesitation to admit the words. He thought maybe you were just mad, and didn't mean them, so he let his eyes flutter close in relief for a moment. You tried to find words to explain that rash sentence. It was true. You had started to feel like maybe this was all some game to him, everything had been timed so perfectly terribly, that it was hard not to think he was doing it on purpose.
"So? I think it's a just thing to say." His eyes shot open, the previous wave of small comfort gone. Anger boiled inside him, not towards you, but himself. The feeling of wishing you'd just scream and yell at him, wishing you had slept with someone else, or anything along those lines. He wanted the pain he deserved so much for making you think that.
"Don't you ever think that." He muttered absent minded to himself. You took a cautious step towards him, feeling like you were approaching a bomb, ready to go off at any second.
"What?" He looked up at you, feeling that same feeling as he stepped right in front of you.
"Don't you ever think that." He said a bit louder, loud enough for you to hear at least, and the confusion was evident on your face.
"Hate me, curse me, anything. Just never think that." He said the word as if he was saying 'he who shall not be named' in place of it, and your heart began to speed as he pulled your hand in his, clasping his fingers tightly around it.
"I could never manipulate you." The way he said it sounded more like it was clear fact, and not just that he felt he couldn't, more like he physically can't.
"What do you mean?" He was staring down at your hand secured in his own, as if it was a child he was protecting from the dangers of this world.
"I mean that you can't manipulate someone you feel sentiment towards. It's impossible. It's impossible for me to manipulate you, because of how I care for you, feel for you. It hurt me when you said that. Not because it was an insult to me, but because it was an insult to yourself. Even if I wanted to, I could never." Tears stung your eyes, and you pulled your other hand on top of the two that was holding the first. He was ready for the pain of you saying how right he was. How he never deserved you, and how much more it'd hurt; because you were right. He truly, honestly, didn't deserve you, in his mind.
"James, I'm sorry. I wasn't mad about Jewel, it was so much more than that. I was mad because of something that happened when you were drunk, and I shouldn't have blamed you for it." He was confused. How could you put yourself at fault? No, you should blame him!
"That's not true. I deserve the blame, I deserve every angry feeling you can ever throw at me." He was desperate. You forgiving him is what he wanted, but to him, it also showed how willing you still were to throw yourself away, and he hated that.
"James, that night you said you were in love with me!" You fought as he tried to prove his point, and his head shot up. He wanted to say how he hadn't been lying, and how much he loved you, but he never even got the chance.
"But to me that hurt. Because to me, if you did love me, that woman from all those months ago had actually captured your attention. All those moments with Jewel were moments you could fall for her. If you didn't love me, then I didn't have to worry about it, I didn't have to feel so boring and heartbroken about it. So when you said that, it broke me. You can't love me." He started connecting the dots. You weren't mad because it was a 'lie'. You were upset because if it was the truth, you only had yourself to blame for his unfaithfulness.
"I don't feel love." He whispered to you, and you let a relieved breath cascade from your lips. You could never know what you meant to him, but if it kept you sane, he didn't care. You looked up to him, finally, and offered a small smile. He did the same in return. What came next, you couldn't stop. You pulled him down to your level, massaging the smooth roughness of his lips with yours. It didn't take long for James to follow suit, his hands pulling you in by your hips, his lips desperately grabbing for yours as they move. It was clear he wasn't expecting it, but didn't want it to ever end. That if it ended, this daydream would, too. When you finally did pull away, he stared at you as if you were the sun. It was blinding, but for some reason he couldn't care less.
"Well, I think today needs to be a 'you' day. So for all of today, we're going to do whatever you want to do, got it?" He tried pulling it off as some light hearted joke, but the serious strain in his voice kept the shadowed feeling.
"That sounds amazing, but first, I think we could both use some rest." The soft musical laughter from both of you danced together in unison. He nodded lightly, and smirked.
"Well, I hope you don't mind, but it'd seem I forgot to get a room." He placed his forehead against yours, and despite the lovingness of it, it was sexy as hell.
"Oh, I wasn't planning on letting you leave anyways." You flirted back. You both smiled, and gave each other a quick peck. You removed his jacket and his tie. Not in a particularly sexual way, but more of, 'I know you'll fall asleep in that if I don't take it off you.
"I can undress myself, you know." You pretended to consider his words as you unbuttoned his shirt.
