Tap, tap, tap. A noise of annoyance but also one of impatience and that was really what Janette was feeling as she tapped one of her perfectly manicured nails on the counter at an upscale bar in Boston. She had come here to check up on a couple future investments and now she was stuck waiting for her last meeting to show up. To say that she was patient would be a lie, because when it came to situations like these she was the furthest thing from patient. It also didn't help that the outfit she had decided to wear was uncomfortable after wearing it for the past three hours. Sure the short gray skirt and deep purple drape neck top looked amazing on her and could pretty much seal the deal for her, when paired with Gucci stiletto heels it was the outfit from hell. But not literally. Sighing, Janette signaled the bartender to get her another martini as she finished off her third for the night. She was thankful for her body having grown accustom to alcohol at a young age, it made drinking during these meeting so much nicer since her tolerance was so high.

Glancing around at the other patrons in the bar, she tried to spot someone that would at least be entertaining while she waited. Sure there had been a couple different guys who had caught her eye earlier, or tried to, but she wasn't too interested in some business guy who just wanted a quick lay before he ran home to his wife. Not that Janette actually cared about the wives. She figured if they were dumb enough to actually think that their husbands were really just working late then they deserved everything that they had coming. Also if hubby was running to her for a good time that meant the Mrs. wasn't doing a very good job with pleasing. And one night with Janette would ruin the men for their wives forever. She was that good and more then willing to admit it. There were very few men she would ever consider having around for another go around or two. A couple demons who worked for her and, of course, her partner. He was worth it. Little did he know she would eventually work her way into his position.

Sighing again when no one seemed to stand out, she turned back to the counter, crossed her legs and took the fresh drink the bartender had set down onto the counter for her. She didn't bother to thank him, she didn't thank anyone for anything. It wasn't her style. It wasn't like she didn't think she didn't deserve it anyways. Plus it was the guy's job to serve her. Simple as that. He would get tipped nicely at the end of the night, but would never her words of gratitude come from her perfectly sculptured lips. Setting the drink back down, she licked the alcohol from her lips and went back to tapping her finger on the bar counter.

Malcolm knew what Jane was up to today, but quite honestly, he didn't feel like interviewing people, so he left Jane to do that by herself. He usually didn't mind having to find new people to work for them, but he was feeling lazy and annoyed. So he decided to just hang out around Boston instead.

After walking around downtown Boston for an hour or two, he got really bored. Sure, he had stopped and flirted with plenty of good looking women, but none of them were tempting enough to do anything with. And that was really unfortunate because Mal loved women. Well, hot women, anyway.

Looking down at his watch, Mal wondered how much longer Jane would be at the damn bar. He looked around the crowded streets until he finally decided to just go check up on her, maybe have a few drinks. Besides, Jane looked hot today.

After walking for about five minutes, Mal reached the bar where Jane was, and he pushed open the door. He immediately spotted Jane and wasted no time in walking over to her. He sat down in the seat next to her and ordered himself a vodka tonic before he brought his attention to his partner.

"How's it going? Find anyone good?"

A glance at the clock on the wall told Janette that it was more then likely that the last wasn't going to show. Thirty minutes late without a ring from her cell phone told her that they had either realized that this wasn't exactly the type of job for just anyone or they wimped out. Either way, Janette was now thoroughly annoyed. She ran her tongue along the bottom of her teeth before picking up her drink and taking a long sip. Of course she would end up with the interviews that would flake.

Her eyes moved to her side when she felt the presence of someone, immediately knowing who it was. She turned her head slightly to look at Malcolm and rolled her eyes at his question. "Let's see. The first seemed promising until he figured out the sacrifices he would have to make. The second was a waste of time and the third has decided just not to show up," she said, her tone marking clearly how annoyed she was. If he hadn't already noticed from the way she continued to tap her nail on the counter.

