D was sat on a bench in the park, just around the corner from the MI6 base, when she heard the crunching of leaves behind her. The smell of aftershave drifting through the air screamed only one thing.
James.
D turned around and her suspicions were confirmed. The tall agent moved towards the bench she was on and sat himself down next to her.
"Hello, babe." He smiled, looking straight ahead.
"Hello, darling." She replied, not making eye contact either. They kept up this façade for a while, but they couldn't hold it. They both turned to look at each other, James' eyes meeting D's brown ones. He cocked his head to the side, looking just like an adorable puppy.
"You're not wearing your glasses." He said, puzzled.
D laughed. "No, I got contact lenses. What do you think?"
Bond pouted, and then nodded. "It suits you. But either way, you still look stunning."
D blushed. "Why are you here? I thought today was your day off? Don't you usually get drunk on your day off?" She questioned. It was Bond's turn to blush.
"Just because I like to drink, does not mean I go out and get drunk whenever possible." He claimed, not fooling anyone.
"Yes, you do." D lectured. "But it doesn't bother me. Not when you're here, with me."
Bond wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her gently on the cheek. "I'd rather be here for one day with you, than at the pub for a year."
"I'll take that as a compliment." D giggled. Bond hugged her close and rested his head on top of hers.
"I think." He mumbled into her soft brown hair. "That would be a very good idea."
D turned her head up to face him. "Why's that?"
"Because I've seen what you do when you're angry." He laughed. D pressed her lips to his. When they broke apart, Bond whispered,
"I love you, D."
"I love you too, James."
The words drifted off into the wind, away from the two lovers on the park bench.