BANG

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room as the man pointing the gun at Jim collapsed to the floor, a perfect hit to the head. She smirked and pulled the sniper away, taking it apart and putting it away in its case, then slipping it into her bag. She stood slowly, walking down from the balcony and down the steps onto the poolside. There was a smirk playing around Jim's lips as her looked at her, and she looked down at herself and frowned. She had come straight from an event in which a few of Jim's inferiors requested to meet him. Of course they couldn't meet him, but she went on his request. She thought that odd, he never asked her to attend social events but here she was, in a long silken blue dress and her hair swept up. She had to quickly make her excuses and leave because Jim told her there was trouble and the foolish man who thought he could touch Jim was laying on the floor, his lifeblood pouring away.

She raised an eyebrow at him, then asked "Will that be all, Sir?" He smirked and nodded, and she turned and began to walk away.

"Seb.."

She turned, hearing his soft voice and tilted her head slightly. He beckoned her with one finger and she walked over to him obediently, curious as to what he wanted. He stepped into her personal space and slid the zip on the front of her dress down a few inches, exposing her skin and running his fingertips along her collarbone. Her breath hitched slightly, and her eyes widened. "Sir, what are y-.." He looked up and his eyes silenced her. There had always been and undertone of attraction between the two. She had been loyal to Jim for almost 7 years now and she had been offered numerous amounts of money and power to give him up, or to reveal his location. She declined each and every time, sometimes killing the person offering out of irritation. She had never swayed from him, and she never would. His protection was her priority and she cared about her job. She kept him alive, and she stayed loyal. What was this...gratitude? Payment? They had, on occasions, harmlessly flirted. When Seb had to use other methods of interrogation, Jim was off with her for weeks. Jealous? She didn't think so. Sex meant nothing to her, and she thought human contact, or sex or emotions meant nothing to him too. He had never seen her like this, looking like a woman. She always wore trousers, no matter what the occasion, and a t-shirt or occasionally a button down shirt. On field work, more high-profile assassinations, she would wear a plain black catsuit with a small insignia and a gun-holster.

So why was her heart racing and her mouth dry, why was she so desperate for him? She narrowed her eyes slightly and brushed his fingers away, then slowly reaching for her zip and undoing her dress herself. It fell to a pile of navy silk on the floor, leaving her in her black lace underwear, and heels. His eyes roamed her body appreciatively, and he loosened his tie. She took a step forward and slipped his jacket off, then unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie, running her hands slowly over his slender yet toned chest. He reached up and took the silver clip out of her hair, and it fell in tight brown curls past her shoulders. She reached and unbuckled his belt and took it off, then slowly unbuttoned his trousers and slid them to the floor, running her fingertips down his thighs then stood back up. His dark eyes, almost black, met her unusual slate grey ones as he lay down, putting his hands behind his head lazily. It was her turn to smirk as she took off her heels. "Lie down with me, pet." He said in his soft irish voice and she straddled his slender hips, resting her hands on his chest. He looked up at the woman on top of him and ran his hands up her arms softly. He knew she was loyal, some of the people who had offered her money he had sent himself as a test. She had been with him exactly 6 years, 10 months and 3 days now. He had wanted this for some time, though he would never admit it.

She was sexy, her power was sexy, her independence was sexy. Hell, she even looked sexy when she took that shoot at the man pointing a gun at him. He could rely on her, and he found this odd. He trusted her, even though she did not trust him. Well, she did partially, but he was the worlds only consulting criminal. He was crime. She would be a fool to trust him fully, he taught her that. He lifted his hips up against her and ran his hands up to tangle in her hair, pulling her down into a slow kiss. Not their first kiss, admittedly. She was a perfect alibi so when he had to go places in public, she was his 'lover'. She played her part well, to the point where he pressed her against the wall and kissed her so hard she thought she would faint when they passed someone who had previously threatened Moriarty. It was, of course, an excuse. If the man had tried to harm him she would of killed him instantly. But, he wanted her. It had led on from there. On one assignment she had to sleep with a businessman to get plans from him, and Jim had to claim her again when she return. Desperate kisses in the dark followed by a professional manner the next day. But they had never slept together.

She could feel that he wasn't ready yet so she smirked down at him and hooked her thumbs around the waistband of his underwear and slid them off. He rested up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turned up as a line of fire shot down his spine and he suppressed a shudder. She spread his legs gently and knelt before him, and he reached up to unhook and remove her bra. She trembled under his touch and placed a few kisses up his inner thigh, then flicked her tongue against the end of his length. He leant up on his elbows and watched her, a slow smile spreading on his face. She slowly took him completely in her mouth, and used her tongue to make him groan slightly, and lift up his hips to her. He tangled his hands in her hair and pushed her down lightly, and she took his in deeper, slowly beginning to move back and forth. When she felt him harden she lightly ran her tongue along the underside of his erection, and pulled away from him. He took hold of her hips and pulled her up, seating her in his lap and gripping her hard. She gave a small gasp and put her hands on his chest to steady herself, then grinded into his lap. His tongue flicked out briefly to wet his lips before pulling her into a kiss and thrusting into her body in one short sharp movement. She gasped, adjusting to the sudden feeling, and dug her nails into his skin, meeting his lips again roughly. He slowly pulled out of her and slammed back in, and she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming. They began to rock their hips in a steady rhythm, Jim dominating her actions and she loved it. For a brief moment she thought shouldn't we be using protection?, then Jim flipped them over so she was on her back and an almost painful wave of pleasure silenced her thoughts, and she only thought of Jim. Jim. Jim had claimed her lips and her body, and she had all too willingly given them to him. "Oh Jim.." She moaned and pulled him into another kiss, biting his bottom lip and running her nails along her back. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and arched her back, as he began to move harder and faster in to her.

What would people think if they saw? Jim and Seb, their sweaty bodies tangled together on the floor as he all too willingly fucked her. And what was going to happen after this? She put all thoughts out of his mind as he slammed into her a final time and he rode out her orgasm with her in short, shallow gasps. He pulled out of her and left her lying stunned on the floor of the poolside, and she took a deep breath and managed to sit up. "That was.." She murmured and stood slowly, moving over to her pile of clothes. She never finished her sentence, he knew. She pulled her underwear back on and did up her bra, then slipped her dress back on and looked over to Jim, who was fully dressed and looked immaculate. How did he... She shook her head, he always looked immaculate. Whereas she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her lipstick smudged, her hair tousled and her body sore. She put her shoes back on and picked up her bag, slipping her rifle inside and wiping her forehead. "No one needs to know about this, Sir." She states quietly as he looked over to her. He simply shook his head and laughed condescendingly, winking at her over his shoulder as he walked out. She stood there stunned for a few moments, then walked out of the pool and into the street, feeling the cool night air against her sensitive skin. She walked back to her flat, it wasn't far, and unlocked the door. She flicked on the lights and dumped her bag by the door whilst locking her gun away as she always did after its use.

Jim had taken his car home, and was lounging in the back seat looking through his phone as the driver pulled up to his lavish apartment. He stepped out, feeling the gravel crunch under his feet as he walked to the front door, unlocking it and loosening his tie and he did so. That was...fantastic. Before Jim became who he was he was rather a ladies man, and he had slept with a fair few women. But none like this, no one strong and who could challenge him. None that he trusted and none as beautiful as her. He shook his head and laughed slightly, undressing and pouring himself a nightcap for going to bed. Before he got into bed, he sent a short text then switched his phone off.

Obedience. -JM

Her phone made the familiar message alert and she raised an eyebrow at his message, sending one back and climbing under the covers.

Restraint. SM