"What is happening to this country's youth? It was never this hard to find decent people a few years ago," she commented before taking another drink. It had been easy then, especially when they were most like Dodger. He was good at his job for the most part, easily distracted apparently, but this was the first incident they had ever had with him. And all the ones before him had shown their worth. But now? Now they were all to soft and unsure. And all in need of serious training and that just took too long.

Malcolm listened as Janette told him about the three different people. Well, no wonder she looked so pissed off. "That's rough." He commented as the bartender finally brought him his drink. He took a gulp of it without bothering to say thank you. And then he brought his attention back to Jane, who still looked really annoyed.

"Yeah, people are getting more and more pathetic." Mal nodded. Unfortunately it was true. People were turning into softies, and that was not a good thing. In fact, it really annoyed Mal. What the hell was the matter with people nowadays? He rolled his eyes as he thought about it.

After taking another sip from his drink, he set it down in front of him and looked back over at Jane. "That reminds me..." He began as he leaned against the counter. "I'm thinking about meeting this chick Dodger's been doing." He shrugged, letting her know it wasn't a huge deal. "You know, just to see how much she knows."

Finishing off her drink she motioned to the bartender that she wanted another one. She was starting to feel the alcohol in her system and it was doing a good job of curbing her annoyance. "As if they weren't pathetic enough to begin with," Janette said with a shake of her head. Humans were like rats, worthless and disgusting. Sure they came in handy every once in a while, but for the most part they could be easily discarded once you've gotten what you needed from them.

Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Mal with interest. "Undercover, correct? The last thing we need is her running back to Dodger and him knowing that we're onto him. He's one of our best," she said even though she despised the guy. But Dodger wasn't an idiot, just human obviously. Unable to curb his desires and deal with the job at hand.

"I want Winchester gone," Janette told him in a low voice. She could easily do it herself, but she didn't get her hands dirty. "And if he can't do it then I want Dodger gone." There was no other way to put it. If Dodger couldn't handle this job then he didn't need to be on their payroll. She had no tolerance for failure.

"Obviously undercover." Malcolm said in an annoyed tone, wondering why she even had to ask that. He wasn't an idiot, and he wasn't about to let Dodger know what was going on. Mal had gotten pretty good at going undercover. Acting was like second nature to him now, and he was so good at acting like the charming nice guy.

"I want Winchester gone,"

"Don't we all?" Mal asked rhetorically as he took another sip from his drink. As he set the glass back down, Jane made the comment about wanting Dodger gone if he fails. He looked at Jane with a curious look. "Don't jump too far ahead of yourself." Malcolm said, still holding out a little bit of faith that Dodger would pull through. It'd be a shame if he didn't because Jane seemed pretty set on killing him if he didn't do it. "He'll do it. You'll see."

Malcolm was annoyed with Dodger too, though. He was frustrated that he'd been on the case for so long, and there were still no results. "Maybe he just needs a reminder of how important this is." Mal said casually as he took another sip of his alcohol. Mal's idea of "reminding" somebody was to hurt them enough to let it sink in how serious it was but not enough to slow them down from the job.

Janette flipped her curled blonde hair over her shoulder and turned her body so she was completely facing him. “Heading to Seattle to check out the “magic shop”?” She asked, wondering if the girl had any idea how dangerous some of the stuff she sold really was. How many people had gotten hurt at her hand just by selling the product? The thought brought a sly smile to Janette’s face. So pretty and innocent, and yet so dangerous. Of course she was dangerous in more then one way. She could get herself and Dodger killed without even knowing. “Dodger’s no fool, I doubt he’s even told her anything,” she said.

She didn’t think she was getting ahead of herself. It only took one slip up for Dodger to ruin their whole operation. Only one. “He better,” was all she said in response. She almost wanted him to fail so she could get rid of him herself. Nothing would entertain her more then having a little fun with him before she sent him down to hell with more then a few things that wanted a piece of him. That would be a glorious day in her eyes.

