Part One: In the beginning
Part 1 Beginnings...Bond becomes M's driver bodyguard just before becoming 007 and getting his licences to kill.
Part 2 Desire...Bond consoles a grieving M and they begin a tumultuous affair.
Part 3 Skyfall...The death of both but the survival of love.
London 2001
"For fuck sakes Bond you could bloody well seduce the Queen. How the hell do you do that?"
"Dan, I just look deep into their eyes like I am trying desperately to figure out what they are thinking and that usually does it."
"Christ, you'll make 00 faster than anyone…I cannot act that convincing even if the reward is sex."
"I hope I can…I just need to prove myself to M somehow…get her to notice."
"That one is a cold fish they say…methodical and precise. I don't think I would have to fake it with her in anyway…it may just be me but she is my sort of crumpet. Smart, sassy but completely emasculating. I've heard rumours that she may go the other way."
"I thought M was married?"
"Rumors abound. One 00 was overheard saying that she bedded her best agents. He heard it from a 00 just before he went out on his last fatal mission. Then again some say she is having her chief of staff in her office and that is why Tanner is always following her around like she is the Queen and not some pencil pushing civil servant. Would you?"
"Would I what?"
"If you had the opportunity. Would you try your charms to get into her bed?"
"I don't know. If I got a 00 out of it maybe but I would not actively try to bed her. I think she likely too smart and would see right through my lines."
"Even for the promotion? Come on she is attractive even if she is nearing sixty"
"I think M's intriguing but would I risk my future career on a shag? No. I want to get there with being the best agent not the best looking."
"Smug bastard. The rest of us have to try extra hard to do what comes as naturally as breathing with you. Which one are you taking to bed tonight? I like the ginger…but you get first choice."
"The blonde one is cute."
"Oh…cute is she…I think you doth protest too much James. That one looks the most like our illustrious, sexy leader. Promise to tell me tomorrow if you yell out M in the moment of truth."
"How crass…like I would kiss and tell."
"Yeah…you're a real tight ship when it comes to bragging about the women you entertain…or is it just that you love to rub it in Johnson's face for being a prick and almost as good-looking as you."
"That man is an ass. He thinks he will make 00 before us even if he has been in training a year less."
"That one is always accidentally rubbing up against M…I've seen it myself. Holding the door and playing that tall dark and handsome routine that has successfully made him hated by the entire female nursing staff downstairs."
"He's that blatant about flirting with her? Christ what a jackass…she didn't get where she is by being stupid. What is he thinking? Good for us though…as long as she thinks he is an idiot while he attempts to feel her up in the office."
"James I know how to get him good. We tell him that she likes assertive tall dark and handsome men…likes to be manhandled by someone who knows what he is doing…that will make the moron drool over her and maybe get him tossed out on his arse for groping her one too many times."
"Dan that is a little cruel to put M through and I don't care about that ass enough to torture her."
"Well, I guess. It could backfire on us if she does take him to bed…and god forbid, be actually good at something other than running his mouth."
"Let's stop talking about bedding our boss and get are selves taken care of. I want the blonde…you take the ginger."
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Bond. This is Mr. Tanner. I have a mission for you could you report to HQ at 0500 please.
"Yes…I will be there."
Bond moves his feet off the bed of the blonde woman who brought him home as he searches for his clothing. She is a cute little thing…very short and curvy just like…damn Rolston.
Why did he have to put M into his head in such a sexual way? Now he is having a hard time not thinking about the woman in explicit ways.
Bond arrives at base by 5 am and meets Mr. Tanner.
"Good morning Bond. Here is the information you need. I will remind you to not speak unless spoken too and look at this mission as a chance to impress M."
"What is the job?"
"You, Mr. Bond are M's driver and bodyguard until hers gets out of hospital."
"What did she do to him?"
"I don't know but watch your step Bond."
Bond takes the keys and heads to the garage to find the right car. He finds it and gets in…it smells nice…not like stale alcohol of his current car.
Bond activates the GPS and moves to enter the code. It comes to life to show him the directions to M's house. Well, well now he knows where she lives…Bond wonders what other interesting facts he will find out about M.
Bond has time to get some breakfast before picking up M at 7am. He pops in a café wondering what M likes to drink in the morning. He buys a coffee and tea plus 4 different muffins just in case.
Bond arrives with minutes to spare and enters the garage ringing the number on the sheet.
"Yes?"
