Part Two: Desire

Post Quantum of Silence

Warning: Mature sexual situations. Mature, flashback sex scenes.

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Damn it M! Would you stop shouting in the ear bud!

"Would you do what you are bloody well told too for Christ sake!"

If you were here seeing what I am seeing you would understand why I cannot do as you command!

"Fine! Do it your way, you always do!"

Bond sighs and attempts to do as M commanded even though he knew it would never work.

Two hours later Bond is still fuming because he lost his target. He refuses to call her to rub it in that he failed because he obeyed her.

Instead he has a drink while on his hotel room bed leaning on the headboard with pillows propped under his leg to keep the swelling down. Bags of ice on either side of his left ankle.

Bond's pissed off at M so he refuses to call her…sent all the details to Tanner instead…she will fume over that one. Bond closes his weary eyes and imagines what she is doing at this moment.

This is always dangerous territory for him…the fantasy of being there with her. Bond is too angry with M.

They have been lovers since her husband died. M always had a soft spot for him and truth be told he's been infatuated with her for years before he ever made 00.

It would be 8 o'clock in London and M should be at home having a soak right about now…hopefully thinking about him.

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Powerful emotions draw them together like moths to a flame…the first time…it was a culmination of every sexual fantasy one could ever have for a powerful...mother figure. That M also holds his life in the palm of her hand is just icing on the sexual frustration cake.

It didn't go the way he thought it would...once his feelings bubbled to the surface and he laid himself bare for her...she treated him like he was the last thing she needed. But it was a lie, she hid her heart from him...but she needed him just as badly he could feel it in her kiss.

Nigel died and Bond snuck into the flat as soon as he returned to Britain. The plan was to leave some flowers and a card but she woke up and came downstairs.

Bond stood at the bottom of the stairs watching her walk down an absolute vision...sleep rumpled hair and bloodshot eyes. M was wearing a pale green satin dressing gown and matching satin night-gown with lace straps.

The widow, mother, grandmother and boss of James Bond's life looked shocked and angry. Still M makes James' heart beat quicken and mouth feel dry...desire...pure desire.

No other woman has ever done this to James so suddenly and it is a shock to his system. It's as if he is seeing M for the first time...completely different...ageless beauty with an icy glare. He cannot even speak but he knows she is about to let loose on him for intruding on her domain again.

Bond's eyes close momentarily as he remember 10 years earlier as she stood smirking at him in a stunning burgundy evening gown. M does not look happy as shakes the sleep from her head.

M bitches at him but her eyes hold such grief he just wants to hold her comfort her but then everything snaps into focus….because he does wrap her in his arms and amazingly enough...she allows it.

Holding M as she cries…Bond begins kissing the tracks of tears…tasting the saltiness of them. Bond's mouth meets her neck and in that moment he realizes what he is actually doing…he freezes and in that moment she stiffened in his embrace realizing what was happening also.

Bond feathered light kisses along her neck and jaw line and nipped at her ear. He has no idea where he got the nerve but she deserved an explanation.

"I have always wanted to do this…since the day I met you…as your driver. You are the greatest fantasy of my life M."

M pulls away and just stares at him…her tears drying. A look of shock and disbelief on her face.

"Are you insane Bond?"

"No."

"Why on earth would you want an old woman like me?"

"I don't see your age I see who you are."

"How long?"

"Since the day I met you and drove you to work…overheard that sexy conversation between you and your husband. I already mentioned that M."

"How long has this contest been going on?"

"What?"

"This has to be a put up…at work. Let's see who can shag the boss…others have tried you know."

Bond frowns very seriously. "I know that...but recently?"

"Don't you know that already…they never try more than once...I see to that."

"I had no idea this was still going on….who are they...what are their names?"

"At least you had the decency to wait until Nigel died. Why the hell do you want to know? What do you mean still going on?"

M is getting pissed, Bond can tell but so was he.

"I want to send them a message…how dare they…try…to…touch you! I have spent the last 10 years warning anyone within ear shot to keep their hands off you regardless of how hot they think you are."

M laughs in bitter amusement.

"Give the act a rest Bond…you may think you are the best we can offer the world in seduction and gall but you are not and I am not playing your games. Now leave before I fire you!"

Bond is frustrated…he never thought he would get this chance, and surely will not again.

"I am not lying nor trying to seduce you on a whim or for some bloody contest M! I want you…all of you! I want to pleasure you and make you forget the pain of losing him. Let me…I promise I will not say a word if you wish to keep this a secret."