The smile on her lips grew when Mal talked about a reminder for Dodger. She could think of a few loud and clear reminders for him. Starting with his pretty little blonde friend. Licking her lips, Janette took another drink and felt the last of her annoyance from the meetings slip away. “Maybe he does,” she agreed.

Malcolm smirked slightly when he saw Jane's reaction to talking about a "reminder" for Dodger. He could tell that she was happy about the idea, and that's why Mal found Jane so damn attractive. Because she was evil. Plain and simple. She liked seeing people suffer, and so did Mal. It was just too much fun.

"Look, once I get a handle on what's going on with his girlfriend, we can start talking about how we're gonna remind him to step up his game." Malcolm told her with a nod, not wanting her to be too rash in her decisions to hurt someone that could potentially be important.

For the first time since he'd gotten there, Malcolm looked Jane up and down and nodded. "You look hot today." He said plainly as he grabbed his drink again and took another sip. She did look hot, too. And Mal was a bit surprised that other men weren't trying to beat Malcolm off and flirt with her.

Janette couldn’t stop the slight pout from forming on her lips when he told her they would have to wait until after his recon with the girl. She hated waiting, especially when it was for something she knew she would enjoy so completely. “I just want to have a little fun. I promise not to damage the goods too much,” she said, her pout turning back into an evil smile. Grabbing her drink to took a few sips.

“Of course I look hot today,” she told him. She knew she was gorgeous and wasn’t afraid to let anyone with ears know. “I thought this skirt might help seal the deal with a few of the potentials. Apparently they’re chicken and blind.” Even though it wasn’t completely true. The first guy had practically drooled when he realized he was meeting with her and not the fat businessman down the counter.

She let her eyes trail over him with a grin. He didn’t look to bad himself, he never looked bad. With or without clothes. And without was a look she knew very well with him. Good thing they weren’t human, they were always concerned about sex in the work place. She thought it made her and Mal’s relationship all the better. Knowing each other that well allowed them to anticipate the other’s moves if the situation needed it.

"You can have fun with any random human you want." Malcolm told her with a shrug. God knows he liked to do that. You know, just to keep things interesting. "But just not with Dodger's girl. Yet." He added the yet, knowing Jane would be happy to hear it. When it came time for it, he was going to let Jane be the one to mess with Lilly. He'd just have fun watching.

"Or maybe you're just not their type." Malcolm added, trying to keep the grin off of his face. He looked down at Jane's short skirt and let his eyes wander down her thin legs and back up. "Okay, nevermind. You're everyone's type." He said as he shook his head. Any guy would be stupid not to fall all over themselves in front of Jane. Well, except for Malcolm, obviously. He had gotten pretty good at controlling himself around her and being calm. But it was very amusing to him to see other men try to carry on a conversation with her.

Janette put an indifferent look on her face and rolled her eyes at just going out and finding some random human to play with. Sure it was fun, but it was better when she could watch the direct effects of her fun. She gave him a nod and a smirk when he made it clear she could be the one to play with Lilly. At least he was letting her be the one to eventually have the honor of messing with her. Even though she knew he would be right there enjoying the whole thing.

She gave him a look that said ‘yeah right’ when he said she might not be their type. And then smiled and shrugged when he admitted that there wasn’t a guy out there immune to her looks. Finishing off her drink, she pushed the glass away from her. She wanted another one but decided against it, she didn’t need it. “This bar is worthless for men,” she said, motioning to the tables of men in suits. “All either too old or too plain. Most with wives who are dumb enough to think their husbands are actually in meetings.” She looked at a few tables where men with rings were flirting mercilessly with their waitresses or the other females they were with.

Malcolm looked around when Jane said the bar was worthless for men. Yeah, she really wasn't kidding. There were really only overweight men, some of them balding. And from the looks of it, most of them had wedding rings on. Mal couldn't help but wonder why on earth anyone would marry these men. Maybe their wives were just as hideous.

"The word 'pathetic' comes to mind." Malcolm said with a tiny bit of a smile peaking through. It really was pathetic. And sure, the waitresses were only flirting with these men to get better tips, but it was still pathetic.

