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Chapter 2

In the weeks that followed, Rose found herself growing close to Bond. He had a certain charm to him. It made him irresistible. The real problem was, every other woman he encountered, whether it be on a leisurely stroll or a trip to the market, felt the exact same way.

So no matter how much the agent flirted or insinuated, there was no way on earth she would give in to James Bond.

On the last day of the month, Rose woke early. She gasped for breath, coming back to reality. The nightmares had gotten worse over the past month.

Since Bond arrived.

Thankfully Kira was always over at her boyfriend's house, so Bond had been bunking in her room.

Rose pushed the thought from her head. Scrubbing a tired hand down her face, she swung her legs over the side of the small bed. Rising to her feet, Rose ran a hand through her long tresses. Her bangs were wet with cold sweat and clung to her face and neck. A deep sigh shuddered through her slim frame. Her bare feet padded the wood floor as she made her way to the small bathroom. She could hear the sound of the shower on. The door was open just a crack, but Rose could still see the muscled body of her friend through the mist. Uncaring of formalities, the woman entered the bathroom and grabbed a small face cloth. She had to wipe away the nights terrors before they solidified into her consciousness. Not looking to the figure so close on her right, she ran the faucet. Watching the cool water flow into the porcelain bowl made Rose's eyes unfocused; her mind drifting off. Time went by and unwelcome thoughts plagued her.

Suddenly, the woman felt a hand over hers, shutting off the frigid water. Finally focusing, Rose looked down.

The sink had overflowed, water escaping onto the floor. The large hand over hers tightened slightly.

"I think it's full now, Rose," James said, voice filled with mirth. Yet there was something else. Worry at her actions.

Rose's eyes widened as she turned, her eyes meeting Bond's.

"Shit, sorry... I wasn't-"

"-Paying attention?" James smirked. Her eyes tracked the movement. Gulping, the woman moved away. He was clothed only in a white towel which was wrapped low around his hips.

"Knock it off, Bond," she hissed. Even though she had incredible self control, it was still difficult.

Lifting his hands in surrender, he exited the bathroom. Rose sighed in relief.

After she had wiped the remnants of the night from her tanned flesh, she mopped up the water that was all over the floor.

She walked into the kitchen, wary that Bond might still be lacking any form of clothing. Alas, he wore a rumpled light shirt, dark jacket and tan slacks. He looked so... tired. He sat up on one of the wooden bar stools, his head cradled in his arms.

Smiling sadly, Rose approached him, still dressed for bed, which happened to be only a baggy shirt that went to her mid thighs.

"James?" Rose whispered, pressing a comforting hand to his muscled back. He tensed up for only a moment before melting into the touch. Over the month he had been with Rose, had become more used to her subtle touches and calming influence. He turned his head to look at her. Rose's impossibly light green eyes smiled down at him. His heart swelled. A tight smile was all he was able to grant her.

"I'm fine." Was all he said. Rose scowled, only patted his back once before walking around the counter to make a fresh pot of coffee. They sat in silence, the only noise was that of the coffee maker.

"Want some?" Rose asked pleasantly.

James smirked.

"Can you put something stronger in it?"

Rose glared, but retrieved her last bottle of Vodka from a high shelf. Ever since Bond had arrived, he had cleared out most of her alcohol. Apparently, it was never too early to begin nursing a drink for 007.

The woman passed him his coffee. She noticed him perk up as soon as the drink touched his lips.

"I still can't believe you hadn't had coffee until you met me," Rose chuckled.

Bond glared, but continued to drink.

"Well I suppose you do work for MI6. You guys love your tea," she smirked.

"How do you know that?"

"You live in the UK. Don't you all drink some form of tea?"

James scowl deepened at the stereotype. Rose laughed.

"Kidding, James. Jesus, I'm kidding! God, you take yourself so seriously."

His expression lightened as he finished off his coffee. Rose rolled her eyes and had a sip of hers.

"So what's on the schedule for today?" Bond questioned, placing his cup in the sink.

"I was thinking that we could go down to the market, then maybe we could go down to the beach later tonight."

The agent perked up and proceeded shooing her into her room to get changed. She laughed at his actions.

Rose dressed in a teal wrap dress that accented her curves and a large woolen sweater. James entered her room just as she slipped a necklace her head. They looked like dog tags.

He gazed at her form appreciatively. He had tried working all his charms on Rose, but nothing ever seemed to work. She would blush at times and he considered that a victory. The self control on that woman was incredible. Even traipsing around her flat half nude did little to gain her attention. He'd lived a month with this woman, but it honestly felt like a lifetime.

"Stop looking at me like that! I'm young enough to be your daughter!" Rose called over her shoulder at the entranced agent. She couldn't see the shudder of disgust that passed though him at that thought.

