For liz1967, detectivecaz & topyeah19 because I write because of their encouragement.
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*CRASH*
The sound makes her bolt up in bed...years of training herself to be alert within moments, comes into play. It is the nature of her job. That and raising children has helped give her the ability to snap into complete awareness in seconds.
This talent has not diminished with age.
"Everything else bloody well has," she whispers to herself. M attempts to extradite herself from her cocoon of sheets and blankets.
Taking the gun from her bedside table, M walks cautiously to the door of her bedroom. She opens the door slowly and holds her gun arm forward as she moves into the hall.
M cautiously moves down stairs to see broken glass all over her floor. James Bond is crouching above the mess with broom and dustpan in hand.
"BLOODY HELL BOND! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?"
"M...oh my god...christ….sorry... to wake you...I just wanted to...ahhh...to... leave... report... bloody... movable…. booze trolley... caught my coat."
"Yes...I'm sure it was that and not you being drunk and helping yourself. For fuck sakes Bond...what the hell gives you the right to break into my home whenever it strikes your fancy! Do you know how inappropriate this is? I could excuse it when Nigel was alive but now? If word of this got out they might make the bizarre assumption that something untoward was going on between us."
Bond looks at her in chastised sadness.
"It would...not be... that bad... would it M?"
Bond staggers towards her and she takes a step back and holds her hands out to catch him as he practically falls into her.
"Bond why are you drunk and in my house...run out of money for the pub?"
"No...I just wanted to see you...I texttteddd you but no answer...I wanted to see you….can I sleep with you M? I want toooo reallllyyy... very bad..ly...so sexy."
"SEXY...WHAT!"
"YOU M...wait...why are we yelling?"
"It's called shock and now hand that dust pan to me before it ends up back on my floor."
"Yes ma'am!"
M rolls her eyes as she takes the dustpan full of glass out of his unstable hands and moves into the kitchen to dispose of it. Bond manages to follow. M turns back around and bumps her head right into Bond's chest.
"BOND...give me some bloody room!"
Bond moves two steps back and leans against the counter watching her intently.
M returns to the other room and then back to the kitchen with more glass and the broom. Once she puts away the implements she walks to the sink, rinses her hands and fills the kettle.
M will sober him up and god knows she could use the calm, relaxing, restorative properties of tea right about now.
Bond just stares at her while she moves about the kitchen getting the tea-pot ready along with bread that she begins toasting.
"Butter or jam?"
Bond sulks at being ignored. "Can't I have both?"
"Oh all right Bond, don't sound as if I have just tossed out your favourite toy...yes, you may have butter and jam."
M takes out the bread and fixes it for him as she would one of her children or grandchildren.
M finally looks back at the drunken dolt and despite his inebriated state, his eyes pierced into hers making her feel uncomfortable. Her heart does a small flip...she may be old but she remembers that look.
M has seen it on occasion but it has been a while. She shakes her head refusing to give voice to the possibility. The water is ready and she pours it into the pot and places it all on a the kitchen table.
M sits and then glances quickly up at Bond again. "You may sit."
Bond moves around to her side of the table and turns his chair to face her profile. M slides a cup of tea towards hims without looking at him. She is resting her elbows on the table with her cup in her hands, staring at the stove and not turning to look at Bond.
Bond inches his chair closer to her as if willing her to turn and bitch at him. M is certain that any acknowledgement of his proximity will be her downfall.
Bond is...well he has been trained to...hand picked by her because...well... it is obvious to anyone with eyes that...James Bond is the most incredibly sexy man in the entire bloody country.
To have him turn that laser like focus on her in a sexual way...is...disconcerting. Thankfully she will never have to admit nor acknowledge these thoughts and because of his inebriation he will be horribly embarrassed later.
This will be amusing for her at least. It will be enough to be able to tease him at work...she may even be able to get him to obey commands and guilt him into returning his equipment in one piece.
Bond lowers his cup and emits a harumph...without looking at him, M can tell he is unhappy at being ignored. Bond really is a needy child when it come to attention.
Truth be told M can barely trust herself to look into those amazing eyes of his.
Aye...there is the rub...she would love to get lost in them just like every other mark that has fallen into bed with him.
M cannot do such a thing...it would be wrong.
"M...can I sleep here tonight?"
"You can take the sofa but make yourself scarce in the morning."
"No...I wanna...make love to you."
"BOND!"
James grabs her hands in his, forcing her to look at him. "Will you let me warm your bed M?"
M looks at him...the tea and food as helped him to form coherent sentences. However, what he is saying is not reassuring her any.
"No 007 and it is completely inappropriate for you to even ask such a thing."
Bond actually looks disappointed...he actually wants to sleep with her.
