Sometimes showbiz parties can just get too much and all you want is a familiar, friendly faced co-star for a quick shag.
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Jim's hand rested on the small of Martha's back as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"When nobody's looking, did you want to slip upstairs?"
Martha's smirk was the only response Jim needed. A smug smile painted across his face, he took a drink from the passing platter. He watched her mingling with the crowd, his gaze passed over her hair, shoulders, glorious back, ass and then her legs... those legs... He swallowed, shoving a hand into his pocket and taking another sip.
"Alright?"
"Huh?" Jim looked over and saw Mat waving at him. "Oh, hello mate." He tried desperately not to make it obvious that he was still staring at Martha from across the room. His eyes kept running over her curves and he absently bit down on his lip.
"Are you alright?" asked Mat again.
"Fine, fine... Yeah." Jim nodded, squinting slightly and frowning as he saw Martha slip past the crowds and out the room.
"Hold this." Before he had a chance to respond, Jim had passed Mat his glass and slipped off through the crowds after Martha. Perhaps he seemed a little too eager but at this moment he really didn't care. He slipped out of the hall, dodging the tables as he went. He weaved in and out of them, loosening his tie as he went.
"Martha?" He called, once out in the hallway. "Where are you?"
He could hear her giggle from halfway up the stairs. He grinned and ran up them after her. Finally, he caught up with her.
"Why didn't you take the lift?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"I wanted to see you work up a sweat for me." She grinned, placing her hands over his.
"Oh sweetheart, you know you can do that to me without making me run up any stairs. Just looking at your beautiful form makes me hot under the collar." He growled and began to nip at her neck.
Martha giggled, slapping his hand playfully. "Wait until we get to the room."
"Have you the key?" He asked absently, not really caring for a response. He'd shag her in the hallway if they didn't have the key for the room.
She nodded, getting the key out of her bag and unlocking the door. Jim placed himself down on the bed, laying there suggestively with raised eyebrows. His eyebrows raised so high at the sight of Martha pulling out some handcuffs from her handbag that they almost slid off the top of his head. "W-what...?"
[RPF] NC-17 A party of our own - Jim/Martha.
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Jim's hand rested on the small of Martha's back as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"When nobody's looking, did you want to slip upstairs?"
Martha's smirk was the only response Jim needed. A smug smile painted across his face, he took a drink from the passing platter. He watched her mingling with the crowd, his gaze passed over her hair, shoulders, glorious back, ass and then her legs... those legs... He swallowed, shoving a hand into his pocket and taking another sip.
"Alright?"
"Huh?" Jim looked over and saw Mat waving at him. "Oh, hello mate." He tried desperately not to make it obvious that he was still staring at Martha from across the room. His eyes kept running over her curves and he absently bit down on his lip.
"Are you alright?" asked Mat again.
"Fine, fine... Yeah." Jim nodded, squinting slightly and frowning as he saw Martha slip past the crowds and out the room.
"Hold this." Before he had a chance to respond, Jim had passed Mat his glass and slipped off through the crowds after Martha. Perhaps he seemed a little too eager but at this moment he really didn't care. He slipped out of the hall, dodging the tables as he went. He weaved in and out of them, loosening his tie as he went.
"Martha?" He called, once out in the hallway. "Where are you?"
He could hear her giggle from halfway up the stairs. He grinned and ran up them after her. Finally, he caught up with her.
"Why didn't you take the lift?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"I wanted to see you work up a sweat for me." She grinned, placing her hands over his.
"Oh sweetheart, you know you can do that to me without making me run up any stairs. Just looking at your beautiful form makes me hot under the collar." He growled and began to nip at her neck.
Martha giggled, slapping his hand playfully. "Wait until we get to the room."
"Have you the key?" He asked absently, not really caring for a response. He'd shag her in the hallway if they didn't have the key for the room.
She nodded, getting the key out of her bag and unlocking the door. Jim placed himself down on the bed, laying there suggestively with raised eyebrows. His eyebrows raised so high at the sight of Martha pulling out some handcuffs from her handbag that they almost slid off the top of his head. "W-what...?"