M looked at him for a while assessing all possibilities and then shrugged her shoulders and sighed, far too tired to fight her attraction to Bond anymore.

M has no intention of making this easy on him...she will not be his fantasy come true and swoon in his arms whispering promises of love...like any of the long-legged beauties he usually takes to bed...she is beyond that sort of game.

One...life long love...one man and he gut-wrenchingly left her 10 days ago. Her best friend, the love of her life was gone.

Bond...he...he is something else...fire and passion. Is Bond enough to warm the chill in her old bones?

Once Bond has her he will leave her...alone...he can't possibly want a relationship.

"All right Bond. You think you have the power to make me forget, a man who was father to my children and lived along side me for 45 years? I will give you this one opportunity. This one-off will never be mentioned and you will not skulk about my house again!"

Bond pulls her aggressively towards him and locks his lips on hers. M returns the kiss with equal fervour making Bond moan as he backs her roughly up against the wall in his barley contained excitement.

Pinning M against the wall, Bond holds her head in one hand and snakes the other around to grab her ass and pull her groin up against his obvious arousal.

Bond brutally attacks her mouth in a lust that surprises him. Bond suddenly realizes these intense feelings have barely been held in check for the years he has admired her.

M pushed him away suddenly and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I'm not one of your young things that likes being pushed around in your haste to rut away at your pace. Follow me and behave yourself Bond or I will send you away and you will obey all commands to stop that I put forward…or else."

Bond merely nods, not trusting his voice as her admonishment arouses him more than the feeling of her generous breast pressed up against his body.

Bond follows her down the hall into the bedroom. The room does not smell like her. This is the spare bedroom…she cannot soil her marriage bed with the likes of him. M is truly brutal sometimes.

Bond realizes suddenly that this is the moment he has wanted for so long but there is confusion swirling around him…something is not…it is not how he dreamed it would be.

"Don't just stand there staring Bond take your clothes off so we can get this over with."

M sits on the bed calmly, facing Bond standing in front of her.

"NO! I will not do it like this."

M smiles knowingly. "Last minute remorse or performance anxiety with one as old as me?"

"Remorse…no…confusion yes. This is not even your room…you care nothing…what was your plan clamp your eyes shut, turn your face away and think of England."

"Something like that I'm sure. It's not like I don't believe that you can get me off Bond…we did have you well-trained. You may even feel pleasure in the act…regardless of the aged subject that I am. I am sure you will be adequate enough for the task."

"What if I want to be more?"

"More than adequate? That would involve feelings Mr. Bond. My feelings for you 007, currently run the gamut from amused to loathsome, frustration. I did feel intrigued by you during the Quantum case but I was also angry. Strawberry Fields did not need seducing but you did and she died for it. I am not emotionally yours and never will be because women are merely toys to you 007 and I am no man's toy!"

"Some are, that's true, but not all...never you."

"Vesper? Did you really lose your heart to her? Was she your first real love? I thought she might be and that is why I followed you to Russia. I felt bad for you and now you are doing the same...feeling bad for me because of Nigel. Although, I never offered you sex to forget…never dreamt that one such as yourself would want such a thing."

"But I did and do…more than you can understand."

"Oh I understand a great deal Bond. I know how frustrating it is to not get what or who you want."

"You wanted someone else? But your husband?"

"Once many years ago…does that surprise you?"

"Not really, I cannot imagine being together as long as you and Nigel…who was he?"

"Who said it was a he?"

Bond looks up at her in surprise…there is so much about her…he has no idea about her life. He presents her with a lecherous smile at the image of her trying to seduce another woman and doing it.

"I see that your mind works in predictable ways Bond and I am not talking about sex…I am talking about revenge."

"For what M?"

"Never mind…it was long ago and she bedded my husband."

"Jealousy is a bitch isn't it M?"

"Yes and so am I Bond, now take your kit off or leave."

Bond stands before her now so confused he drops to his knees before her and shuffles over to the bed putting his hands on her knees he opens them and moves closer.

"I want more than this M."

"Don't be absurd you will take what I offer or you will leave. You cannot make me love you if that is what you've romanticized."

"Yes, that is what I want, and I know now that pleasuring you physically…would be amazing but will not make you feel anything more than disinterest now."

"Good...you're becoming more observant Bond now leave."

"No…I'm not going anywhere. I want to help you feel alive again and I think you know you need that or you would never have allowed me here to your spare room."