"I love you M...you must have...figured out...that...by now."
"No...why on earth would I ever think that?"
"I am here...that says it all. I come here after every mission...even if you are asleep...most times you never know. Once you were not even in country and I... just sat here and drank up your essence...everything...about...you."
"More likely that you drank up all my good Scotch."
"Why are you so stubbornly beautiful?"
"What? Bond...I want you to answer this very carefully. Did you break in here when my husband was alive?"
"Yes."
"Christ Bond! What the hell were you thinking! Did he ever catch you?"
"No."
"I should fire you here and now."
"But you won't...you love me...admit it."
"I WILL NOT!"
"Come on M...admit it...you can't resist me."
"You truly overestimate your abilities where I'm concerned 007."
Bond let's go of her hands...looking forlorn and suddenly interested is staring at her bare feet crossed under her chair.
"I thought you would...the alcohol made me...I was brave because of it."
M's concerned now...she shakes her hands free and stands up to clean the plates, cups and saucers. The best way to ignore the increasing tension of the moment.
As M deposits the dishes in the sink she feels the sudden warmth of him behind her. She inhales and stiffens straight scared of what may happen next.
"James you may stay over. It will be safer if you wait until morning and sober. I will get you a blanket and sheet for the sofa."
Bond's arms snake around her waist and he presses up against M's back. Her breath involuntarily catches in her throat. M closes her eyes...momentarily enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against her.
Bond will not remember everything or she can easily explain away any delay in her separation from his body heat. It is the wonderful sensation of encompassing warmth and one which she's been missing for quite some time.
"007 please move away...I am immune to your charms... and far too old for you to be playing with."
"You are not old and I have never wanted or needed any woman more than I need you...M...M...I love you. After...after Vesper died...you in the snow...standing like an angel to save me from myself. I never left you...I said... I never left but what I meant was I never left YOU. I will...never...ever...leave...you."
M turns to look at him finally after hearing what he said. Bond is still touching her. In all the years she has know him this is the first time he has touched her for any prolonged period.
M pulls his hands off her hips and then places one hand on his chest to keep him from leaning towards her. Bond's trying to bloody well kiss her. M moves her head from side to side diverting in advance of his presently uncoördinated lips.
This is getting ridiculous. "BOND! Will you stop that nonsense and let me go make up the sofa for you. I would like to get a little sleep tonight."
"M...I want you...you must want me...let me…"
M extricates herself from his grasp and moves to the door of the kitchen. She is getting angry now.
"NO! Stay here!"
M quickly moves upstairs to the linen closet and grabs the first items she can find. She flustered and doesn't trust him not to follow her up here and try to maneuver her into bed.
Bond is going to feel like a class A idiot tomorrow not to mention hung over.
M comes down to the living room and begins making the sofa. Bond is still leaning up against the kitchen door frame...just watching her.
"Come on then... bed's made."
Bond moves into the room and removes his suit jacket, tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He toes off his shoes and socks and pauses to look at her with a smirk.
Bond exaggeratedly, removes his shirt exposing his chest to her with a wink.
"Like what you see M?"
M scoffs, "Bond, you never saw my husband in his youth...you cannot compare."
This is not completely the truth but he will never know. Nigel was taller than Bond and very handsome with his thick dark curls.
Bond frowns and opens his belt. He looks back up to her to make sure M is watching as his trousers hit the floor. It would have been the ultimate finale of his seduction act had he not been so drunk that he tripped over them as he tries to step out of them.
M begins to chuckle at him as he falls on the sofa. In the last moments of his barely controlled stumble Bond's hand lashes out and grabs M's arm pulling her towards him and off-balance.
M lands atop Bond's chest with a shocked look on her face. She immediately pushes up off his chest to try to get up. Bond pulls her closer….always one to take advantage of any situation he pulls her into a kiss.
Now if this had been Nigel...drunk and acting like this she would have humoured him with a kiss but then laughed and told him to go to sleep.
Even if M admits that she has always wanted to be kissed by Bond she would never have wanted him stinking drunk and tasting like a distillery, toast and tea.
Fantasy always allows for the perfect situation and the perfect ambiance for seduction.
Not the smelly, booze addled reality that presents itself to her now. M pulls away. Bond's actions have forced her to punish him.
M does not want to be cruel but Bond has always required a firmer hand then most.
M slaps him once she manages to pull away...hard to do because of the angle of her body lying partly on his chest and part on the floor.
M stands and straightens her pyjama top. Thank god she is not wearing the slip she wore the evening before last. Tonight she has mens style silk pyjamas that are dark grey in colour.
"Stop that! Good night Bond, go to sleep."