"And hey..." Malcolm said, suddenly getting a little bit defensive. "This bar's not completely worthless for men. I'm here, aren't I?" He said as he looked at her with a smirk. "I mean, I hate to brag, but I think I have more going for me than chubbs down there." He motioned towards an overweight man in a business suit that was trying desperately to flirt with a waitress.

“Pathetic and a few other colorful words,” Janette said rolling her eyes. “Humans and their need to attach themselves to one person but always fail to remain faithful. I’ll never understand it. Why bother? Binding yourself to one person is the dumbest thing you could do,” she tole him, disdain dripping from her voice. Everything humans did was pathetic but marriage topped that list. Sure demons had the tendency to attach themselves to one another, but it never came close to what humans did.

A small laugh fell from her lips when he said he hated to brag. “Right, because it’s so unlike you to brag?” She asked sarcastically. She was by far the worst between the two of being high on themselves, but he could give her a run for her money if he wanted to. Not that he ever came close to her vanity but hey, she wouldn’t put it past him.

Leaning forward a little, she smiled at him. “I can’t add you to the men that are in here. Know why? Because you are no man,” she told him, her voice low and seductive. “No man can do the things you can do,” she finished with a raised eyebrow.

Malcolm couldn't agree more with Janette about the humans binding themselves to each other. Half the people who got married ended up getting divorced, and the other half fucked around with other men and women. So it really was a big joke. He would never understand why people would want to get married.

“Right, because it’s so unlike you to brag?”

"I have my moments." Malcolm said plainly as he reached for his drink and took another sip. Yeah, he was pretty full of himself, but he'd never met someone as cocky as Jane. She definitely voiced her high opinions of herself more than Mal did.

When Jane leaned forward slightly and spoke in her familiar seductive voice, he couldn't help but feel a little turned on. She knew just how to rile him up. Grinning slightly, he reached forward and rested his hand on her thigh just below her skirt and brushed her skin lightly. "Oh, you know me so well." Still grinning, he pulled his hand away from her thigh so he could reach for his drink again. Yeah, they definitely had an interesting relationship.

“Don’t we all?” Janette asked, with a shrug. Neither of them would have gotten to where they were today if they didn’t think they were great or at least good with everything they did. Not having confidence was a quick way of failing in their line of work, or being overtaken by some other demon who thought they could run things better then they could.

She smiled at him, not making any movement that said she noticed his hand on her thigh even though her entire body felt it. “Some might say too well,” she said. She turned her eyes onto a man who looked like he was about 30 or so as he entered the bar not wearing a business suit. That caught her interest a little. Plus he wasn't completely tragic looking and she could deal with a few flaws. He also seemed pretty high on himself by the way he walked and smiled at any female who looked his way. Her eyes slid away from the man the minute he looked at her with some sort of interest.

“I say we should get out of here,” she said bored with her surroundings. She had been sitting in this bar for hours and could really use a change of scenery and maybe some food. And the guy who had walked in was a little too full of himself for her and that was without talking to him.

Malcolm watched as Janette's attention was focused on the normal looking man that sauntered into the bar. He frowned a little bit, not exactly thrilled that this man had managed to take Jane's attention away from him. Bastard. Mal bitterly finished off the last of his drink, and he was about to order another one. However, before he could call the bartender over, Janette's voice brought his attention back to her.

"Sounds good to me." Malcolm said with a lazy shrug as he stood from the barstool and tossed money onto the counter to pay for their drinks. He wrapped his arm around Jane's shoulders as he led her out of the bar, and he flashed the man that was checking Jane out a smug smile that could clearly read "you lose. she's leaving with me."

Once they were out of the bar and out of eye shot from that guy, Mal finally let go of her. He looked down at her and then looked around the city streets. He had no idea what Jane wanted to do, but he hoped it wouldn't be something lame. "Where to?"