The harsh words had done the trick though. Bond trampled all lust filled emotions and offered his arm as they exited the apartment.

For the rest of the day, the two walked arm and arm, meandering through the market where the local merchants and farmers sold their best merchandise. Rose had to touch all the different fruits and vegetables, seeing which were most fresh and worth her money. James enjoyed this simple time with her, watching her focus and concentrate on the different stalls. He smiled as she spoke the local language fluently to the shopkeepers, bartering for the lowest prices possible.

While she was busy with a stand of freshly caught fish, James wandered through the crowd. At the end of the street, he found a table covered with beautiful bracelets. Glancing back at Rose, he paid for two bracelets, not bothering to fight the already low price. He stuffed them in his back pocket and walked back to Rose. They seemed to have already settled on a price and the fisherman was wrapping up the fish in thick brown paper. Rose politely thanked him, taking the package. The beautiful blonde looked up at Bond, pink lips smiling sweetly. He offered his arm to her before they headed back to the apartment. They took all the groceries up twelve floors of stairs. Rose refused to take the elevator.

James chuckled at her antics.

Soon they were finished placing all the perishable items in the fridge.

"So what did you get, James?" Rose asked. Bond's brow arched. The woman rolled her eyes. "You left for not nearly long enough if you met a woman. But you were gone long enough to reach that little stall with all the bracelets."

The agent scoffed. "How the bloody hell-"

Rose laughed. "Present. Now!"

Relenting, James pulled the two bracelets from his back pocket. One was certainly longer than the other and was braided pieces of tan leather. The other was a pretty sea foam green; the exact colour of her eyes. A small silver rose charm was woven in with the threaded pattern.

At the sight of the beautiful present, Rose launched herself at James. She took him by
surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

"It's so beautiful! James..." She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. He grinned.

"I'm glad you like it," the agent said, his accent thick in the deep timbre of his voice.

She blushed as his calloused fingers grazed her wrist as he knotted the bracelet.

The woman thanked Bond once more before running to change out of her dress and into a pair of low riding dark wash skinny jeans and a long sleeved checkered flannel button up.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at the beach, lounging in the sand. James had wrapped a strong around Rose's waist as she read her Pride and Prejudice novel. He watched the way her thick framed glasses slid down her nose when she concentrated on a passage. How pieces of her sloppy bun fell out and caught the wind.

She was beautiful.

"Stop it, James," Rose sighed, not even gazing down at him from where was laying in the sand.

He chuckled. "I'm not doing anything!"

"You're staring at me again," she shot back, not missing a beat.

"I can't help it! I have my arm wrapped around the most beautiful girl I've ever met, and I'm not supposed to look?"

"You are such a goddamned flirt!" Rose cried as she slammed her book shut.

"Am I not supposed to look?" James asked once more, quirking a brow.

"Not like that, you're not," the woman chuckled. The agent sighed and let himself fall back into the sand.

Suddenly, the voice of a lady down the beach called out.

"James!"

Rose sighed.

One of the tanned native women to the area ran towards the two. Her long ebony tresses floated around her in waves. A pretty dress hung from her curves. Dark features were filled with joy at the sight of the man laying in sand.

"The call of the wild..." Rose muttered. James grimaced.

"James!" the woman cried. Rose moved out of the agent's arms and collected her things. She sighed, slightly disappointed.

This was the problem with James. However amazing and sweet he was, women threw themselves at him as if they were magnetized to him. And he was perfectly fine with it.

"Lena..." James muttered as the woman threw herself on top of him.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Malia," she hissed. Bond looked up at her in apology.

"Malia... Malia! It's a pleasure to see you again!"

"It most certainly is..." The woman smiled seductively. After an awkward moment, the woman jumped to her feet and tugged on James's hand, trying to pull him with her. Finally James got up.

Rose turned her back and began to walk down the beach. Before she could leave, she felt James turn her around. She crossed her arms, unimpressed. The agent had the decency to flinch at the look on her face.

"I'll meet you later? Down at the bar?" He asked quietly.

Rose bobbed her head, emotion void from her face.

"Yeah, whatever. See ya James." The blonde moved out of the man's reach and down the beach, arms crossed in front of her chest.

He watched her walk away from him. A foreign emotion filled his chest before he followed after Malia. At least he could rid the tension from his body.

Even though Rose didn't think of James in a romantic sense, she was still hurt. They had plans to have supper together then go to the cinema.

The woman adjusted her bag across her body. She turned.

James and Malia were only small figures on the beach, fading into the horizon.

Rose sighed, before turning to stare at the crashing waves of the ocean.

She was alone once more.

There we go! Sexy Bond ;D We will enter Skyfall movieverse next chapter. Thanks to those who fav/follow/reviewed!