"Agent Bond ma'am…I am your new driver."
"I will down in a moment Mr. Bond."
M arrives and then recognizes the young man once she exits the lift.
Bond smiles holding the door open for her. As she moves past him he smells her perfume…freshly applied and suddenly he knows why the car smells so nice.
"Would you like a coffee, tea and or a muffin M?"
"Very nice Bond. Attempting to curry favour already? Just manage to drive and stand behind me quietly and everything will be fine. I would like a coffee if you have it. Cream and sugar please."
Bond moves to the front seat and makes her coffee also handing her the bag of muffins incase she changes her mind.
M is in a power suit of navy with a plunging neck line and white blouse. A lovely string of pearls graces her neck and collar-bone.
Bond drives M through London to the office, watching her occasionally sip her coffee while reading reports. Rolston's stupid remarks about the woman keep entering his thoughts as he watches her. Christ she is a very attractive woman.
M's phone rings and she answers.
Hello…yes darling. How are you feeling?…Well, as your father will tell you I was horribly sick with you…you're up early….I know….you like the special pillow…does it work well? How is you father? No I did not! Well we can't always get what we want…no I don't want to fight…please let me speak with him.
Darling…yes on my way now…I wanted to know when you are coming home?
I know…I know…she will be fine Nigel all pregnant women face that. Listen…yes…no…no…NO!
Stop making me try to feel guilty about this…really…fine…bloody well come home whenever…damn it Nigel I have to deal with the bloody PM today and what good mood I might have had is gone completely.
I see…I see…strange how neither you nor the children complain about the money and vacations awarded them because of my work…it is all fine for you to benefit from that…gamble at the club…take a hostess out on the town….how do you bloody think I found out?
Fine…give her my love…yes I bloody well love you too…I wouldn't stay if I didn't…damn you. Stop it! No stop making me try to laugh…you put me in a foul mood remember…Stop it!
NIGEL…what if our daughter hears what you are saying? You're making be bloody well blush…she will likely throw up. Yes, I remember…oh christ…stop…I will spill the coffee that my new driver nicely brought me this morning. Nigel…stop it.
I promise not to be snarky…well he can hear this…sworn to secrecy, you know the drill. I will ask him.
"Bond my husband would like to get a promise from you."
Bond meets her eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Anything ma'am."
Nigel what did you want to ask him…I will repeat it…yes word for word. James Bond….Mr. Bond, do you promise to look after my wife while I am gone?
"Certainly Sir and Ma'am."
"Wait Bond there is more."
Do you promise not to sleep with my incredibly….I'm not asking him that Nigel…Oh…alright.
"Bond do you promise not to sleep with me while my husband is away for the next two weeks?"
M begins to whisper as quietly as she can into he mobile.
I paraphrased it for him…I know I said I would repeat it…he's a young man…he can't possibly think I'm incredibly hot and sexy as hell…
Bond can feel his face beginning to flush and he smiles at the amused mimicking tone M is using with her husband.
Nigel he is a young man surly we don't need to embarrass him... as if he would even consider such a thing. You want his answer…OK.
"Bond?"
"I cannot promise that ma'am. I am sworn to do as ordered. If you order me to, ma'am I will be delighted to fulfill your request."
M's jaw drops at his answer as she listens to the phone. Bond can hear laughter on the line and M begins to blush and laugh also.
You got your answer Nigel…ask a cheeky question…get a cheeky answer. I know the others didn't say that…ha…now you have to trust me and that I will not order my staff to sleep with me…really Nigel how unethical.
Stop…obviously…I can tell…it's not hard to tell that you miss me already…I miss you too…you infuriatingly charming man…call me tomorrow…Nigel…really….tonight then…yes I will call you when I get to bed…darling…no hostesses in your time of desperation…good-bye my love.
"Bond thank you for amusing him…he cannot bear being gone from home long."
"I can see that ma'am. I think that was the most romantic thing I have ever heard."
M laughs. "Come now…you are training to become an agent…seduction is a tool."
"Yes, but seduction is an illusion that one presents and one accepts in a sort of contract. What your conversation from the part that I overheard was…everything…if you catch my meaning."
M looks confused. "I don't think I do?"
"It was love, acceptance, humour, fighting, flirting and by the blush on your face very sexual foreplay for your conversation tonight."
"Bond…don't let this get around…I'll know it was you and I will make your life hell."
"Your secret is safe with me M."
"What secret…that my husband's name is Nigel?"
