#natxjames

James gave the red headed woman a wicked grin at those words.

"What I wish for has and always be you. You, a few kids, and nice compound full of dangerous animals and automatic weapons and a really good library. "

James, despite the fact that he always swore if he was UP at 6am, someone was dying. Was in the shower promptly at 6:05 to be ready for Nat to come in from her run at 7. He wasnt dressed to the 9's, but had changed into his version of dressed up. No missions today, no training, no trips to the range. He slid his leather jacket on and stood with water and hot tea ready at the door until his red headed half goddess came in.

"Hey," he said to her, pausing the sweep her up in a deep kiss, lifting her to him, ignoring the sweat, honestly enjoying it in a way.

He didn't show it. It would ruin the game they played if he had really shown it, but hearing those words from her aroused him almost to a genetic level. To James, Natalie was everything a woman could and should be, and when that bold desire radiated from her as it did now it set his inner darkness on fire.

"I'll make you scream." He growled to her. Lashing out with predatory speed to snatch her small body up and press it against his, his hands already roughly grinding against her and starting to rip at her clothing.

"I'll make you scream, and beg, and cry so that your cute little bit of makeup runs. I'll make your prefect, freckled flesh darken with brusies across your finely shaped ass and supple neck. I'll make your legs tremor out of control and your face go numb."

His left hand wrapped around her throat, providing just the sligtest pressure as he kissed her and bit her lip, the hand sliding from her neck to steak through her red locks.