Bond pulls her into a very gentle kiss. Bond's kisses have changed from the physical passion from before to an entirely new exploration of her mouth. Trailing whispers of kisses down her neck and throat. All the while he removes her dressing gown and it slides off her shoulders.

Bond's thumb trails along her collar-bone and slides the strap of her green night-gown down over her shoulder trailing small delicate kisses along the path.

Bond's mouth trails down to her now exposed breast as he pauses to stare through eyes hooded in passion and amazement. He kisses his way to her nipple and gently takes the tip into his mouth to gently suckle.

M's sudden inhale of breath makes his eyes flash up at hers as he takes in the flush of her face as he licks her nipple and pulls the other strap of her gown off the other shoulder exposing the second luxurious breast that he palms in his hand and gently caresses. His thumb caresses her nipple as his mouth works the other.

M has begun to slink back on her elbows as Bond presses his advantage and hovers over her half-naked body. Bond has not removed a single article of his own clothing and M has made not move to even touch him.

Bond is cataloguing all the sensations, the feeling her skin and smell of her perfume in his nose. This may not go much longer and he is leaking in his pants for want of her.

Bond's mouth finds the other nipple as his free hand pulls the night-gown down over her hips. He gently trails his fingers along her hip and thigh as he mouths her breast like a starving child.

M begins to moan and bites her lip.

Bond's fingers hook the waistband of her knickers and pull them down. This is the test…to see how far she is willing to let him take things.

M shifts her self off the mattress to allow him to remove the offending article of clothing over her sexy ass. Bond pulls them down her short legs and over her feet to discard with the night-gown on the floor by his knees.

Bond opens her legs again to move back between them trailing kisses down her belly to her inner thighs. M's still propped on her elbows watching him intently. He fearlessly meets her eyes and smirks at her as he draws his tongue up her sex suddenly, all the while watching her eyes widen in shock and desire.

One taste was not enough as Bond buries his face in her sex as his hands fondle her nipples and M throws her head back panting in want.

"Fuck M…you taste so good."

M begins to groan. "Ah…ah..oooh..mmmmnn… christ…oh god…"

"For me M!"

"Ahh…ahh…ahh…James!"

M's bottom rises off the bed in her orgasm and as he gives her a moment to come down from the hight of her orgasm and relax on the bed yet again.

Bond gently insert a finger to test M…she is very wet now. Bond runs his tongue up to her sensitivity that makes her lift her pelvis off the bed again in response.

Bond inserts a finger then another and begins to thrust them inside her as his tongue begins to lick and pressure her pleasure centre again.

M has now collapsed completely on her back as she grabs the blanket of the bed in her small hands as she begins to perspire and thrash with the rolling sensations.

Bond's mesmerized by her as she fights the pleasure overcoming her. He ruts against her bed and is very close to his own release.

M's undone by pleasure rising from her core to her mouth as she lets loose another surprised scream as Bond brings her off again.

"Bond...stop…stop…please…enough."

As M's body pleasure becomes painful Bond gently kisses her once more. He is so close to his own orgasm, sweat is building on his brow but he pants through it, pushing it away while staring down at this incredible woman.

M pants, catching her own breath on the bed before looking up at him with a look of intrigue and want. M lies back and closes her eyes again…to hide her desire for him.

Bond's filled with passion and need, christ he wants her so badly he is shaking.

Bonds crawls up her body and his lips close over her erect nipple again. Bond bites at both to get her to open her eyes and look at him. He needs to see that look again…he would do anything…just to see her look at him like she wants him as badly as he wants her.

"M…M please look at me...so incredibly sexy M...I want you to know that before I leave. You mean a great deal to me…let that sink in and if you ever need me…I will be around."

With that Bond kisses her gently on the lips and stands turns and leaves a shocked naked M, still panting on the bed of her spare room. Only a short distance from the room in which she made love to her husband of so many years.

The next evening Bond and M began a tumultuous affair…they fight as passionately as they make love but Bond thinks that M is still holding herself away from him.

Bond doesn't think M really loves him. She won't let herself love him, because she's scared that he will leave her...that she is too old for him.

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The booze and pain killers for Bond's injured ankle are making him slip in and out…a perpetual haze of daydreams of M…his lover…a woman that he would like to make his wife.

M would scoff and tell him he is being foolish to even say such a thing but damn it all, he loves her.

Bond sleeps with a lot of women…as part of his job but at home she is the one he goes to…even after she makes him feel about three years old in her office.