"No…not that. The fact that you are human and not a number crunching Queen of ice."
M laughs. "Good…I like being able to keep everyone in line. Don't worry I will certainly not order you to my bed to keep your job."
"That would hardly be punishment ma'am but I am sure you deal with enough flirting agents during the day."
"One or two…they think that can screw me into giving them a promotion…ridiculous really. Like they could pleasure me enough or better than I have available to me at home…so why reward an amateur with pleasure and a job…just does't make economic sense."
Bond chuckles. "No I guess it doesn't. I wonder why it works the other way around?"
"Easily explained Bond. Men are far simpler creatures to please. Female agents can get information out of a man just as fast or faster than a male agent can from a woman. The men will offer and say anything to get into their panties and do it all for a few seconds of pleasure. They feel that power and money are what gets them sex so they tell them everything. All the woman has to do is look good and make the correct noises of encouragement at the right time. As a woman…I feel it takes time and commitment for a man to learn the body of his lover. Likes and dislikes. This is why I can't imagine that one-offs are all that rewarding from my point of view. Unless one picks up a very talented man who is more about giving than receiving pleasure."
"I never thought of it that way ma'am. I think that they are beginning to train us more like the lover you described ma'am. Much more like male escorts, get the job done without personal pleasure being a consideration."
"I know they do now…who do you think made them change the way they do it?"
Bond watches M smirk into the mirror as she speaks to him. "This has been a very enlightening drive M...ma'am."
"Good…perhaps there is hope for you Bond."
Bond shakes his head smiling as he pulls into the underground garage and open the door for her.
"I will call you later Bond. What is your number?"
Bond takes her mobile and enters the digits and hands it back to her with a smile. That idiot Johnson is going to get demoted if he pushes M too far…if she has even registered his overtures at all.
M is far more attractive than just her position. Bond thinks of her in a completely different light now and Bond ponders exactly how much her husband, Nigel knows about what his wife does during the day.
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The first week of driving M passes quickly for Bond, mostly in boredom waiting to be called for duty.
Driving to her home and back and occasional meetings with the Prime Minister. They chat amicably while he drives and M even notices when Bond seem tired…possibly hung over.
The night before Bond and Roslton hit the pub and found some different playmates to play with. M calls attention to the bags under his eyes.
"I'm feeling fine ma'am there is no issue."
M smirks at him through the mirror. "I think fine…is loosely defined by late nights in the pub and early mornings to pick up your shrew of a boss."
Bond smiles at her. "Shrew…you are very hard on yourself ma'am."
M laughs. "I know what the lower decks talk about concerning me agent Bond."
"I really doubt that you do ma'am."
M quirks her brow up in question as she looks at the young man driving her.
"Care to enlighten me agent Bond? No…I do not expect names…I would never put you in that position."
Bond does not know what to share with her but he does want to continue having a conversation with her. Bond has developed a fondness for her voice. It is drastically different depending on the conversation.
Yesterday she tore Villers a new one on the way back from the PM's office. It was intense and obviously uncomfortable for Villers but to Bond…well it was arousing.
Rolston's words come back to Bond as he listens to her chastise the poor man and he can honestly say that now Bond sees the attraction now…M is hot when riled up.
"Ma'am it has come to my attention that many junior agents find you…very attractive and desirable but you know how young men can be around an attractive authority figure."
M scoffs. "Oh…the headmistress fantasy. My husband is always warning me about that one."
"Yes, well your husband is a very smart…very lucky man, a woman as lovely as yourself should always expect such things."
"Bond are you flirting with me?"
"I wouldn't dream of it ma'am…you would see right through that and I hate to be predictable."
M laughs again. "Good because predictable does not get you noticed Bond nor does palming my ass as I walk by while you hold open the door. I really had hoped by the turn of the century we would have moved beyond such misogynistic tendencies."
Bond smiles and nods in the mirror, knowing exactly who M is referring to. "I know who you are referring to ma'am and he is not a very progressive thinking person where women are concerned."
"Oh you think I am speaking of that dolt Johnson…well he does attempt to be charming and accomplishes his work on time so I am inclined to use the three strikes rule with him. He is on strike 2 now."
Bond looks somewhat confused for a second and realizes that he is an idiot for not thinking that there could be many.
"There are others ma'am?"
M just smiles and sits back and looks out the window of the car.
That night there is an event and Bond has to where a tux to fit in and be her bodyguard as well as driver.