"But you're too tired to currently do so. Plus, you want me to, don't deny it." You made sure to stare up at him as you said it, his eyes never left you, even when you did accidentally tear your gaze away. Once undressed in anything more than a pair of boxers, you set his suit out on the small sofa, for later. He climbed into bed, and he was asleep before he his head hit the pillow. You crawled in next to him, careful not to disturb, but the moment you laid down, he cuddled you into his chest. It was like he was built to do so, like a magnet. You fell asleep, happy with your psychotic boyfriend. When you finally woke up, James was looking a lot better, and looked so small, so innocent in his peaceful slumber. You checked the clock, and it flashed 11:45 at you. A few hours you both had been out... You shook James lightly, and he just tightened his grip around you, protectively.
"James? C'mon, you said today was my day!" You laughed gently, not wanting to startle him. He forced his eyes open,
Thankful that it hadn't been a dream.
"So, Kitten, what do you want to do today?" You smiled at the old nickname, glad to feel the overwhelming warmth of his pale skin against yours as he held you close.
"I just want to walk around. Maybe we can get something to eat?" You said it in an almost questioning manner, and James smiled, still a little tired, but awake enough for you.
"We'll do anything you want, Dear." He managed to pull himself up to a sitting position, and he was about to swing his legs to the side of the bed when you sat up behind him, brushing lightly over his back. There were some parts that were still red from your fingernails, you'd say they were from Jewel, but the stage of healing was too far along. There were no newer scratches from Jewel, and that somewhat pleased you. He wallowed in your touch, in the perfect feeling of feather fingertips drawing maps onto his bare skin. God he missed you. You weaved your arms around his neck like a gentle caress, and leaned into his ear.
"Anything?" You whispered, voice so faint he barely heard it over the sound of his heart's wings flapping it into oblivion. He turned his head to you, careful to lean in close enough for your lips to graze, but not kiss.
"Anything." He said nearly as softly.
"Can we go hold koalas?" You asked, your tone turning into that of a three year old, and he chuckled lightly before pecking your lips.
"I thought you'd never ask." He said in the same childish tone. You moved your arms to be around his chest, and nuzzled your face into his neck, pulling him back a bit as you did.
"Will you wear something that isn't a Westwood?" You asked as if asking a parent for a diamond necklace. He struggled for the words, he wanted you to be happy, but taking away his Westwood? What was this world coming to?
"Please?" You begged. He sighed softly.
"What do you suggest I wear? I only have one set of clothes here, the rest are with Moran, and all are Westwood." He wanted you to be happy, but he also didn't want to go out in public like that...
"I'll get you something." You asked chipper. He thought about it, and sighed.
"As you wish, but if I look ridiculous, this is never happening again, you hear me?" He threatened playfully as he kissed your hairline, laying his head atop yours. You giggled, and looked up at him.
"Oh, I hear you alright, but this will happen again, because you are going to look great!" You bit your lip for no reason in particular, but had a mischievous glint in your eye. Before he hadn't thought much of it, agreed willingly. Now he looked worried. You jumped out of bed, pulling him out with you.
"Get dressed, there's a store down the street!" You quickly examined yourself. Other than your hair you still looked good, but decided to change anyways. You found a crimson tank with ruffles on it, and a pair of black skinny jeans. You rummaged through your bag and found a beanie, plus a pair of equally as Crimson heel boots. You through the the outfit on, pulled your Fall out Boy guitar-pick necklace carefully around your neck, gingerly clipping it. Last time you nearly tore it in half it was so infuriating. You added a metal bracelet that was carved into the shape of a falcon, and some black rings. You looked pretty normal, but still stunning as ever. James finally finished getting his shirt and slacks smoothed out and on, and was pulling his jacket on and he turned to look at you. You did a model-turn, and motioned down your body.
"So, how do I look?" He looked you over, a small elusive smile pulling to the corners of his perfect lips.
"Gorgeous, as always." He sang lightly, even though he wanted to tell you how the sun was too dull to compare to you, how the stars didn't glisten enough to be able to be used to describe the sparkle in your eyes, or how the moon didn't do justice to mysterious aura that followed your beauty nearly as equally as it itself. Instead, he summed it up in a single word, and it still didn't feel like it did it. You grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the room, grabbing your black purse as you sped past it. You practically dragged him all the way to the elevator, and the sharp stop as you pressed the button sent him crashing into you. You managed to stay standing only because his arms immediately pulled around you, stopping your descent. You both laughed, and you pulled away from him, only to have him pull you back to his side. You leaned gently into him, and patiently waited for the elevator. It dinged and opened, and before either of you had time to react, it opened to reveal the man James knew as Calphy. He stared in shock at the man who had only 'banged' (as he put it) his wife not even two days ago. James tensed up a bit, trying to stifle laughter. He leaned into you a little closer.
