"And Bond" Mallory calls out, "Wish her a speedy recovery."

"Yes sir."

6 weeks later…Scotland

James crossed the room quietly. M was sleeping on the sofa. The rain was softly falling against the window.

James knelt beside the sofa, bent his head down softly kissing the skin below M's collarbone. She stirred from sleep, whispered his name, and grasped his face between her hands bringing his lips to hers. His arms wrapped around her body pulling her close. The kiss was full of longing and growing in urgency. James pulled back slightly.

"How are you feeling?" Searching her eyes for an answer.

"Sore" James frowned.

"I'm healing, it just takes time." James lowered his right hand down the side of her body to the gunshot wound on her lower left back. The worried look in his eyes clearly evident.

"I missed you."

"And I you" M caressed his cheek while gazing into his eyes.

James kissed a line down her jaw and lingered on her neck. He felt her pulse quicken as she softly gasped.

"James… I need you"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"You won't, I'll tell you if it's too much"

"Where's Kinkaid?" Bond noticing for the first time they were alone.

"He's out buying supplies, we have time."

M began to rise from the sofa making James shift to stand. He saw her wince in pain even though she tried to hide it.

"Stop worrying and get my pain medication from the kitchen." She took the breakthrough pain medication hoping it would work quickly.

"I'll need around 20 minutes for that to be effective, so let's go slow with the fore play hum?"

M stood and led James by the hand into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

James pulled her to him, his hands just under the curve her of breasts, pressing her back into his erection. He began kissing her neck, just below her ear.

Her knees were weak; her weight was being supported almost fully by Bonds arms.

He untied her dressing gown and let it slip to the floor; He turned her to face him. The urgency of need was shown through her every fiber, fingers working quickly to undo the buttons on his shirt, her mouth hungrily seeking his, her quickened breathing. Throwing his shirt to the floor they fell back onto the bed.

"Fuck the 20 minutes, I need you now." Shedding the rest of their clothes in haste.