Bond arrives at M's flat and she rings him up to her flat this time because she is running late. He enters the flat and she calls down to him.
Bond glances around the flat and moves to look at photos. M's husband is a tall handsome man…girl and boy…wedding photos of the girl who looks like a darker haired version of her mother.
"Like what you see agent Bond?"
Bond jumps slightly as he turns to her after looking at the picture of her daughter.
M is stunning...he hopes his mouth isn't hanging open.
"I was...just thinking how much your daughter looks like you…just darker haired."
"She's married Bond…you are out of luck."
"I really never cared much for sequels ma'am not when the original is as stunning as yourself."
"Your lessons are coming along nicely Bond…I could swear you were flirting with me and we both know how futile that would be now don't we."
"Yes, ma'am we do."
M is bloody gorgeous. She is wearing a burgundy evening gown…low cut in the front and back.
"Bond this is your last night on the job with me. Peters is ready to return to work tomorrow. I have been entertained by you and as long as tonight goes smoothly and your training goes well…I can envision you rising in the ranks to tasks that challenge your abilities…don't let me down."
"Never ma'am…I would never dream of it."
The night is predictably boring for Bond but he observes the room carefully and sticks close to M. There are many dignitaries and government employees vying for M's attention.
There is a dance after dinner and she does not lack for partners. This makes it difficult for Bond to keep a close eye on her as he wander the periphery of the dance floor. Bond wonders how M's husband reacts to her going out to these formal functions without him.
Bond overhears conversations about M and pauses behind the men observing her on the dance floor.
"Do you suppose she is sleeping with him like he claims?"
"It will increase the budget allowance that she requires to properly run 6. If not he can keep her tied up in paperwork and no money."
"I would like to tie her up too…lucky bastard. I wish I was the oversight of her department…holding her lovely leash."
Bond stops listening to them and focuses on the man dancing with M. Mr. Blythe, house committee chairman overlooking expenses for MI5 & 6.
They stop dancing and M looks pointedly at Bond as Mr. Blythe moves out into the lobby holding her hand and guiding her away from the event.
Bond follows at a discreet distance and sees the man guide M towards a room down the hall and Bond follows. Through the door he can hear them discuss budget matters.
Bond can tell by the tone in M's voice that she is not impressed. Through the tinted glass of the door Bond sees her move to grasp the handle as well as Blythe reaching out to grab her arm, turn her towards him and step very close to her.
M exclaims. "NO!"
Bond opens the door to see M attempting to push the man away from her.
"Let her go!"
Blythe does and sneers at the two of them. "Good luck with finding finances that you will need to run your department my dear."
M looks at him in disgust. "You will give me the money for my department if I sleep with you?"
"Don't be naive M…you know how this works by now…I expect it is how you got the position to begin with."
"So you are saying that I could not obtain this position without taking others to bed for the privilege of having to deal with prigs like you on a daily basis. I hope you realize that I have recorded this and you will give me what I want without me spending anytime in your bed."
"Bitch! You should not make an enemy of me and there are others that will support me."
"And there are those who support me and I didn't have to sleep with them. Contrary to common belief I am married and he cannot attend these functions…because of the level of secrecy surrounding this job as you well know Blythe…that is why your wife is not in attendance also."
Blythe storms out of the room and slams the door. Bond looks her up and down.
"Are you alright M? He didn't hurt you did he?"
"No…no I'm fine Bond but I would like a drive home now."
"Very good, ma'am."
Bond drives her home and says goodnight at the lift. He feels strange saying goodbye to her here…it is as though they were out on a date.
Bond promptly grabs M's hand and kisses her on the hand and then on the cheek. "Good night ma'am."
M looks socked at his actions but smiles at him.
"Goodnight Bond and thank you."
"You didn't need me to burst in and save the day…I am sure you had Blythe right where you wanted him all along."
The lift opens and M steps, turns around and looks out at the young agent.
"Of course I did Bond…why else would I have allowed him to take me into a private room for that conversation."
M winks at Bond a mischievous smile on her face.
The doors of the lift close on the evening, leaving Bond feeling sexually frustrated and pondering M's favourite type of lingerie. Bond shakes his head in trying to remove the image of her smirking at him in a stunning burgundy ball gown from the lift.
That was the end of James Bond's job as M's driver and bodyguard.
Now out to meet Rolston…hopefully find that curvy little blonde again to work out some physical frustrations with.