Truth or Dare
Set between Quantum and Skyfall
For Detectivecaz, James and 009.
Warning: This story has a sexual elements to it in the first and last chapter. The moves slowly culminate into more explicit sex in fourth and last chapter. I will place a warning on that chapter should you not care to read. Thanks to all those who have read and commented.
Detectivecaz, James and 009, you are the best!
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No one would ever think that Olivia Mansfield, or M would actually do this, but she did. It was a dare, but it was also something she had needed for a while.
Olivia met up with some old girlfriends that she had not seen in an age. They drank too much wine and lamented about age, children and very little sex.
A lead to B and Olivia was put up to complete a liaison with a complete stranger and report back within a week of her well deserved vacation. These particular friends and their challenges could not be ignored and she didn't want to lose. Olivia hated to lose and she revelled in any challenge.
There was a need growing within her for sex, stress relief really. Nigel has been dead a year and at 65, she was facing ridiculous amounts of work and she just needed the relief.
Olivia Mansfield was never one for short term sexual encounters, yet at her age now she can see the wisdom in such an arrangement. She had an itch that needed scratching and there are men for hire that do just that. Anonymity guaranteed and full fantasy included with the act.
Work had been absolute hell lately, and the powers that be, were trying to remove her with much more alacrity than normal.
Every few years it's the same thing. Someone gets selected to head up a new committee and it's like they've never heard of such a massive expenditure…"What on earth do you do with it?" In that completely condescending way that most governmental pricks had. And while it's fine for them to joke in their clubs about sexual promiscuity, with a page or female secretary, yet they still found the concept of M, a woman controlling an army of male and female agents completely untoward. Even if she had been at it for over 15 years.
Once they managed to fire her...over something that she cannot maneuver out of, all that she would be left with is...nothing…lonely...nothing. Lately her focus had been off and if she slipped up…
This feeling of numbness had been surrounding her since Nigel died. It was so sudden. His death ended in a massive heart attack. M had been at work late and he died in his sleep, alone in their bed.
"The Queen of Ice and Numbers." Olivia said out loud as she made it back to her flat after her weekend with Maggie and Helen at a London hotel. Tanner gave her that name. It was Tanner that she made a call to the minute she stepped foot in her flat.
"Tanner. Yes...I had a wonderful time...but I am going to take my vacation next week and I would like for you to make reservations under one of my aliases. Venice….Yes I know...it's short notice...but there is nothing too pressing right now. All the double-O's are in the midst of missions and Bond is off for the week. Surely you can easily monitor them for a week?"
Tanner agreed to her request, all she had to do was pack and possibly go shopping for some lacy intimates. Tanner called back within the hour with the room information, for the Belmond Hotel Cipriani. She would leave tomorrow evening and travel under her false identity of Emma Williams.
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Evening, two days later.
The five star Italian hotel's concierge had found her an available man to be hired. He assured her that the company he used supplied the best men available.
"My lovely Ms. Williams." He said in accented English. "Beautiful women of means on vacation, often come to me for just this. Some do not even stay at this hotel."
M nodded and made her order...under her alias. She's determined to enjoy one of these men and insisted on no one younger than 40. It was just too much to imagine, a man in his twenties even able to manage acting aroused with someone her age.
Olivia knew that she had aged well. Still it would be a leap in fantasy, to believe a 25 year old could desire her. And she wanted the full fantasy. She was back in her room and fresh from a massage, well into her second triple bourbon. A satisfactory numbness spread throughout her. She felt somewhat indestructible by this point. The man was due by 18:00 and with unnecessary talking removed from the equation he should only be here an hour. Then she would order room service for dinner.
Olivia bathed and got ready. She foolishly applied makeup, incase the dimly lit room did not hide all her imperfections.
Olivia was incredibly nervous, and moving around the suite lighting candles as she waited. She thought keeping the room darker would be the best. This would allow the anonymity to remain believable and to smooth out her lines and wrinkles. She didn't want false pleasantries or false platitudes, she just wanted sex.
There was a knock on the door. She moved to open it, as she adjusted the tie on her dressing gown. She opened it to a blond man with blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment as she imagined a certain troublesome agent here with her for an evening of sexual debauchery. A fantasy she was embarrassed to even think of to herself, but that she had in all honesty had for years.
The man smiled and followed her to the bar. He attempted to make small talk but Olivia was having none of it. The man, asked her for her name, but she shook her head.