Anyone in the room could tell that Mal hadn’t exactly been thrilled at the prospect of Janette being interested in the guy who had walked in, especially Janette. It was the same for her after all. She loved being the center of attention and the minute some skank took it away from her, she got territorial. Sliding off the chair, she stood and adjusted her skirt just a little before grabbing her purse and walking out of the bar with Mal’s arm around her shoulders. She knew it was all for show, him making the guy think that he had beat him out. Not like it mattered to her, in the end it was usually Mal in her bed (or her in his) at the end of the day.

When they got outside, Janette slipped on a pair of sunglasses and looked up at him. She looked around and shrugged. “I could use some food but we could just go back to the hotel and order some room service,” she suggested, a slight touch of seduction hitting her tone. She really didn’t feel like hitting the city and it’s packs of disgusting people. It always left her feeling dirty and she would much rather feel dirty in a different way.

Malcolm looked down at her, and he smiled when she mentioned just getting room service. He was definitely up for that. When was he the kind of guy to pass up going back to the hotel? Never. Because let's face it, they'd be doing a hell of a lot more than ordering room service.

"That sounds just about perfect." Malcolm said with a nod. "The less actual human interaction, the better." That certainly was the truth. Humans disgusted him, and if he could avoid having to deal with them, he'd certainly be glad about that.

"Alright, come on." Malcolm motioned with his head down the street towards their hotel. As the two of them made their way back to the hotel, his eyes wandered the city and the people walking around. Once they finally reached the hotel, Mal opened the door and held it open. "After you."

She knew he would agree to that. Only a fool would say no to an offer like that from her and Mal was the furthest thing from a fool. And he was never one to turn down her invitation for sex, even if she didn’t just come out and say that’s what she wanted. It wasn’t like she ever had to, not with him. He just knew, besides it was one of those things that might as well be second nature for the two of them. If they had a nature besides to kill.

“Yes, these people are...” she searched for the right word. Something that said more then disgusting, but she was having a hard time thinking of something that quite said it like that. She just decided to let the sentence die, the look on her face said enough. They were nauseating. She walked with him toward the hotel, one of the best in the city, which made sense. They had appearances to keep up and it wasn’t like they had tarnished names. Plus Janette wouldn’t accept anything less.

She walked through the door and looked around the lobby, refusing to smile at the staff that smiled at them and greeted them by name as they walked to the elevators. She didn’t understand the friendly element these people had. It was like they were bred to be that way. Rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses, she pressed the up button so they could get up to their room.

Malcolm looked down at Jane as she started to say what people were, but when she just stopped, he knew just how disgusted by them she was. They were both very similar in the sense that humans were a waste of space to them. The more that died, the better, and that was a fact. They were only making the world worse by being part of it.

Mal didn't return any of the staffs smiles, but instead, he just nodded at them curtly. That was his way of greeting them without actually having to greet them. He followed Janette into the elevator and waited patiently for them to reach their floor. The elevator music was ridiculous, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes just having to listen to it.

Once they reached their floor, Mal pulled out the room key as they made their way towards their room, and he unlocked the door, walking into the nice, clean room. He sighed as he tossed his wallet onto the nearby desk and took off his watch as well, putting it next to his wallet.

"Come here." Malcolm said as he reached out and pulled Janette into him. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her neck before he pressed his lips against her ear and spoke quietly. "If you're gonna order room service, do it soon. I'm getting impatient."

Tapping the toe of her stilettos on the marble floor of the elevator, Janette sighed as she tried not to get annoyed with the lack of taste in music. But she knew it was the same in every hotel. Can’t play anything that would scare away the guest. Whatever. By the time they reached the correct floor, she was so completely ready to get off the elevator and in the room. Sure she was anticipating a good time, but she really wanted to get out of these heels and the skirt that was digging into her waist.

She followed Mal down the hall and waited, staring down one end of the hall as he opened the door before walking inside. She had just enough time to put her purse on the back of a chair and her sunglasses down before Mal was pulling her to him and kissing her neck. She smirked at his words, always the impatient one when it came to sex.

