Our Night — James Patrick March x Reader AHS One-Shot
You had stayed at the Hotel Cortez to get away from your normal humdrum life and seeking inspiration for your next story. You found your inspiration there through the interesting characters working at the hotel, including the receptionist and the bartender.
James claimed he loved your spunk and your spice for life. Your need for inspiration for your writing no matter the cost. except killing, which he tried to get you to do, but you refused for your own reasons.
The other ghosts knew not to touch a hair on your pretty little head for if they wished the wrath of their gracious host thunderously bearing down upon their spirits.
Your night with James was the evening after Devil’s Night. The night after was sacred to the both of you. It was the night where he meticulously took care of your every need go comfort you after the trauma that you endured because of his guests wishing to kill you. He told you he saved your life because he saw the spark inside of you that reminded him of himself when he was younger. That spark that lit a bright flame inside of him after his first kill.
After that first night together, you found something in him you didn’t realize that you had inside of yourself. Now your nights here, you spent hidden away in his chambers instead of in one of the usual rooms for the regular hotel guests.
“Would you like me to refill your glass, dear?” James asked from his end of the lengthy table as he lifted your favorite bottle of wine into the air from the bucket of ice sitting beside him. His lips quirked into a smile as he peered across the table at you in your crimson red dress.
That dress extenuated your figure perfectly and highlighted your best features that turned on James March more than anything. You knew that by how he eyed you down like a predator with their eyes set on their prey. That stare sent shivers down your spine to your core.
Your lips matched his smile, and you nodded your head slowly. “Yes please, *Mr. March*.” You mewled in your charming little voice that only James could elicit from your throat.
Your eyes never left his when he rose from his chair with the bottle in hand. He eased his way over to you and popped the cork open, placing it gingerly on the table beside your empty plate. He took all of you in from head to toe before pouring the wine from the bottle into your glass. The sharp clink of the neck of the wine bottle against the glass triggering something inside of you, like a wild animal.
His chuckle rumbled low in his throat as he gently placed the empty wine bottle on the table. “You look ravishing, my sweet. How did a ghost like me get so lucky?” His eyes flicked to your lips as his lips sweetly curled into a devilish smirk.
“Oh, I don’t know. All it took was me looking for inspiration in your hotel and I found the perfect inspiration in you, James. In what you’ve established here. Your legacy that you left behind for all to see. I only hope that I can do the same with the written word.” You said, your head tilting slightly to the side as you watch his lips as intently as he had.
“From what I have read, your writing is quite exquisite and tasteful. I feel as though I am in the room with your brilliantly constructed villain who I can only assume you drew inspiration from yours truly.” James complimented, his eyes darkening in wonton for you and you alone. The Countess held no constraints over him tonight. This was the night he reserved just for you.
You reached up and placed your hands on his chest, slowly standing to come face to face with him. Your eyes lifted to his and your heart pounded in your chest. Being this close to the ghost always excited you because if he so wished it to be so, he could kill you right there and then. “Of course I had to take inspiration from you, darling. You are just so motivating and mesmerizing that I would only assume that others would find my villain the same.”
He rested his hands on your hips and took a step closer towards you. “Care to have a dance with me, dearest?” He lifted one hand from your hip and offered it to you. James hoped you would say yes. He hoped that the dancing would lead to a heated exchange between the two of you. He adored how you went with whatever he threw at you, either being inspired by it or thrilled by it in the best ways possible. You were more than what the Countess could ever be and ever would be. You would seem to be his soulmate, but he would never admit it. He feared the Countess would suck you dry if she only knew how he felt towards you and he wouldn’t take that risk. Though it would mean that you would stay with him forever as a ghost, but forever tormented by his wife.
You pursed your lips, giving his offer a genuine moment of thought. You knew fully that he would wait for your answer fervently. You hummed softly as you swayed gently. “Oh... I don’t know.” You paused intentionally, though your giggle that slipped past your lips told him you had more to say. “Maybe just this one dance.” You finally answered before he leaned down to place a strong passionate kiss on your lips that you gladly returned.
When James pulled away from the kiss a few moments later, he gave your bottom lip a light nibble. The daydreaming look that washed over your features told him he made you breathless with the kiss and you were. Your star-struck eyes looked up at him and at how your lips parted ever so slightly. He took your hand and led you over to the open space of the room that he had Miss Evers set up specially for tonight. On the way to the dance floor, James turned on an album of love songs from his time. Songs that he knew you liked from your first night together like this.