"Meet Fred Calphy, Kitten." He whispered only loud enough for you to hear, and you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. Calphy wasn't a handsome man, but he wasn't ugly, per say. He was ordinary looking. His blonde hair was combed back, and his suit only showed how unfit he truly was. His eyes pierced into James, and James had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from his Cheshire Cat grin from spreading onto his face.
"Calphy! What a pleasure, as always. How's business?" He was starting to giggle, and he could barely contain his joy. You smacked his shoulder lightly, telling him to behave as a mother would to a misbehaving child.
"James." You hissed giggling like an idiot. James looked to the side temporarily, but still was unable to cease his unending laughter.
"Business is terrible, my life is terrible, and all because of JAMES MORIARTY!" He boomed in a less-than-sultry voice, and it was pretty hilarious.
"Sounds about right, so boss, anything you want to say?" You knew James would reply with a comment snarky enough to send all the walls of false calm Calphy was trying to put up, and that's why you wanted to see it.
"Yes, there is. Don't get on my bad side, cause honey, I'm king." He sent a smirk and a wink to you, to which you rolled your eyes and laughed at him.
"He's using you, just thought you should know. He's toying with you, that's it." He hissed to you, and James but the inside of his cheek, his eyes instantly darkening to a shade where you could no longer see his pupils, his irises were practically black as his hair. He was no longer laughing, no longer smiling, and no longer entertained. Calphy was not aloud to open old wounds, he wouldn't let him. Seeing the situation, you took the more light-hearted approach.
"Oh? Is that so? Hmmm... Let me consider that for a bit..." James looked at you curiously, and Calphy seemed to try and piece together what you were doing.
"Well, he calls me Kitten, not doll, so he's obviously not toying with me... I think I'm okay, thanks for the warning." You snarked in reply, and James (while his jaw was hitting the floor) started cracking up, laughing like a clown. Calphy seemed even more shocked as you simply pulled James inside the elevator, forcing him out. James stood confidently with you, he gave Calphy a two finger salute with a small wink.
"Ciao." You sat in a serious silence until the door finally closed together. You snuck a glance at each other, and still managed to contain our laughter, but the moment you looked away... You were leaning on each other for support, your breathing so hiccuped by laughter that your lungs were ready to collapse.
"That was perfect!" James managed, tears stinging his eyes.
"DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?!" You cackled, sending another wave of laughter through him.
Once the pleasing sound ceased, he pulled you close again.
"God, you're amazing." You wiped tears from your eyes.
"Yeah, I know." You pecked his cheek, and you didn't even make it an inch away before he had his lips on yours. When the elevator dinged, signaling you were on the lobby level, you pulled away smiling, as he dragged his finger across his lip to remove the ruby lipstick from his lip.
"I'll never tire of that." His voice was practically mute, and you obviously couldn't hear it. The speeding in his chest was an accustomed feeling, and the whole that previously held his heart captive was filled with the warmth of you leaning into him, and the light you set free in his endless tunnel. You entered a random clothing store, and after about thirty minutes of forcing him to try on random outfits you felt suited him, until you finally found the perfect one. The grey tee fit him in all the right places, showing off his lean figure. The blue jeans complimented him well, and hugged exactly where they should. You couldn't help, but to notice the black high tops you chose were the exact colour of his hair. You tried to get him to give up the golden Rolex on his left wrist, to which he refused, then you tried to get rid of his equally as valuable shades, but even you had to admire how they looked. He looked so... Normal. Hot as hell itself, but his hair was no longer slicked back, and was slightly fluffy, the clothes in place of his usual Westwood attire looked completely foreign on him. He went up and paid for the outfit, pulling his wallet put, and as he did, there was something you couldn't help to notice.
"A Westwood wallet? I didn't know you had that!" You lightly punched his shoulder like normal couples do, and smirked mischievously.