“Well if it’s that hard for you, I could go without the food at the moment. Just order something later,” she said in a low voice as she ran a hand up his chest. She didn’t need food right then. And if she waited long enough she would just end up wanting something sweet, which was always a plus in any sex book. She was a huge fan of chocolate sauce and whipped cream.

"Best idea you've had all day." Malcolm was pleased to hear that Janette was going to wait to order her food. When Jane ran her hand up his chest, he felt a slight tingle run down his spine. He was so ready for this, and he wasted no time as he closed the distance between them until their lips were touching. He forcefully let his tongue explore the inside of her mouth as he pushed her up against the hotel room wall. Mal was a little bit rough when it came to this. Gentle wasn't typically his style.

As Malcolm continued to kiss her, his hands tugged at the bottom of her shirt. He really wanted to lift it off, but he was preoccupied with kissing her. After finally snapping back to reality, he pulled away from the kiss just long enough to lift up her shirt and toss it to the floor. As soon as the shirt hit the floor, Mal brought his mouth back to Jane's and continued to kiss her. God, he loved this. Definitely the biggest perk to having a female partner.

Janette smirked and shrugged, not caring enough to grace him with a comment about how all her ideas were good ideas. She didn’t feel the need to waste more time talking. And apparently he didn’t either because soon enough his lips were on hers and his tongue was pushing it’s way into her mouth. She was taken off guard slightly when she felt her back hit the wall behind her. Not that she minded, she liked it rough and she knew exactly how Mal liked it by now. They worked well with each other on many different levels.

When he pulled back from the kiss to pull off her top, leaving her in a strapless black bra and skirt, she kicked off her heels which dropped her about four inches in height. Going up on her toes, she met him halfway on the way back to each other’s mouths. She pushed her hands up under the material of his shirt, grazing her nails against the skin of his smooth chest. She moved one leg to wrap around his, effectively pushing her skirt even further up her thigh and leaving next to nothing to the imagination.

When Malcolm felt Janette's fingernails against his chest, he let out a groan as he pushed her harder against the wall. He hated feeling weak around her, but the truth was, she had him wrapped around her damn finger. She knew exactly how to keep him completely turned on, and whether he liked it or not, he was vulnerable around her. No one knew how to please him like she did.

After feeling Jane's leg wrap around his, he broke away from the kiss long enough to see her skirt ride up as far as it could possibly go. Rather than bringing his mouth back to hers, he trailed deep kisses down her neck and to her chest and back up. As he sucked on her neck, he moved his hands up to the back of her strapless bra, trying to fumble with it until it came undone.

As soon as Janette's bra hit the floor, his hands went down to her exposed thighs, where he lightly ran his hand on the inside of her thigh. Because as impatient as he was, he loved to drive Jane nuts too, by slowing down the pace and making her want it as much as he did.

Janette couldn't help but grin into the kiss when she heard his groan and felt herself being pushed harder against the wall. Nothing was better then watching Mal, who was usually so controlled and in control, lose all control. She didn't know for certain if any other woman could do this to him, but she liked to think that they couldn't. Of course she was more then just your average woman so she had a little, or a lot, more going for her. She knew Mal like the back of her hand and always used that to her advantage.

When Mal broke the kiss and looked down at her completely exposed thighs, Janette used this opportunity to rid him of his shirt. Once she got it off him, she tossed the material away from her like she found it disgusting. Of course in times like these, she did see clothing that way. Only as something blocking her way to a very hard and pleasing goal. Tilting her head back when she felt Mal's lips on her neck, she let out a soft moan and closed her eyes just enjoying the feel of him. She arched her back just a little to help him in the removal of her bra, an object she would rather never have to wear if she could.

The feel of his fingers trailing along her inner thigh elicited another moan from her and her back arching even more, pushing her hips further into his. Grabbing his waist, she ran her fingers along the waistband of his pants, dipping her fingers just under the material as she made her way to the button and zipper.