"No name? What name would you like me to have bella?"
Olivia's first words slipped past her lips before she could even think of another.
"James."
"I will be your James my darling beauty...bella...darling." He took her hand in his and kissed up her arm, as he gave her words of manufactured adoration. James lead her into the bedroom to begin their trist. He untied her dressing gown and caressed her shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
Olivia pulled his mouth to hers as they kissed passionately. He tasted good but did not smell of the same as her James. Her secret fantasy...in which she held her troublesome blond agent with ice blue eyes that pierced her to her core.
Substitute James, kissed her as passionately as she kissed him. His hands roamed over her negligee, to her bra and panties as he cupped her sex. Olivia panted as she helped remove his shirt and open his belt and trousers. Olivia caressed his muscled chest and raked her nails over the surprising...large and hard bulge in his pants. He had likely used a pill to help.
James paused to sit up and undress her. He pulled out a tube of lubricant from his pocket and placed it on the bedside table.
As James removed her negligee over her head, Olivia heard a thump in the outer room of her suite that startled her.
"What's wrong my darling...are you hurt? What is it?"
"No." Olivia said, trying to pull her focus back into the fantasy.
Fake James kissed her again, licking and nipping his way from her neck down to the top of her breasts, still encased in the attractive blue lace of her bra. He licked and bit gently as he rolled his tongue over her nipples through the material.
"James." Olivia panted as she arched them closer to his mouth. Her nipples hardened into peaks from the sensation of his mouth and the friction from the lace fabric.
The relative darkness of the bedroom was suddenly destroyed, as the door flung open. The last thing Olivia expected to see, as the candlelight flickered, was an obviously angry and annoyed James Bond.
Bond; the man she was actively expressing her real life fantasies about, with the handsome Italian man, nearly naked in bed with her.
"OUT NOW!" James growled at the startled man. Bond made his way quickly to the bed and physically pulled the man from the bed by the band of his tight pants.
"My dear...I had no idea you were...entangled...or married?" He said in his nervous defence. "I am only a hired man sir...and not yet, her lover. I assure you that this was the first time your beautiful...wife and I met." The man struggled into his clothing chatting needlessly in heavily accented English, as Bond glared at him.
"As you can see my...wife will no longer require your services. You will have to excuse her for drinking a little too much."
M pulled the duvet up and covered herself, as her face flushed with embarrassment. Surely it was visible even in the flickering candle lighting of the hotel bedroom. The dim lighting of the suite, guided the fake Italian James out of the bedroom. Bond followed him out as he tossed euros at the man and slammed and locked the door in his desperately apologetic face.
Bond was angry. He didn't think she would go through with it, yet he he was tossing that gigilo out into the hall. He had wanted to punch the handsome man in the face for kissing M like that. How dare he! Bond's chest tightened in jealousy.
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M watched them leave the room, as her anger grew. She tossed the duvet back and got up putting her dark blue silk negligee back on over her bra and panties. All the while, her anger amplified in status, as she thought about just what had happened.
One of Britain's elite MI6 agents just barged into her private bedroom and intruded on her personal privacy, completely unprovoked. Before she could even collect herself enough to find more appropriate clothing, M stormed back into the suite. She'd finally found her lost voice and it was not at all happy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here!"
M's anger was as sexy as the short negligee she wore that just covered to mid thigh. It was the first time he had ever seen that much of the woman's legs and it set him on fire. He was ready for a fight, physically or verbally. All his attention was focused on her, what she'd tried to do and how she looked in this sexually charged moment.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with that gigalo!? I never expected you to be the kind of woman to slip your guard and jump into bed with a stranger!"
"You assumed wrongly! You presumed far too much in coming here! I'm a grown woman and can do whatever I want! For your information this is not illegal, you should bloody well know that much at least! You've done the same too many times to count!"
"Well it bloody well should be! How could you…"
"I do not have to answer to you! Get out!"
"M...if you wanted...I could have…"
"Could have what? Killed him for touching me?"
Bond moved towards her and pulled her into a sudden passionate kiss. It was soft but insistent in its intensity. His tongue pushed past barriers, to find swirling purchase in her mouth. There was moaning from both parties, as two tongues surprisingly battled for supremacy.
Bond realized that M would come to her senses and push him away, so he broke the kiss before she had the chance. He peppered small kisses along her jawline as he smugly listened to her trying to catch her breath.
