La Grande Séduction Chapter 1

Bond arrived back from Costa Rica and made his way to M's flat. For once she'd actually requested for him to meet her there. It was late in the evening by the time he reached her flat, it was 22:00.

He parked and climbed the stair to her flat and knocked lightly, looking around for observers. There was a slight glow emanating from her front room, a flicker from a fire. The chill of November must have prompted her to light one.

Perhaps she fell asleep waiting for him. She did not answer his knock so he went around back and climbed the shed in the garden and up the drain to the poorly secured window of her spare room.

Bond made his way through her upstairs with the practiced ease of someone who had done so on many occasions but he had to say...he was perplexed.

M had sent him a message to meet her here? Yes that was what he had done in the past but this was strange. Her husband must not be home and asleep this time. The door to her room was open and there were candles lit around the room. There were some along the hall on a table. He wondered if there had been a power failure.

He eased down the stairs quietly, as he eyes darted around the house looking for M or anything suspicious. He hoped that he didn't catch her with her husband snuggling in front of the fire.

Bond made his way in, towards the dinning room to be hit by a sight he'd never expected in a million years. M was cast in the shadow of that room, lit only by the fire in the sitting room beside. She was sitting up against the window ledge, a glass of amber alcohol in her hand.

M face was turned to the side, peeking down to entrance way through the closed blinds. She then turned her gaze back towards Bond. Her eyes seemed to blaze into his from across the room. The heat in the room became palpable. It was as if the pressure of the air had changed in the moment she looked at him.

"M?" Bond had been blatantly sized up by women before but not like this...this was what he had always dreamed. His pulse quickened to a drummer's pace in just a few seconds. He was alert and on edge...something was going on and it had definitely not been expected.

She stood up from her perch on the edge of her bay window's ledge and Bond took in her apparel. M was in red heels and pale shimmering stockings and he could just make out the snaps of her white garters. The short red silk dressing gown did nothing to hide her short yet shapely legs.

What the hell was going on? Did he just intrude on her and her husband's…where was the husband?

"I wondered how long it would take you to break in." M said with more than a little slur to her words. She pointed to the table in front of him and then he noticed the drink. "Now I know it's the spare room window, you come through."

Bond moved forward cautiously and picked up the glass and took the lot of it in one go. Something told him he might need it to steady his nerves.

M moved and her dressing gown opened to reveal something that made Bond choke from a mix of shock and alcohol. Bond blushed, embarrassed for his display and still very confused.

"I know, you're wondering why I asked you here and you are correct in assuming it is not to give a report."

"I don't know what's going on M but it looks like you had plans this evening, that I may have interrupted or...strangely...am to be a part of."

"Yes you are."

"Mrs. Mansfield are you trying to seduce me?" Bond asked genuinely perplexed but reciting the line from the Graduate.

M opened her dressing gown. She was wearing a short white lace and satin slip dress the just barely covered her garters when she stood. It was see through enough to see the white lace bra and panties underneath.

Bond's jaw had come loose and every fantasy he had ever had about her flooded his mind as she made her way slowly towards him. She was a vision and his body had already begun to react on a level beneath conscious thought. He instinctively tugged his jacket in place to cover the fact he was now rock hard.

It was not the first time he had been overly stimulated in her presence but this was the first time he thought he could actually do something about it. However, there was a small imaginary angel on his shoulder whispering into his ear telling him to cool down and find out what the hell was going on.

At this point he could continue to hide behind snide sexual comments or he could find out what was wrong with her. The damn angel on his shoulder kept telling him to do the latter. M reached out and grabbed his coat, opening it and casting her eyes down.

"I see you're properly at attention 007. Good. I had hoped you would be, even with a woman of my age."

"M." It sounded part whine and part question. "What's the matter with you? Has something happened?"

The drunkenness and the open seduction...something's bloody well going on and damn her perfume smelled lovely and by god he can see the entirety of the top of her breasts from this angle. Her body may be older but by god she still had a lovely figure. Short and curvy, with her lips done in a red that matched the nails that are currently trailing down his chest towards his…

"M! What's going on?" He grabbed her hand and her eyes shot back to his. They were bloodshot, as if she had been crying.

"I'm in need of assistance, that I have chosen you to provide, if you would like. And I can see that you do like." M said as she again looked at the bulge in the front of Bond's trousers.

"M." Bond said in a warning tone holding firmly onto her hands. "Where is your husband?"

"Since when does a...husband...matter to you Bond?" M stumbled over saying husband nor did she name him. "Most of the women you bed are married. It must be somewhat of a turn on for you by now."

"Where is Nigel Mansfield and why are you putting yourself out here like this?" Bond said looking down on her with concern as he said her husband's name that he should not even know. His erection softening as he focused solely on her face and not the rest of her, in what she was barely wearing.

"Fine. If you don't want me I will call another...willing agent. One who will do whatever I tell him." M slurred, as she tried to pull away to walk away from him.

A jealousy that Bond had never expected, crawled into his brain and he pulled her two hands up against his chest and said in a dangerously low voice. "You will do no such thing! Ever! Now tell me what I want to know!"

This may be the only way he can break through her drunken logic. Play the game she wants but wrestle the control away from her. Dear god he's hardening again. He never thought in a million years that M would forgo her marriage vows, she never seemed the type. All of that was out the window now with her actions and her state of undress.

Dear god she could seduce anyone acting like this! Fantasies of meeting M on a clandestine meeting in a foreign country flooded his mind through his aroused haze. It amazed him that she had only ever been a strategist not an agent provocateur, in her current state. Then again, she couldn't manage properly in her state of drunkenness and would never be able to respond quickly enough, should a problem arise. Thinking of arising problems...Bond's body wouldn't stop reacting to the way she looked at him now that he had demanded answers from her with his hands clamped firmly around her wrist, held against his chest.

"What do you want to know?" M said breathlessly. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing shallow and a flush showed over her ivory skin from her face down to the top of her breasts. Her smirk quivered and Bond had never wanted to kiss a woman more than he did at this moment.

"Where is your husband M? Away?"

M pulled away from him, suddenly enraged. "Why do you care? Stop asking about him! I don't want to talk...or think...about him!" She turned and walked into the living room near the fire as if suddenly, no longer warmed by the alcohol or her desire to have sex.

Bond became very concerned. The room upstairs empty...the flat had no smell of a male presence. He looked around and walked to the entrance. There were no shoes on the floor and no coats or cardigan's lying around that gave off a slight scent of musk. All he could smell was her. Bond's body betrayed him again as the arousal grew once more.

"What did he do to you M?" Bond asked worriedly.

M threw her glass into the fire suddenly as the glass splintered. The flames surged from the alcohol and changed the colour of the flames until it burnt away.

"He...he...stop...asking...making me remember...I don't want to talk of him!"

Now Bond was really worried. "My god M...did he hurt you?" The worst imaginings of a man physically hurting this woman in front of him, flooded his mind's eye and made him pant from the new emotion he was feeling...anger.

"He's gone. I want you to help me…help me...forget."

"Forget what M? Oh god please tell me he just had an affair!"

"Forget that he's gone." M began to cry. Bond went to her and pulled her into his arms, now far more concerned than aroused. He held her as she clutched his shirt in her small hands.

"M...he left you? Where is he?" Bond envisioned having to chase the bastard down and dragging him back to apologize for hurting this wonderful woman. How could he cheat on her when Bond could think of nothing more wonderful than holding her. Let alone being the one who had the luxury of doing so for forty years.

"Nigel's...dead!" She said it and then buried her head into his chest as she sobbed.

To be continued...