A/N: First off, a thank you to C.Q, Jenna and Osage for the reviews! I'm glad you guys are liking the story so far. Sévérine's early relationship with Silva will definitely be a big part of this fic in the next upcoming chapters so stay tuned :)
Sévérine stared at the two empty champagne glasses on the table. She had gotten ahead of herself and set them out in anticipation of Bond's arrival, they were meant to be a symbol of celebration, a toast to her new future; her liberation from Silva. However, a quick glance at the clock on the wall told her that the end of the allotted hour was drawing near. She looked out of the boat window eagerly, expecting him to emerge from the shadow of night. But James Bond was nowhere to be seen.
She heard a sudden quick knock at the door. "Yes?" Sévérine called out. Her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, deep in her heart she knew he would show up.
But her face fell when she saw that it was one of Silva's henchmen.
"It's time to cast off." He said to her.
Sévérine did her best to hide the disappointment on her face. "Alright" she said.
The tall man eyed her suspiciously, before heading back to the upper deck of the boat. She exhaled as she watched the door close behind him. Sévérine was all too familiar with being disappointed, but she hadn't prepared herself for this. She didn't expect to feel so hurt, so hopeless.
She turned away from the champagne glasses. She couldn't bear looking at them any longer. They were as empty as the promises Bond made to her. She walked towards the mirror and scrutinized what was in front of her.
"You're a damn fool." She whispered to her reflection, blaming herself for getting her hopes so high.
A sense of heaviness weighed down on her as she realized that she would never escape, that this was her life and it always would be; no matter how hard she tried to break free, she would forever be ensnared in Silva's grasp.
Sévérine could feel tears stinging behind her eyes, but in that moment she refused to let them fall. She headed towards the shower hoping the water would wash away all the evidence of her sadness.
Beads of warm water poured down over Sévérine. As she stood in the shower, memories from long ago flooded her mind. She wished these memories would swirl down the drain as easily as her tears had, but her past was just another thing in her life that she just couldn't escape.
There had been something about Bond that she noticed at the casino. She couldn't quite figure out what it was. All she knew was that it had been enough to make her believe that he would help her escape from Silva. It was upsetting for her to realize that her only chance at salvation was most likely dead, trashed in some alley dumpster by her so called bodyguards. Now she would never truly understand why she believed in Bond so much. Sévérine sleeked back her wet hair with her hands, allowing the water to rush over her face. She hated feeling so lost.
A sudden strange feeling that someone was watching her caused Sévérine's ears to perk up. Her body stood frozen in fear as she sensed the person coming closer. She assumed it was one of Silva's henchmen looking for something entertaining to do until they arrived on the island, it wouldn't be the first time one of them barged in on her privacy to have their way with her.
She trembled as she felt a pair of cold hands caress her hips, her eyes shut instinctively, dreading what was coming next. Tonight in particular had left her so emotionally drained that she wasn't sure how much of a fight she would be able to put up against whomever was pursuing her this time.
"I like you better without your Beretta." the man said, gently kissing her at the base of her neck.
Sévérine dismissed the fear she had earlier as she heard the familiar voice of Bond. A small sense of relief washed over her, perhaps all her hopes in escaping Silva weren't lost after all.
The vulnerability Sévérine showed only when she was alone had instantly disappeared, to be replaced by the role of temptress that she was so accustomed to switching on in front of men. "I feel naked without it." she said seductively, leaning her body closer to Bond. Bond turned Sévérine around to face him, his arms tightening around her waist.
"I almost thought you wouldn't come." she breathed, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of Bond's face, doing so to reassure herself that Bond was truly standing in front of her and not just a figment of her imagination.
Bond leaned in closer, "I said I would help didn't I?" He gently lifted Sévérine's chin, brushing his lips against hers before kissing her.
Sévérine wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back full force. She tried to remember the last time she had kissed someone the way she was kissing Bond now, with such urgency and intensity. Bond's hands slid over every inch of her body, leaving trails of goose bumps in their wake. She could barely breathe as both of their bodies pressed closer to each other, still she refused to let go. Bond held her solidly as their kiss continued to deepen, her body burning with desire. She felt as though she were melting into his lips.
Everything stopped when Sévérine let out an audible gasp and immediately pushed herself away from Bond, clearly looking shaken.
"What's wrong?" Bond asked with concern, bewilderment was written all across his face.
"Nothing—I…" Sévérine's breathing was ragged and uneven. She took a deep breath to regain her composure, her hands still shaking slightly.
Sévérine cleared her throat "It's nothing." She said more strongly as she got a hold of her emotions. "I thought I heard someone coming in. I assumed it was one of Silva's henchmen." She pretended to look over her shoulder to make the explanation of her sudden behavior more believable.
Bond shut off the water and quickly checked behind the glass shower door, "I secured all the doors after I arrived, if anyone tries barging in, I will be ready for them." He reassured her.
Sévérine nodded, "Thank you." she said. Any slight evidence of fear was now gone from her voice, though her heart was still hammering in her chest.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Bond asked, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Honestly, I'm fine." Severine said, she moved closer to Bond, her face mere inches from his.
"However," she added as she gently stroked Bond's hair away from his eyes, "If you would be so kind, there is one more thing you could do for me."
"Really?" he asked, intrigued. "And what exactly might that be?"
Sévérine smiled seductively, "If I'm not mistaken, you still owe me that second drink Mr. Bond."
Bond chuckled, "Is that right?" he asked. Still not breaking eye contact with her he reached for the white linen towel that was folded neatly over the shower door and wrapped it around his waist. "Well then," he smiled, "I'll get right on it."
Sévérine watched him walk away towards the main room before grabbing her robe and wrapping it around herself. She could feel her hands shaking again. Kissing Bond had made her feel something so familiar that it was impossible for her not to feel scared.
Get ahold of yourself! She demanded inwardly before heading out of the shower to follow Bond.