Bond could feel her breast heave against his chest, as arousal coursed through his body. It left him taunt and ready for action. Action that he knew she would fight him on. It was in her nature. Her delectable, stubborn, aggravating nature.
Christ, he needed her! He knew that for certain now. All had been leading to this and this...more than the job...more than the thrill of the hunt...more than the kill, this was what he wanted. What he needed...
Could M even fathom the depths at which he needed her?
When he finally pulled away, still holding her by the shoulders, he looked deeply into her blue eyes. Bond was desperate to convey as much desire and lust that he could without words. However, all he could see reflected back was doubt in her eyes, mixed with confused anger.
"Christ! I've wanted to do that for a long...long time. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How mad you drive me?" James said to her as way of some explanation for his sudden intense reaction. His eyes took in her appearance, the silk blue negligee over matching navy blue lace bra and matching panties, as his hunger for her rose.
All Bond's fantasies of her crashed through his mind, and his arousal grew as fast as his desperation.
Bond needed to try to keep it in check. M would not be rushed, he knew that it was not in her nature. But then again neither was that hired man, that he just tossed money to in the hall. Although, he desperately wanted to rush her into the physical act, he also respected that she would in all likelihood stop him.
M was frozen like an animal in the headlamps of a car...James Bond had made her weak in the knees. M crossed her arms over her breasts. She'd just realized the state of undress she was in and embarrassingly, in front of one of her agents.
"You are the sexiest woman I have ever met, and I have always wanted to make love to you M."
M managed to grab hold of what little common sense she had left, in this precarious situation.
"Don't tease me 007. I'm not in the mood." Bond felt M as she tried to pull herself away from his embrace.
"I'm not and I'm not letting you go. You came here for sex and I am more than willing to oblige you M."
"No...WHAT! How could you? I would be fired in an instant. Let go of me 007...this instant!"
"Don't lie to both of us. Would you have been fired for screwing that gigilo?"
M paused in her struggles, as she considered his question. Damn him! How dare he. How had he manage a logical argument at a time like this!
"By the way...fortyish...blonde...and blue eyed? Tell me again why you don't want to give me a try? What was his real name or did you use names at all?"
M blushed as she attempted to extricate herself from his, oh so smug and amused embrace.
"Or did you just pant James for some other reason...other than the obvious?"
M halted...frozen in his arms in complete humiliation as she stared down at the floor by their feet. He had heard it all. Damn him!
Bond had his answer and it was enough to commit him to the only course of action that he had ever really wanted between the two of them. Since the day he met her, Bond wanted to take her to bed. Different scenarios of course, created over time, but his favourite by far was M on a mission with him.
In one fell swoop James picked her up in his arms and carried her back towards the bedroom.
"I will not have any other James have sex with you M...ever. I have wanted to make love to you for years and there is no way in hell...a fake James will pleasure you, while my heart beats in my breast for you and only you!"
"LET ME DOWN! Christ...where has this come from?"
"This has been brewing between you and I for an age M, and don't you even dare try to deny it!"
M smirks at him from his arms. "All I wanted a one night stand."
"How about this; I will give it to you, but as Andrew your Italian lover. I will pretend to be anything you want me to be M. However, this will not be a one night stand, if I have anything to say about it!"
"But that entirely defeats the purpose! And you cannot possibly be serious?"
"I'm deadly serious M." He put her down and sat her on the bed as he knelt down on the rug by her small feet. M was just barely taller than him in this position.
"Tell me that you don't want me? If you really want only one night, I will bloody well take it! It will mean bloody more to me than any other one night stand ever has. And I can assure you that you will not be getting any sleep at all. If I can only have one night with you...so be it. I plan on taking you to heights, higher than any of your past lovers ever did."
M shied away, yet suspiciously met his eyes. "How did you know I was here?"
"Tanner...Tanner told me...that you slipped your guard in Italy and he was worried. Not to mention I could tell you've been getting restless. I know the look of a woman who has no outlet and needs one. I am usually the one to provide it." Bond said with a smirk, then he realized that comparing what was happening here, to what he did at work was not the wisest of moves.
"So you just came to offer me your services did you? Or did you overhear more than I thought the other night in the hotel bar? I'm sure you were not there to take me home but some other woman."
There were conflicted emotions that crossed Bond's face, as he looked away from her. All the while he knelt, supplicating himself before her.