Bond looks up at her with what can only be called puppy dog eyes. "M...I would like a dozen more of your kisses goodnight."
"Bond I did not kiss you...you kissed me and I will excuse it only because of the drink. I will not argue with a drunk man and you and I will be discussing this tomorrow."
"If you are not going to argue then come here...get back on top of me….kiss me...dozens more...times. I can make you feel like a million... M"
M turns and walks to the stairs. Christ she bets he could...even in his diminished state.
M is too old and too bloody tired for this.
James Bond is not her lover he's her killer.
M goes to the bathroom and takes in her disheveled appearance. It makes her begin to laugh...imagine if Nigel had still been alive. They would have laughed about this...he may have even been jealous had Bond come here to seduce her while drunk.
M climbs back into bed and quickly falls to sleep...she dreams of her husband and his anger at her with a drunk agent in their home.
The alarm rudely intrudes on her sleep as M stumbles into the shower. She is applying her makeup in her dressing gown when she remembers that there may still be a drunk agent on her sofa.
M hears a noise on the stairs and her spine stiffens...he wouldn't dare...would he?
Bond knocks at her door and then opens it as she whirls around.
"Bond! Really! Why are you barging into my room?"
"M...I needed to see if you were alright. I didn't hurt you last night did I?"
M relaxes as she sees the desperate look of worry on the poor boy's face.
"No Bond...you did not but you did force a kiss on me and that is never acceptable."
As M predicted Bond paled as the realization hits him what he actually did 5 hours earlier.
"No it isn't...I am sorry M." Bond moves further into her room. M's confusion must be evident on her face because he quickly grasps her hand and brings it to his lips.
"I knew you would never allow me to kiss you so I pushed you...I know it was wrong but I really wanted a kiss. I was a brute but I would very much like to kiss you again."
"Bond? What is going on with you?"
"I think I am in love."
"You think...well that is not very concrete...am I to believe that I am the subject of this love."
"Yes...I know I am in love with you. Is that more acceptable?"
"Not at all...nor is you being in here with me in nothing but a dressing gown. Bond... this will not be happening again… will it?"
Bond frowns. "That depends M...maybe you will invite me in sometime."
M scoffs, "Bond I should fire you for this...you do understand that you are risking your career."
"Yes and I don't bloody well care!"
"Bond! After all you worked for...after all our training?"
"Nothing compares to you M."
"Are you still drunk?"
"Perhaps a little but still willing to admit that I broke into your flat because I wanted to make love to you."
"As if?"
"Yes...and I use make love in all seriousness M...I have never made love to a woman in my life...Vesper may have been the closest but our coupling always seemed desperate and fast...likely because it was fleeting and she bloody well knew it."
"So you think you want to make love to your boss? Believe it or not Bond you are not the first agent fascinated by the authoritative woman in your life."
"No...did any of them...succeed M?"
"WHAT! No...believe this or not but I was happily married and I did not ever bring work home with me in that regard. You...you are the only agent that has ever intruded on my home without invitation but that stops here."
"M...please...I said I was sorry. What is wrong with me checking up on you once in a while?"
"Bond...no it is inappropriate. What if my gentleman friend was here...it would have been a disaster."
M is not seeing anyone but Bond does not need to know that and he needs shocking... into correcting his inappropriate behaviour.
"M? Who?"
"You do not need to know."
Bond grabs her arms and turns from very shocked, to looking very vicious and intense. "WHO?"
"BOND! LEAVE NOW!"
Bond looks shocked by her outburst and by what he has done. He releases her arms and moves to her door. He glances back at her looking devastatingly hurt.
"I will wait for you downstairs M. Or do you want me out?"
M softens. "Bond...go home...get some sleep and report to me later today. Call Tanner to make an appointment."
Bond holds her eyes for a moment and then leaves her room, closing the door. M released the breath she was holding. Her heart is pounding in her chest. Christ this is bloody ridiculous.
Bond could have hurt her...she really should reprimand him but the look in his eyes...the pain...he was viciously angry that she claimed having a lover.
M will speak to the psychologist today. Bond may be too dangerous to keep in country long if he continues to engage in this fantasy that she will become his lover.
M feels sick. If only their lives could be simple enough to act on these feelings.
Unfortunately that is not the world they live in. Quiet desperation...is the English way.
M could deny it and sweep it all under the rug but then he will continue to break in.
James Bond is a fine tuned weapon that needs sex and danger to live. M cannot be that outlet for him. No matter how much she may want to be.
M will chew him out at work and give him horrible tasks as punishment. Bond will not dare come here again and he will eventually move on from his infatuation with her.
This is the only logical solution and very practical.
Seriously, what could possibly go wrong?
Considering continuing from James' point of view and calling it *BURN*
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