James held up your hand in the air while he wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you in close. You placed your free hand on his chest. Your eyes met his as you composed yourself before he led the slow dance.
Much to your surprise, James was a brilliant dancer, and he even taught you a few moves to prepare for future occasions such as this one. He considered your pace and followed your beating heart for a tempo along with the soft romantic music playing out of the speakers of his gramophone. He spun you around in a circle and a chuckle escaped his lips whenever you slipped up, which wasn’t often, but he enjoyed teasing you about it.
‘Careful dear.’ He would say to you when you stepped on his shoes in a warning tone. James danced with you in small circles, his eyes never leaving yours. His dark eyes filled with a hint of mischievousness. He would get you to stay a little longer because compared to the company of the Countess or lack thereof, your company was the best compared to her once a month visits. Especially the morning after where you would sit at the table, working away on the keyboard, placing words together one after the other.
The two of you danced for several songs before James halted in his waltz to ask you a simple question. “What do you say, dear? Shall we take this to my chambers? Because I simply cannot wait any longer to remove you from your clothes and have you in my bed.” The hunger in his dark eyes clear as he waited mildly patiently for your answer. He released your hand from his grip to wrap both of his hands around you, pulling you close. His hands absently wandered to your hips and squeezed them lightly. He leaned in close to your neck, laying his head in the crook between your shoulder and the base of your neck. He sniffed slowly and deeply, taking in the scent of your favorite perfume. “You smell so divine.” He whispered lowly into your ear, causing a shiver to trail down your spine to the core of your being.
Your eyes rolled backwards and fluttered shut. You stammered out a light curse from your lips, as you could feel James hard against you. You became restless yourself and you bit your lip hard and inhaled slowly. “Y-Yes.” Your cheeks flushed a deep red as blood flooded to them.
A dark smirk curled on his lips as he placed a chaste kiss upon your neck that made you moan softly for him. He pulled himself from you and before he could release you to take your hand, his lips immediately captured into a deep and passionate kiss. Such a kiss that he gladly returned it and pulled away right before you sated by such a kiss. He took your hand and guided you to his bedroom. He knew that if he went there, that the likes of Miss Evers or the Countess would not disturb him or you.
He closed the door behind you, locking it before he led you to the bed where you sat on the edge. Your eyes flicked over to the nightstand where you knew he kept his sabre for just an occasion to remove your clothes from you without haste. That thought alone made you want him even more.
James caught your cute cue and walked over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and taking his sabre into his hand before returning to you on the bed. He pressed the tip of the blade against your chest, applying enough pressure to make you feel it, but not enough for it to break the skin. He slowly cut away at your dress to reveal you in all of your glory as he threw the dress in any direction opposite of your body or the bed. Underneath your dress, you purposefully wore nothing for him.
You crossed your legs one over the other before reaching up to remove his cravat and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his white button-up dress shirt before tearing it apart. Buttons fell to the floor and, before he could make a smart remark about what you had done or get mad for doing so, you cupped him below the belt, causing a groan to leave him.
“Oh.” He said with a light chuckle before looking down at you hungrily — helping you remove the rest of his clothes.
You woke the next morning in James’ arms with the covers over you. You felt rested and satisfied as you watched the ghost sleep beside you. You took a few minutes to admire him. He seemed rather calm when he was sleeping and darling, with his dark chocolate brown hair messed up. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek before slithering out of his grip to your bag leaned against the leg of the table. You removed your laptop from your bag and placed it on the table. You opened the lid and powered it on before grabbing a robe from the closet, slipping it on and tying it around your waist. You logged into your computer and opened up your latest story. You pecked away at the story, one word at a time as your mind recalled the steamy night you had, a smile coming across your lips. You ran your fingers through your hair, hoping to straighten it out a little.
Before you knew it, James woke up and made his way over to you — kissing the side of your neck as you typed on your laptop. “Good morning, Y/N. Working on something new or old this morning?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He set his chin against your shoulder and skimmed over the words you were typing.
“Something old. Continuing, actually. I’m just writing the first draft of the sequel to my book. What do you think so far?” You answered, not bothering to look away from the screen while you continued to work on your chapter.
“It is good. I quite enjoy the subtle details you always put into your work. But perhaps you should call this chapter something else.” James commented.
“And what would you suggest, James?” You asked.
“Our night.”
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