"Well, Kitten, I do like the finest things in life. My tastes are only the most exquisite, you know." You cocked an eyebrow, unsure of what he meant, but some girls nearby seemed to be paying special attention to the conversation, as if it was from some romance novel.
"Really? Like what?" The girls' breath hitched, as they prepared for, what to them was, the romantic thing a guy could ever say.
"Why, Kitten, YOU, of course." The girls went on a rampage of 'adorableness', swooning at his flirtatious behavior. The soft flesh of your cheeks seemed to be held up to a flame, sending the blood rushing to them. You didn't even realize how you were trying to hide your rose-blossom face. The young female's high pitched squealing diverted the flow of people, afraid they'd burst their eardrums. James laughed and tenderly kissed your hairline, the feeling of his fire lips searing itself into the soft area. James light chuckling trailed you both as he led you out of the store.
"You are such a flirt." You poked his side, causing only more laughter to escape his lips.
"Now why is that a bad thing?" He spoke softly as he watched how the wind partnered with your h/l locks, and how the sun reflected the light in your eyes. He would've said the opposite was true, but he knew those eyes anywhere; the sun was only attempting to reflect the light that shone from beneath the crystalline surface.
"Never said it was." He pecked your cheek lightly, his Cheshire grin pulling itself onto his features as he removed his velvety lips from your soft cheek skin.
"That's my girl." His confident, smirking tone sending that usual wave of euphoria through you. You willingly leaned into the suede of his jacket, accepting the warmth radiating off of him despite the blazing sun seeming to shine only on you. You both re-entered the hotel, striding confidently in like any ordinary couple. With the exception that he looked like the wolf of wall street, and you looked severely underdressed compared to him, very tumblr, indeed. Ignoring the weird looks you got, you strolled into the elevator. His fingers snowed onto your bare skin, leaving small patches of ice-kissed skin as he patiently waited for the door to close. The moment the shiny metallic doors closed, he pushed his lips to yours, hands suddenly finding their way around your waist, pulling you into the kiss like those Anime scenes. Where you didn't expect it whatsoever, but your body was pulled into him so far, and he was leaning over it, to the point where you couldn't pull away. So instead, you went with it. Running your fingers briskly through the usually so formal hair, lips tugging and pulling together with his, desperately grabbing for one another's. It only lasted a short while, but when he did pull away, he didn't allow you to move, he just stayed put. His face hovering over yours, inspecting it like one inspects fine art. The door dinged, and you both stood attentively, you afraid to be caught in such a compromising position, him wary of Magnussen looming around every corner. Luckily, no one was there. You pulled James down the hallway, suddenly stopping and pecking his lips lightly. He responded by dragging you towards your room, and twirling you to a stop right in front of the door, pressing his lips to yours, wrapping one arm around your wait while the other kept hold of your hand. His lips burned yours as you wrapped your free hand around the back of his neck. He pulled away, happy for his bit of revenge.
"Ha. I win." He whispered in a hushed, yet confident tone. He acted as if he one the gold medal in the olympics. Like he scored the winning goal in football. It was truly sweet.
"You still don't get to wear a Westwood. Ha. I win." You sent him a confident wink, and he pouted playfully in reply. His big, chocolate eyes falling lightly, giving them a dull gleam, his bottom lip sticking out slightly, while his hands couldn't resist following the outline of your waist and the upper parts of your hips over and over again. He let his chin tilt down, resisting the urge to smile. You started caving in.
"No! No! I win, I win..." You trailed off as his sad puppy eyes flickered. His lids swiping away false tears. You but your lip, trying to hold your ground... But you couldn't.
"GAH! Fine, you win!" He instantly brightened up, his mood doing a full 180. He pecked your lips once.
"Don't," He pecked them again, "I," He did for a third time, "Always!" He sang, causing you to giggle lightly.
"You're still not wearing the suit." You said as seriously as you possibly could, the trace of a smile still on your face. He scoffed as if disappointed.
"Fiiiine." He groaned, rolling his eyes, but the playful glint still in them. You kissed his cheek, bringing a full smile to his lips.
"Now, I have to get the door open." You motioned your head to the door, and he debated it. Eventually be loosened a bit, but not enough for you to pry yourself from his arms.
