This is my first M rated fanfiction, so any feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks so much to ktface3 for beta'ing and pretty much being awesome.
Now, without further ado, I give you more of my quickly written stories!
--
He knows it's wrong, but it doesn't stop him from kissing her. She's soft and warm and not hundreds of miles away. And willing. He knows she's willing by the way her hands are slowly sliding down his stomach.
He pulls away then, just because they're in a bar and people are staring. She whispers a few sweet words in his ear and they're in his car, speeding down the highway to his apartment.
It's a long car ride, but Jim makes it to his apartment in record time. She's still sitting next to him when he parks, and he's surprised. She winks at him, and Jim feels himself respond.
He fumbles with the lock as she fumbles with his belt buckle, and they eventually make it to his bedroom. Clothes are quickly thrown down as they both kiss each other fervently, both seeking something that's not quite there. She pushes him down on the bed and straddles him.
She comes and he doesn't, and he's okay with that. She yawns, smiles, and buries herself under the covers, her hands resting on his chest. It's only then that Jim sees a ring on her finger. He's okay with that, too.
And in the morning, when his head is throbbing with the ache of a hangover, he's okay with that, too.