[A/N: Okay guys, so not a very big rant today. I found a song that I thought fit well for how Nova and Jim's relationship will be like.
Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello
If you haven't heard it, I suggest youtube. As always, enjoy Dangerous Intentions and comments/reviews/helpful advice is always wanted!]
In the past week Nova had to witness the most disturbing public display of affection that had to exist in the world. Molly officially lost any respect Valentine could have possibly had for the older woman. What was even more awkward was that whenever Hooper wasn't around, her boyfriend who she found out was called Jim, would blatantly flirt with her.
Nova was sitting on her swivel chair down in the morgue one Friday evening while Molly was on lunch break when the young man with dark hair sashayed into her territory. She grimaced and moved so that her back was to him. Couldn't she just be left in peace? Nova was still working on what had happened to Bob. She did know that his body had begun to eat itself up, but the question was why? Why did his body decide to eat at his organs? How interesting a case this was for her. She was looking at the computer screen when the sound of a voice clearing drew her back to the subject at hand. Jim. Her bright blue eyes glanced up to meet his nearly black ones and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't you have anywhere better to be?" She snapped out while going back to her task. Nova wasn't his girlfriend, why did he have to pester her? "Like, making out with Hooper in the cafeteria or something?"
"You are always soo rude Nova!" Jim sang out. She came to realize over the past week that she was the only one who knew he was actually an Irish man, which was rather weird. Even Molly didn't seem to know. She felt his hand caress the side of her body, forcing her to shudder. "I would prefer to be here with you than out there with her," he continued, the sound of amusement blatant in his voice. "Yet, with you always looking down your nose at me, I'm beginning to think that I should just cut that sexy little face of yours up." The 'p' was over enunciated at the end and his threat made her scoff.
"You disgust me," Nova stated as she swiveled around to look him in the eye. Jim was grinning wickedly before he bent down so he was face to face with her. She curled her lip at him and went to shove him away from her, only he gripped onto her wrists with speed that left her gasping and it took her a second to realize she was now up against his hard chest. From this close she could see the dark five o'clock shadow that lined his jaw, that his eyes were actually a beautiful chocolate brown and that he smelled like Tuscan Leather, something she rather enjoyed. Nova didn't waver as he leaned his face in close to hers, she just had to think of a way to get out of his grasp. His nose traveled against hers before he went to press his lips hungrily to her own mouth. For a split second her mind went blank, not expecting the thrill that hummed through her entire body. Then she regained her composure she smacked his left cheek extremely hard, forcing his head away from hers. Before Jim could even react to her fight or flight instinct, she ran out the doors of the morgue and upstairs. She told her manager that she wasn't feeling well, that she needed to go home early and quickly dashed off before he could catch up to her. She had never hit a man like that before, it was oddly thrilling and terrifying all at once. She just didn't know what he would do with her the next time they ran into one another.
Jim stood in the sterile room of the morgue alone and rather amused. He let out a short laugh as he rubbed his cheek which was still stinging from where Nova had smacked him. He knew his plan was to play games with Sherlock Holmes, but that little vixen piqued his interest the moment he saw her with a disgusted look on her face as he messed around with Molly Hooper. She looked scrumptious and tempted him even further when she began to snap at him without a fear in the world. It turned him on to see a girl so vile, although he would have to break her of the nasty habit she had for being so crude. He wanted to break the little brat down until she was cowering in fear at the mere sight of him.
Nova sat in her flat on her leather sofa, drinking a rather large glass of 1983 Rosé wine and watching Netflix. She had the weekend off of work and was going to enjoy it. She began her movie marathon with Captain America, thoroughly enjoying the sexy man on the telly as she chugged her first glass of wine, then went to her kitchen to pour herself another round. She needed it after the day she had. She let out a small sigh of happiness as she plopped down into her soft sofa once again. Oh the joys of luxury. She continued to sip on her liquid courage and watched movies for several hours when she heard a knock at her door.
"Who could be here at such an ungodly hour?" Nova asked herself as she racked her brain on who it could possibly be. Another knock that seemed a little more agitated caused her to get up and sway over to the door. Maybe it was her landlord wanting to yell at her for having the telly too loud. He did that quite often thanks to the walls being so thin in the building. Thank heavens she didn't have a sexual partner at the moment. She didn't even bother looking through the peephole before she whipped open her door and began to yell at what she presumed was her landlord. "Look Dan, I'm sorry I had the telly so loud, it's been a God awful day and-" Valentine stopped dead in her tracks as she saw a suit that was far too expensive and posh for Dan to wear. It was a navy blue Westwood and she finally looked up at the face of the newcomer. She let out a groan when she saw the young man with perfectly coiffed black hair and chocolate eyes staring down at her, a cocky grin on his handsome face. "What the bloody hell do you want?!"
