Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Also this is short, messy and does not make a lot of sense.
He drinks her up like a liquor:
three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet;
dry, cool, slightly spicy and utterly intoxicating.
Vesper is what she whispers unto her skin.
Shaken over ice, prepared exactly to your liking Mr Bond, is what she whispers in return.
Then she smiles debauchedly, and the utmost will cannot keep him from shivering under her touch.
...
She is all salt and tremble and lies, lies, lies, lies.
Heavy breaths,
sensual red lips that crush his own,
eyelashes that never flutter,
not even as he sinks into her with all the force
because yeah, he's always liked his Martini shaken not stirred and his girls fucked well.
When they're finished,
she laughs with the beautiful laugh of hers and he for once doesn't walk away.
Instead he takes her into his arms
to kiss her once again.
...
She tastes almost like love..
Almost but not quite.
(He savours the taste anyway.)
...
Sometimes
when he kisses her goodnight
and watches her sleep in his bed
in his arms
or steer that boat
he almost believes it'll be different this time.
(Even 007 has his sentimental moments.)
...
They make tender love and and play pretend
and he makes plans that, for a change, don't involve death and misery.
It is a brand new situation
but he kind of likes the new routine.
He likes it a lot - way better than selling his soul to the government –
so he feels truly happy when he resignes a week later.
I've oficially given up everything for you, he tells Vesper jokingly as he sends the message to M.
Oh not everything, James... Not your most prized posession, she says and then laughs, amused at his puzzled expression. I believe you still have your Omega watches on.
...
((When she leaves, she takes everything with her.
His deranged little soul
is just as dead as the body he clenches in his arms.
He's lucky he didn't have much of the soul to lose.
Even more so to never really love her anyway.
So he puts his armour back on
and grabs the gun.
He doesn't cry - and never drinks Vesper again.))
...
James, I want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than any I've known.
FIN