"Shit," Malcolm groaned under his breath as he felt Janette's fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. This woman just knew exactly how to drive him crazy, and the more time they spent just kissing, the more he couldn't wait to actually be inside of her.

While Jane continued to fumble with his pants, he kicked off his shoes, and he bent down just far enough that he could slip off his socks as well and tossed them to the side. After that, he helped Jane get his pants the rest of the way off, and he simply kicked them to the side.

All that was left between them now were his boxers and her skirt. Mal continued to push Jane up against the wall as he trailed rough kisses down her neck and to the top of her breasts. One of his hands found the small of her back and was pulling her closer into him, and the other hand found it's way back to her inner thigh, knowing that that's what made her want more.

If there was one thing Janette loved during sex, besides the actual act of course, it was a man who wasn't afraid to tease and taunt her. She loved being pushed to the point where she felt like she was going to burst if she didn't get release soon. And Mal knew exactly how to get her there. His hands teasing her of what his fingers alone could do to her if they would only go a little higher. Never being one to allow herself to be reduced to begging, she just bit her lip and took whatever he dished out as long as she could before she forced him to take her.

Running her fingers around to his back, she slipped her fingers into his boxers. She pushed them down as she dragged her nails along the skin of his ass. She didn't want any clothing between them anymore. Well, she didn't want his clothing between them anymore. Her skirt and thong were easily pushed aside. Once she couldn't push his boxers any further, she dragged her nails back up the skin and knew that he could take care of them the rest of the way.

She arched her hips into his, moving just slightly to make sure he could feel the heat radiating off of her and the smooth satin of her thong. She hoped he took it as a hint that she didn't want to wait anymore. She was tempted to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist, knowing that if she did he wouldn't be able to resist her much longer. Smirking, she did just that. With a little hop, she had interlocked her ankles around his waist. "Mal..." she moaned into his ear, taking the lobe into her mouth and sucking on it.

When Malcolm felt Janette's fingers against his skin as she pulled his boxers down, he clenched his jaw, trying his best not to let out the moan that was stuck in his throat. Once his boxers were most of the way down, he kicked them the rest of the way off. As she arched her hips into his, he could feel just how ready she was. He smirked to himself because he was planning on teasing her for just a little bit longer.

However, as soon as Jane hopped and wrapped her legs around Mal's waist, he knew he wasn't going to be able to tease her much longer. And as soon as he heard his name escape from her lips in a moan, he knew he couldn't wait much longer.

Malcolm used the tips of his fingers to push the material of Jane's thong out of the way, but he didn't enter her right away. As much as it was driving him crazy, he knew that it would be driving Jane crazy too. And he loved doing that.

However, it didn't take long before Mal just couldn't take it anymore, and he forcefully pushed himself inside of her, forcing her back against the wall again. He let a deep moan escape from his lips as he started the pace off relatively slow but still rough.

Janette bit her lip when she felt Malcolm push aside her thong, granting him access that he apparently wasn't going to take advantage of just yet. She loved the anticipation of it. Knowing that he easily could but wouldn't just yet. It made her want him even more and she already wanted him a lot. It was hot to say the very least, the very least.

A small squeak like noise escaped from her as he pushed his way inside her, a noise she would deny the hell out of ever making. A noise that Mal had heard many times before this. Even then, she would still refuse to admit that she would ever make such a weak and human like sound. She arched her back slightly, changing the angle as he pushed her into the wall with each thrust he made. The pace was rough just like she wanted it, but far too slow. Slow was not something she was ever in the mood for.

"Pick up the pace," she groaned into his ear, taking the lobe into her mouth and tugging on it with her teeth. She removed her mouth from his ear and made a trail of kisses down his neck, pausing every once in a while to suck on the skin that tasted so amazing to her. Like nothing she had ever tasted before. The human within her loved it. The demon within her just wanted to release.