"Is that how you greet all of your friends pet?" Jim's voice cooed out as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. Nova rolled her eyes and began to shut the door in his face before one of his hands shot out to prevent her from doing so. Damn he was incredibly quick. "I came to have a nice little chit chat with you," the young man continued on as he forced the door back open and walked right into her home without an invitation. She wanted to punch him in his perfectly smug face. Maybe she would get the chance to do that tonight, after all, she wasn't over the fact that he had forced a kiss on her.
"I never invited you in, sir. Also, how the hell do you know where I live?" Nova inquired after noticing that she would have never given him her address, even if her life depended on it.
"I know people," he drawled out as he took in her small flat. It was very tidy with the bare minimum of furniture. The walls were a mix of burgundy and beige with wood lining the corners perfectly. Her floors were a hardwood oak all throughout her flat which was something she absolutely adored. Jim took a seat on her couch and patted his hand down on the spot next to him as a request for her to sit as well. She didn't listen as she shut the door and placed her hands on her skinny hips.
"That's sooo interesting," she snapped out sarcastically as she eyed him from afar. "Why aren't you with your little girlfriend?" Jim chuckled at this and rolled his eyes as he leaned back with his head now against the cushion of the sofa so he could get a good view of her. She was in extremely tight skinny jeans and a thick hunter green cami.
"Jealous much?" The young Irish man teased while giving her a playful wink. She sneered at him before walking over to her coffee table to grab her large glass of wine. There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this man. "Actually, she dumped me. Apparently her little friend Sherlock Holmes thought I was gay and ruined any hope she had for me." Jim smirked as he watched her take a large gulp from her glass. It was truly hard for Nova not to snort at that last comment. This man was far from gay.
"Okay then. Third question, how the hell can you afford such a nice outfit? All I've seen you wear until now is white v-neck undershirts and jeans. Plus I'm fairly certain that someone in I.T. can't afford Westwood." She pursed her lips as she sat down in a rocking chair across from him. If she stood much longer she would most likely make a fool of herself by tripping over the carpet that didn't exist in her home. The malicious grin that formed on the man's face absolutely terrified her.
"Ooo, cute and knows her clothing. Me likey." Jim stood up and with two quick strides was right in front of her. "I could ask you the same thing sweetheart. A Uni graduate who is just starting to take off.. How did you afford such a lovely place? As a matter of fact, how can you afford everything you have? I know you have high tastes. That bottle of wine you're drinking is not cheap, nor is that lovely perfume you're wearing." He trailed a finger against her knee, forcing her to bite her lip. It tickled so bad and she didn't want the guy to know and torture her to death by tickles. She couldn't help letting out a snort before pursing her lips at him. Nova wasn't very ashamed of how she came into her money so she gave a quick shrug and decided it was fine to tell him.
"My father and papa were both very wealthy men. When my papa died, he gave all of his money as an inheritance to my father who had owned a very prestigious company that made high end clothing by that time. I was getting ready to graduate from my boarding school and head to Uni when my psychotic mum murdered my father. I was never very close to either of them. They always had me taking etiquette classes, dance lessons, the whole shebang and raised me to only enjoy the finer things in life. Obviously my dearest mummy was an idiot and got busted and is now in prison for life. I, on the other hand, got blessed with all of the fortunes and the company my father ran. I get money for it even though I payed off people who were more suitable for the job to take care of it so it didn't run to the floor. So that is how I can afford such nice things." She gave him a coy smile as he absorbed her small amount of information that delved into her life. Anyone could have found it out about her, but she didn't care. It's not like she murdered anyone. "Now, how about you darling Jim?" She shot back as he continued to gaze at her. It made her feel uncomfortable being under his stare, like he could read her mind. He blinked then licked his lips before leaning back away from her to go sit down once more on her soft leather sofa.
"I'm a consultant who helps people," he stated. She arched an eyebrow at him. Really? That's it? That didn't seem so thrilling, nor did it seem very him with the way he talked to her all the time. Those poor sods probably got insulted often.