Years ago, an agent he knew named Rolston said he thought M was smart, sassy but completely emasculating, and she is exactly that.

Bond's memory goes back again to those first few highly sexual encounters with M.

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Bond realizes that he shocked M with what he did and the night before, he could tell by her demeanour the next day in her office.

M was cool and efficient, looking at Bond over the paperwork while he gave his report. The report was given and Tanner leaves the office. Bond stands over her desk smiling.

"I would like to take you to dinner tonight M."

"Don't be absurd Bond."

"Or we could eat in at your flat."

"I am busy tonight."

"Call me if your plans change."

"Bond…go do some work."

Bond leaves her office and finds out that M has a date with an old friend…a male friend.

Bond being Bond, he follows the two of them watching their interactions. Bond stomach flips and his heart constricts to see them flirt and touch each other.

Back at her flat later M asks the man in for a drink. Bond sneaks in the back of her flat and hides in the spare room on the bed that he enjoyed her on the evening before.

Bond is waiting for her guest to leave…he almost runs downstairs when he thinks he hears them making out on the sofa.

Luckily the man leaves and M locks the door. Bond walks down the stairs as M stares at him open-mouthed in shock and anger.

"GET OUT!"

"M I want you…I think after last night you want me too."

"Arrogant bastard!"

Bond walks forward and pulls her into a hug resting his chin on the top of her now snow-white head. Bond remembers when she was blonde…her conversation on the phone with Nigel. He can feel her try to worm her way out of his embrace, vibrating in anger and hopefully arousal.

"I remember the time I was your driver for two weeks…I remember the sweetness of the conversation you had on your phone with your husband…how he wanted me to promise not to sleep with you but I said I couldn't make that promise. Do you remember that M?"

"Yes."

"That was the most romantic thing I have ever heard and I still think about that…about the way you flirted with him."

M began to shake in laughter and then began to tear up in his arms.

"Don't cry M…I wanted to let you know how deeply I fell for you then. Rolston…you may not remember him but he had a crush on you. I didn't understand his infatuation until I drove you to work that day. Since then you have burned brightly in my heart."

"You are a womanizing agent who loves the thrill of the bloody chase…I know I will regret this eventually."

"Regret what M?"

M pulls him down to her in a searing kiss. M holds him by the neck as their tongues battle for supremacy.

Bond moan into her mouth and picks her up suddenly and carries her upstairs into the spare room.

Bond knows that M is not ready to take him into her bedroom yet and at this moment Bond doesn't bloody well care where…he just needs her now.

They pull at each other's clothing in the heated need to feel and taste skin. Bond remembers her taste from the night before as he pulls off her jacket and she works his tie off over his head.

Bond begins on the buttons on her blouse and the button on her skirt…it drops to the floor and so does the blouse. Bond stands back and begins helping her by pulling his shirt over his head.

M's hand runs down his chest…Bond grabs them stopping their progress to his pants and his throbbing member.

"Fuck M…you are so beautiful."

They tumble on the bed…M pushing his pant off his hips as she wraps her small hand around his member.

"M…MMM stop…don't touch…it's loaded and there is only one place I want this to go off."

"Bond we have all night…"

"Saucy minx…"

Bond unhooks her bra and throws it on the floor. Fevered kisses trail from her mouth to her neck down her chest. His mouth finds her nipple and begins sucking and licking until she writhes beneath him, arching her chest up closer to him.

Bond's hand travel lower and dips into her panties teasing her fevered flesh. Bond pulls away from her breast resting up on his haunches to look down at her and slowly removes her stockings and panties caressing her skin gently as he does.

"Bond…hurry…I'm old but not dead, in case you have not noticed."

"I had noticed…how beautiful…sexy…my god M. I'm not going to last long the first time."

"Bond are you saying you plan on being bad for our first joining?"

M sits up and grabs his cock and strokes it gently as she watches Bond's eyes close. M moves her mouth over the head and gives it a nip as his eyes shoot open and darken in desire.

M can feel him tense as she licks and works the shaft with her hand. M takes as much as possible into her mouth as he screams her name…her real name.

M takes what he gives her as her hand continues to stroke his now flaccid member.

"You should not use my real name…until I give you permission."

"M…christ…I'm sorry."

Bond leans down panting and begins trailing kisses on her collar-bone and neck while she continues to touch him. Bond is already hardening again in her grasp.

Their kissing deepens and she moans into his mouth. Bond leans her back on the bed and hovers over her as his hand slips into the slick heat of her sex. Bond spend a lot of time on M's breasts as she moans beneath him.