"I did hear you and no, that is not just why I came. I came...to stop you from making a terrible mistake."
"How could it have been? That's a bit of a stretch. To consider a liaison a terrible mistake at my age."
Bond paused as if considering a good reason why she was not allowed to sleep with that other man. In this realization; he internally conceded rationally, just by his actions, that it was the purest, most intense form of jealousy that he had ever experienced in his life, that motivated him. How could he properly express this emotional sincerity and intensity, to convince her of it?
"I would have had to kill, that somewhat innocent man, for accomplishing...what I had only dreamt of."
"Now who's the gigolo?"
"M; my dearest, you are not the type of woman for a one night stand. Sex without meaning is not for you." It comes out sounding trite and arrogant but it is how he genuinely felt about the situation, and M's having none of it, if the shocked look on her face anything to go by.
"How can you say that!" How can you judge me like that. I know what I want and I always do what I must to get it!"
The recent interlude with the paid man had inspired the passion to surge within her, it was all over her lovely face. The embarrassed shyness is gone, and with it replaced the look of the lioness that M most certainly was. Bond growled involuntarily back at her, but he thinks that he knows how to turn this to his advantage
"Then take what you really want M!" Bond looks at her with a smirk on his face.
"Oh and you assume that, that's you do you! Does your arrogance know, no bounds 007?"
"Isn't it? What you wanted...what you came here for. I will happily oblige you."
"Strange that here you are, all of a sudden spouting absurdities of longing and desire, out of the blue. You're no better than that gigilo that you unceremoniously escorted from my bed. At least I understood his motivation. You on the other hand, are pushing into dangerous territory by overstepping far beyond your duty."
"Are you sure you don't want me here...?"
Bond was closer to her now...he leaned in as he whispered her name...her real name. "Olivia…" M looked at his lips as they moved towards her. The memory of the way his lips had felt against her in the suite...how soft...yet firm and demanding...commanding the pace until he broke away from her.
Now, his arms were firm and planted on either side of her. He had effectively trapped her within his arms on the bed. This was so very dangerous. His body so close to hers, as his captivating eyes looked into hers.
M was fighting the urge to either kiss him or slap him across the face. Her mind reeled with the lingering memory of the taste of him...the smell of him. All the things that other man lacked. Her ruined plan for an evening of guiltless pleasure, yet she shivered at his nearness. The tickle of his voice in her ear as he said her name.
Now this; so sudden, the promise of James Bond at his most primal. She had never expected this passion from him; anger and smartassery yes. But not 007 holding her gaze with such longing and desire.
M was shocked; her breaths were becoming faster and more shallow. Who the hell was she fighting? She needed this...badly, but it was so wrong. Why does everything wrong, hold the promise of feeling so bloody right!
M's stomach then rolled and turned, as the implications of such a dalliance, pound through the fog of her bourbon soaked brain. It cannot be.
Olivia's best defence in times of stress and grief had always been offence. Attack and leave them smarting in her wake.
"You would like that wouldn't you? Me to cave to your will and become one of the many…"
"NO!" Bond put his finger to her lips and to stop her. He placed one of his hands on her shoulder, and that in itself was a charged moment. Bond's thumb tracing circles gently over her clavicle.
"That is not what this is M! This is me inserting myself between you and a very large mistake."
"Mistake? The biggest mistake I've made in my most immediate memory, is allowing you to run roughshod over any and all missions I've assigned you too!"
"I get the job done and you know it!"
"You think a bloody lot or yourself, and none of this is yours to decide!" M anger had grown to boiling over.
No longer was she aroused and ready to leap on the annoyingly attractive agent in front of her. She physically straightened from her spot sitting on the bed. M stood suddenly and removed herself from Bond's grasp. She took her dressing gown from the chair near the bed and pulled it on. She tied it with flustered anger and purposed intent. Sending the message that she was not to be trifled with and under no circumstances will she cave to his immense charms, after that insulting intrusion.
From this; Bond was to take it that she was not moving forward, with his suggested liaison.
"Don't think that by covering yourself with a bit more silk, that I didn't already get a fantastic view of what you looked liked flushed and ready to…
"Get out!" M pointed to the bedroom door.
Bond refused to give up on this and matched her anger with his own sexual frustration.