"I feel like that's a horrible job for you." She retorted without even thinking about it. Nova didn't really have a filter. "I mean, I'm a total arse to you and you threaten me almost daily. Those wimps probably cry when you do that to them." Jim grinned viciously as he watched her with a spark of interest twinkling in his eyes. Valentine stood up and brushed the platinum curls away from her forehead before walking off to the kitchen, not caring about the stranger in her livingroom very much. "Do you want a glass of wine? Since you're intruding on my privacy anyway, might as well steal my alcohol as well.." She didn't even bother to listen for a reply and just began to pour him a glass and fill hers back up to the brim. Strong arms slithered around her waist causing her to cry out.
"I don't even need to ask, how sweet." Jim whispered into her ear. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, too tipsy to fight her hormonal urges. "I would prefer something a little sweeter though.." His lips grazed against her soft neck and it took every amount of willpower she still had not to turn around and jump his bones right on her kitchen floor.
"I'm not very sweet," Nova mumbled out just before her breath hitched as he nipped a sensitive spot on her neck. She needed to get away from him now.
"Let me be the one to judge that Valentine.." The Irish man growled out into her ear before pressing her up against the counter and rubbing his hips against her bum. She whimpered and began to squirm against him, not getting the kind of reaction she wanted.
"I don't sleep with men who I haven't dated," she blurted out, praying that maybe that would stop him from pursuing her any longer. Jim laughed at her sudden outburst, grabbed the glass of wine and pulled away from her. She felt cold after his skin was on hers for a short period of time. How could she be attracted to such a jerk? He sauntered back into the main room of her flat and plopped down while taking a sip from the wine she had poured him.
"Well my dear, is that an invitation for me to whisk you away on a date? Then after I could fuck you.." His vulgar words made her choke on her wine as she was walking back into the livingroom. He had never cussed like that before. Jim had said some pretty racy things, but never something like that. It was pretty hot if she was being honest with herself. Nova had always loved a man who wasn't afraid to grab the bull by the horns and say what he wanted instead of beating around the bush like a pansy. She decided to sit next to him on the rather small sofa this time around and turned to stare at him, unsure of what to say after his last comment. He had the look of sheer amusement on his face as he took another sip of the wine, waiting for her answer.
"W-well.." She started off, stammering like a fool. A grin developed on his face as he leaned toward her. She took another large gulp of her drink, not even savoring the flavor. Half of her massive wine glass was already gone.
"I will take that as a yes," Jim purred out just before he got himself comfortable on her sofa and wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders. "How about next Friday at seven? I'll have a car come to fetch you." It was hard for Nova not to grin at his forwardness. She actually liked it a lot. She decided to nuzzle into him, enjoying his delicious scent and the small domestic feel of being cuddled up to a man who had tastes similar to hers.
"You have a deal then, Jim. But I can't promise that you'll get laid." She stuck her tongue between her teeth and felt the rumble in his chest and heard him mutter 'We'll see about that.' "So, feel like watching a scary movie?" A grin finally crept up on her face, hoping that maybe she could actually have someone to sit with as she watched something full of gore and violence. Every guy she brought home would always whine about her taste in films. Her old friends used to call her the queen of horror, which was a title she was very fond of to this day.
"As long as you don't cry like a baby over someone having their head chopped off or being raped, I'm fine with that." He quipped while tightening his arm around her small body. Nova smirked and fiddled around on Netflix until she found the creepiest movie she could find, then began to play it.
"A man of my own heart saying things like that," she muttered out under her breath, not even realizing that she had said it aloud. Jim laughed and pressed his lips to her temple. Although she didn't trust the bastard as far as she could throw him, Nova did have to admit that his company was nice for the night. They spent the entire night drinking and watching scary movies until eventually the drinks got to her and she passed out with her face buried into his chest.
Jim ran his fingers carefully against her thin neck and then picked her up with ease. He found her bedroom without any problems and placed her into her rather large bed for someone who was single. Temptation was a wonderful thing when someone was unconscious from a drunken stupor so he decided to take her clothing off until she was down to her panties, which were a light blue silk with lace trim. It took all of his strength not to wake her up and take her right there. Jim instead rummaged through her drawers until he found a sexy little silk nightie and slipped it onto her with ease. He tucked her in and gazed at her longingly. She looked like a sleeping angel... More like a fallen angel with her attitude. He decided to press his lips to hers before taking off, a smile of satisfaction gracing his face.