"Bond….dear boy…I need…"

"What do you need M? Lube…my tongue…anything."

"I need you inside me…now."

Bond moves between her knees and presses into her slowly.

"Fuck M…you feel…amazing…are you ok?"

M caresses Bond's face with her hand. "I am wonderful…don't treat me like I'm different…move…move."

Bond hovers over her face looking at her intently. "Different how?"

"You would be rutting away at a younger woman…you are treating me like I will break because I'm old."

Bond frowns as she begins to move against him. "I am not doing….ahhh…because of your age…christ slow down M. But…because… I want to make love to you."

M stops moving and looks into his eyes attempting to gauge if he is playing her.

After last night M planned on taking him to bed and keeping him a secret lover. She may be old but she still has an inch that needs scratching from time to time, but this…she did not expect this.

"I wasn't lying M…I have fallen deep for you."

"You are deep in me now and hardly taking advantage…so move."

"Yes ma'am."

Bond kisses her passionately and rocks against her gently but firmly.

M settles into his rhythm and kisses him back, her arms caressing his shoulders and nails making trails down his back as she urges him to increase the pace wordlessly with these actions.

Bond's being driven insane by the small noises M is making and the way she moves under him.

"Harder Bond...harder."

M reaches for his ass and pulls him deeper as she places her legs around him more firmly and angles her pelvis up to meet his thrusts.

Bond gets caught in the moment and begins thrusting in earnest. The two of them hold on to each other as they near their release.

Bond whispers in her ear after he climaxes. "M…I love you M…christ I think I alway have."

M softly groans his name and strokes the back of his head, nestled in her neck as they both try to come down from their shared euphoria.

"Sentimental….Bond...you and I….cannot be."

"I disagree and I think you are hiding behind your age. Nigel is gone and life does go on M you did already start dating again. I will be your secret fling M but I would prefer it if you didn't date that man again…or any men for that matter."

M notices the intent way his is looking at her and still holding her as they lie on their sides.

"I may need to see other men to divert others away from this rather inappropriate office romance."

Bond growls in her ear. "M…I don't want to share you."

"Bond…you cannot possibly love me…it is ridiculous and after tonight…we will see if this can continue Bond but if anyone finds out…it will mean my job and possibly yours as well."

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Present day.

"That bitch!"

005 had just left his room and two other agent were there to help Bond to the airport. His mission was a failure all because he did it her way…didn't trust his own instincts.

By evening Bond's been cleared by medical and is drinking in his flat when the buzzer goes. Bond doesn't get guests…he moves to the door and opens it to show M looking very concerned.

"What did you do to yourself?"

"What did I do? I listened to a voice…a sexy annoying voice in my ear that told me to do something and I did and this is what happened!"

"Bond…really…I thought it would work…I'm sorry."

"You need to trust my instincts in the field!"

"Fine! Stop yelling and go get some plates…I brought you some dinner."

Bond in his anger hadn't even notices the take away package in her hand.

Sometime the two of them were fantastic, sometime they fought and sometimes they made the most passionate love imaginable.

Tonight they sit an eat dinner in bitter silence.

M finally breaks through the silence with her explanation.

"Those on high are breathing down my neck…they want me to retire so I thought controlling you more would stop their grumbling."

"M…don't let it get to you."

"Bond…I came here tonight to break this off. This...this has been amazing but you need to move on and it's no longer safe for me…I need to do this job…it is the only thing I know…it drives me since...Nigel died...you know this. I cannot risk it for a tumble between the sheets, no matter how pleasurable you make it."

"M…no…no…how can you end it? I'm sorry. I will follow instructions..."

"I told you at the beginning that you would obey my wishes, and leave when I asked you. I never intended to become emotionally involved…I need you to move on now…I am too old for you and you need to move on."

"M…I want you…I don't want anyone else."

M stands up and clears the dishes going into his kitchen.

"I've stayed here too long as it is Bond. I have enemies that are tracing my movements. You being incapacitated has made this plausible but we can no longer see each other. I will miss you…but please respect my wishes on this."

M avoids his eyes as much as she can…she grabs his hand for a moment and brings it to her trembling lips. Tears are welling in her eyes and his breath catches as he realizes that this is it…she is going to walk out and leave him here on his bad ankle.

Bond is unable to catch her as she reaches for her coat and bag and quickly leaves his flat and the most fulfilling relationship he has ever been in.