"No! And I will not ever forget what you looked like in that obviously expensive, yet age appropriate lingerie M. Blue really is your colour M. It brings out the depth of blue in your flashing eyes. Do you have any idea how many times I've woken up sweating after dreaming of you like this?"
"I will fire you 007!" M moved out of the bedroom to the neutral ground of the suite.
Bond had know this was coming, as he followed her into the suite. The last attack of a desperate adversary. Even if M is still flustered and bloody gorgeous as far as he's concerned. What could he offer...what could he do, or say to make her give in to his charms?
They stood staring daggers at each other as their war of words continued.
"Why? It's not a lie. I don't care what your birth certificate says M, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known and as I've said...I want you...badly.
"How dare you! This insubordination is worthy of a reprimand."
"You want this to get out at work? That I burst in on you? M the head of MI6, was about to fuck a gigolo for a good time, here in this miserable waterlogged city...I can imagine the conversation at the water cooler now!"
"What are you trying for Bond? Blackmail? I can't see why you'd bother with one as old as I. Regardless of what you claim...I'm not biting. The array of women that you've been with...I don't think I even come close."
"I'm not lying. I understand why you hired him, but why here, why now M?"
Why was he acting like this? Ever since he barged in and ruined her attempt at...what...a physical...act...some emotional sex relief from a stranger, he looked at her differently.
"Venice?" It came back to her in a sudden slap of sobriety. This is where Vesper died.
Three years ago now. She'd forgotten. Just as he wished to remove the badge of widowhood from her, she'd allowed him this week off each year to mourn the death of the woman he loved.
"Yes, Venice...a city that must have had some sort of romantic spell over you M, but not me. Unless you would consent...we could start something discreet and both help each other M...can't you see how perfect this would be?"
In Olivia's deepest darkest desires it had always been Bond. Even in the last years of Nigel's life she thought of Bond often, as she made love to her husband. The gorgeous unobtainable Bond. Her bloody rogue in Tom Ford suits. One who was constantly costing her department a small fortune and a personal, massive pain in her ass. This was a power over her that he should not...no...could not have.
"Damn it!" M says out loud. She had realized that he had caught her in his trap. In this deep need of hers for this act of sexual promiscuity with anonymity. That in her fantasy, it was actually James Bond having sex with her. No one knew...but in her mind they were hidden lovers...over and over again. Until the fantasy inevitably ended over him taking a younger woman.
To cover this stumble...she needed to put him off guard. "Damn bourbon!" She whispered under her breath. She had only wanted to smooth her nerves, meeting the escort. Bond had caught her tipsy and off balance and she stumbled to recover from it.
"Vesper died here. This is place you lost the one you loved. I...on the other hand have always loved Venice." M felt the need to push the screws in a little harder, after such a rude and presumptuous interruption.
Bond frowned. "Yes...and it seems that I just stopped that from happening again."
M maneuvered to kept the sofa between the two of them. As Bond moved, so did she. M will not allow him into her personal space again. This man was far too dangerous, as she well knew. Bond accomplished things of this nature for work, and on her orders. This time the prey was her, but she had always been well prepared to circumvent such situations.
Bond looked into her angry and unrelenting eyes, as he suddenly plopped down on the sofa in defeat. He stared at the magazine on the glass table in front of him and sighed deeply.
M moved to the bar trolley and helped herself to yet another, small drink. She sighed and poured a large one for Bond. Without speaking, she placed it in front of his line of vision on the table and took the seat across from him.
She waited. There should be an explanation in all this somewhere, but logically and confusingly it all came full circle to his obvious jealousy over her attempted trist.
They stayed like this for quite some time. Neither said a word; as each of them was lost it their own thoughts.
How could M not see the truth of his regard for her? How could he make her see? Or did she see the truth of it and choose to ignore it for some reason? Bond looked up at her as she appraised him further. She does bloody well know the truth of it! She was just desperate to try to find a logical way out of this mess. One that did not involve the two of them wrestling enjoyably in bed for the next few days.
What the hell was Bond really up too and why chase her here? Why did it matter to him who she slept with? What did he mean when he said that he almost lost another woman he loved here? Love? Her? This was not what she had ever expected. Even after all his ill advised flirtations in the hotel bar and those nocturnal visits to her flat. What can, or should she do now?
This all needed to start again. Perhaps there was an answer there...back to the beginning several days before.
The reunion and the challenge...truth or dare.
To be continued...