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Angela gasped lightly as she was suddenly falling back onto Jim's bed, but quickly returned to his lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him down closer to her. She felt him harden though his trousers, which made her moan softly. Biting down on Jim's lip, hard enough to extract blood, Angela moved them both onto the bed, her hands running wildly through his hair.
Jim began to grind slightly against her, his hands running up her black dress, sliding it off over her head, which made their lips part momentarily. This gave them a few seconds to catch their breath, and they both admired how each other's lips were starting to swell from the rough snogging. Angela's hands went to Jim's tie, sliding it off quickly and throwing it to the floor, her fingers then quickly, but not sloppily, unbuttoning his shirt and reuniting it with the blue skull tie.
Like he had done many times before, Jim unclasped her red bra, his lips going from her collarbone to her breasts, which made her moan. "Jim-" Angela exhaled as he slid off her underwear. Jim kissed, licked, and bit down to her hips until Angela pulled him up, nipping lightly on his neck, shaking her head. "No," she said, her nails clawing down his back making him shiver, "I want you. Now."
His lips returned to hers, biting her lip. Her fingers slid his belt out of the loops, her hips starting to grind against his. He smirked, sucking on her neck.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born-
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Angela sighed, tossing her head back into the pillows. Jim groaned, rolling off of her, pulling his mobile out of his pocket. "Sorry, love." He said, his chest still heaving as he pressed the answer button and held the mobile up to his ear. "Moriarty..." Jim said lazily and annoyed, while Angela grabbed Jim's shirt and threw it on, knowing he was probably going to be a while.
Fifteen minutes later, Angela was lying next to him still, running her fingers up and down his arm as he sighed every time the man on the other line stopped talking. Finally, Jim rolled his eyes and hung up, tossing his phone on the nightstand, and turning back to her. "It's two in the bloody morning-" "I know, love, I know," Jim interrupted, wrapping his arms around her, his hands wandering up the white button up shirt.
She pushed him away lightly, " 'M not in the mood now," she said, pulling the puffed white covers up over Jim and herself. Tossing his head back, Jim rolled his eyes, "You were all over me about ten minutes-" "Fifteen." Angela corrected, putting her arms behind her head, closing her eyes, taking in his scent of mint and scotch, drifting off to sleep.
It was two in the bloody morning, after all.
Author's note: Sorry this didn't end in total smut, but it was an idea that I had in my mind for a while, so here it is! Any suggestions, message me.