"Well, go ahead. Turn around." His mischievous Irish vocals making yet another appearance. You huffed, giving him your best 'really?' look. He nodded, bobbing his head up and down like a little kid. You shook your head lightly, but you secretly loved his behavior, as you began turning in his arms. Once you had fully turned to the door, he buried his face in your neck, humming soft vibrations into your skin. You unlocked the door, and pushed it open as far as you could. Instead of letting go, likes normal person, James literally swept you off of your feet, pulling you, bridal-style, into his chest as much as physically possible. You gave a startled gasp, before giggling like a madman. He walked through the door, clutching you like a puppy trying to get released. He tossed you gently onto the bed. You bounced a couple of times, before lifting yourself up. He dug his hands into his pockets, staring with amusement at you, resting lightly on his heels.
"Go get changed, Mr. Businessman, you're not getting out of if!" You demanded, your undertone of amused laughter sparkling through perfectly. He huffed dramatically, picking up the bag and tossing the clothes into the bed. He placed his jacket gingerly on the closet door handle, kicking his dress shoes off next to it, and you watched, completely unfazed by the fact he was undressing in front of you. He dropped his slacks, before picking them up and lightly dusting them off. Carefully he folded them, setting them on the bed. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, glancing as you moved your head to follow each one as they popped from their place. He laid it down gently. He pulled the jeans up, and buttoned them, before pulling the light grey tee over his head. He straightened the outfit out a bit, before pulling the high tops on. He sat down on the bed, back to you as he began tying them. You snaked up behind him, straddling behind his waist, wrapping your arms around his chest, and leaning your head on the back of his. He glanced towards you, only getting a glimpse of your (hair colour) hair, smirking as he continued his task. You gingerly moved your head to his shoulder, smiling a mischievous smile as you scanned his features. He tried to sneak another glance, but you caught it easily, which got him a view of you biting your lower lip, causing a goofy grin he couldn't control. He finished tying, and looked at you, pecking your lips in an almost forceful manner.
"Time to hold some living teddy-bears, eh, Kitten?" He joked, and you nodded once.
"Yeah it is!" He laughed, standing up. He gripped your hand tightly, before pulling you up to him. He scanned your features, admiring how each one perfectly fit who you are. He took you to hold Koalas at a random sanctuary, and you even convinced him to hold one. You had the cab drop you off a few blocks away from your hotel. James entangled his fingers in yours, and you rested your head on his shoulder, his reply being to rest his cheek against the soft feel of your hair. You both walked in a comfortable bliss, talking about random things, casually flirting.
"You and Koalas can't be together. Too much cute in one area throws off the fabric of the universe, Kitten." You chuckled lightly, him joining you after a moment of pride.
"Alright, then you can't either." Your hands swung lightly, neither of you minding the slow chill creeping from the nearing night.
"I'm not cute, I'm sexy. There's a difference." He corrected, but you just tsk-tsked.
"And I'm not?" You playfully elbowed him, sending another wave of giggles through you both.
"Oh, you are. You just manage to be adorable, cute, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy, all at the same time. I mean, how are you alive?" You slapped his shoulder with your opposite hand, the light rose colour creeping like the night's chill onto your cheeks.
"Well, I have a daily dose of James to keep up appearances." You both laughed again, enjoying the calming excitement of each other's company. People watched happily at the loving couple, thinking of how you were the epitome of a perfect couple. The time ended much too soon as you entered the hotel lobby, still leaning on each other. You walked briskly through the hallway, not a care in the world, while James kept himself next to you with every step, daring anyone to even look at his girlfriend. You both casually entered the elevator.
"How was your final day in Australia?" He asked, eagerly awaiting your answer.
"Absolutely perfect, and all thanks to the lack of Westwood." You mocked subtly, earning a scowl, but also a single chuckle from James. The elevator chimed, telling you it was time to get off. Pulling each other along, you made your way to your room, neither of you speaking until the door was firmly shut.
"Oh, you know you love it." He accused, pulling you in front of him, hands on your hips, his fiery lips caressing your tender cheek as he spoke.
"Mmhmm, yes, I do. But it is ever so..." You slipped your hands up the tee shirt, lightly tracing the shape of his chest as he lost himself in your touch, "Constricting. Don't you think?" He hummed in response his hands suddenly trailing your body more directly, as he slipped the edge of your blood red blouse up with a gentle ease. You shivered as the freezing cold of his hands graced your body with an accidental graze. You stopped his hands, and pulled his shirt over his head, immediately crashing your lips to his. You tossed the shirt aside indelicately, and his hands hovered for a second with surprise over your body, before the magnetic-like pull forced them to your hips. He lightly brushed over your waist and lower on your hips. His hands finally deciding to rest on your hips, he gingerly pressed you to the wall, careful not to make to much noise. He forced his tongue to be given entrance, and you were too entranced by the chaotic feel of frost bite and burns formulating on your skin and lips, all from his loving touch, to even care. He moved his lips so they'd be on your neck, nipping and sucking the tender flesh until all shapes and sizes of purple bruises formed.
"James... We shouldn't... People could hea-" A low moan escaped your lips, cutting your rational self off with your craving self, the you that dumped James clash in with the one that'd hand him the scalpel to remove your heart for his own sadistic pleasure, just to be graced by his touch and attention. They fought constantly, one side saying it was so wrong to love him, the other constantly hungry for his artful touch to freeze you to your core, only to thaw and burn the core with a passionate kiss. He lifted his head, moving his left hand to cradle your chin as he often loved to do, and he placed his forehead tenderly on yours.
"We can finish this tomorrow, though?" He seemed desperate, looking at your trembling figure with lustful, yet sorrow-filled eyes. He was as desperate for your touch as you were his. He'd never admit it aloud (along with many things, but this in particular was more of a 'he can't for the sake of his own sanity and pride' hiding), but he also had the clashing sides you constantly dealt with. The battles within his mind started the moment he met you. The one that succumbed to you, to your every desire and touch, had been so entranced, and impressed with your risqué entrance, and thirsted for his name to leave your lips once again. It was the side that sang along with you, chatted idly while wishing to kiss you, and it was the side that hired you purely on a whim. The side that couldn't dare harm you. The other was the side that had reacted the most. The side that found your 'display' of revealing yourself from the shadows stupid, and childish. The side that was more pleased to know that you'd heard of him, than the sound of his name weaved in through your cherry-blossom voice. The side that had chose to be the one to torture you, the side that got angry when you didn't fear him, and refused to let himself give in to forcing his rough mouth onto the soft creases that formed yours. The side that lost in the end.
The side that wanted to kill you, and get the job done. They were the two that battled every time Sebastian had suggested his crush on you, and again when Scotty threatened to kiss you. They fought only in your presence, and he was glad that the passionate side usually won, when it came to you, but was otherwise nonexistent.
"Of course." You whispered into his ear, that seduction that drew him in every time, quite evident. He stepped back, hands up in surrender, and you gave him a quick smirk, which he returned with an identical one and his usually flirtatious wink. You patted his bare chest twice, and he chuckled a bit, watching as your figure went to your packed suitcase, pulling out a pair of blue yoga pants, a white sports bra, and a blue crop top.
"Why's there a police box on your pants, Kitten?" His eyes wandered your gorgeous figure, but couldn't help but stop on the Tardis. To him, it looked so out of place, so odd. There was a light fading of a galaxy, and it didn't stand out too much or anything, it was just... Random.
"It's the Tardis, James. Y'know, from Doctor Who? The show I've only been attempting to get you to watch forever now?" He shrugged, feigning innocence to the accusation in your voice.
"Hey, I watched, and got addicted to a bunch of angels, including a literal angel. So, I think I earned some brownie points." You huffed sarcastically, and he gave his 'I put the hot in psychotic' face, and you melted.
"Fine, but you will watch it one of these days, you hear me?" You pointed a finger at him like a nanny to a naughty child, and he dramatically rolled his eyes to where you thought they'd roll right out of his head, his sigh even more dramatized.
"Fiiiiinnne." His voice was gruff, and attempting the low pitch he seemed only able to succeed when he wasn't on the verge of giggling like an idiot or trying to be sarcastic. You threw him his pair of Supernatural sweatpants, with he caught. He dropped the jeans, exchanging them for the sweats, not even questioning why you had them,
Already use to you stealing his clothes. Without warning, he slung you over his shoulder, and carried you towards the inviting covers of the bed. He dropped you onto the soft mattress, immediately plopping himself beside you. You were still having a giggle-fit, and he stared at you with a look of total admiration and adoration, wondering how he could've gotten so lucky he got you. It didn't take long, a few minutes tops, for your laughing to seize, and to curl into his chest. His arms circled you protectively, as your eyes fluttered close to the rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingertips cooling your heated sleep, as you both drifted off.