Author's Note: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed and read this! I love the support I've been getting, and I honestly can't thank you enough. As always, I hope you like this chapter!

After a long shower, Bond and Vesper argued over a dinner spot. Bond was ready before Vesper and lay on the bed while she continued getting ready in the bathroom.

"I don't see why we just go to that restaurant across the street," he complained.

"We can't go there because it's too casual. I'm not walking in there looking like a complete fool in this dress," she shot back.

"Vesper, you'll look just fine wherever we go. Half the people on the street down there are just as dressed up as we are."

"That's nice James, but we're still not going there."

"You're not going to give in are you?"

"No."

Bond groaned. "You are stubborn."

She laughed from the bathroom. "I am not. You just back down much too easily."

"Well Vesper, whatever you say, hurry up. I'm famished."

"Alright, alright, I'm ready."

Bond propped himself up on the bed as she entered the room. She was simply stunning. His eyes never left her as she went to closet to retrieve a pair of shoes. She then looked out of the window to look at the people below.

"James, what are you staring at?" She asked impatiently.

"You."

"Oh very suave line Mr. Bond. I might have to write that one down in a book somewhere…. You still haven't stopped staring."

He smiled at her. "I never intended to stop."

She glared at him, but the edges of her mouth twitched in a smile. "Come on James, I'm quite hungry as well."

He got off of the bed and came over to her. As he opened the door, he leaned in and kissed her softly. "You're beautiful."

Vesper blushed. "Let's go."

They walked out of the room, arms linked. Bond smirked when all of the men they passed heads turned to follow Vesper. Vesper herself didn't notice, and walked coolly towards the elevator with James.

They had the elevator to themselves and Bond pulled her even closer. He took her lips with his and she laced her arms behind his head. They only broke apart when the elevator doors opened in the lobby. Vesper blushed at all the smirks they received from people entering the elevator after they got out. They walked out onto the cool Venice streets and Bond looked at her.

"You still don't want to go to that restaurant do you?"

She smiled and shook her head. "Not a chance."

"Well, where exactly do you plan on going, then?"

"I haven't got a clue, but I think we'll find something eventually."

"Vesper, I'm starving! I'm in no mood to walk about trying to find a bloody restaurant."

"Oh stop whining James. Let's try that restaurant we passed earlier today."

Bond groaned pathetically. If he remembered correctly, which he usually did, it was at least a mile away. "Why don't we get a cab?"

Vesper scoffed. "James, it's not that far. By the time we actually get a cab, we could have already walked there. But if you want to get in a cab, fine. I'll just walk on my own then."

Bond immediately changed his mind. "No, I think I'll walk."

Vesper smiled. "Good."

They set off, chatting gaily with one another. They passed a shop where a young woman was trying on a wedding dress and getting her measurements taken. Bond didn't miss the fact that Vesper's eyes lingered a bit longer on that particular shop than any of the others. He took that fact into consideration.

As he was brooding over his recent observance, Vesper said, "See? We're here. And you didn't complain about the walk at all."

True, Bond had barely noticed the walk. They found a table and were seated immediately. They both ordered the same dish and sipped glasses of champagne. "James, this is wonderful," Vesper said. "I never dreamed I could be this happy."

Bond smiled. "Oddly enough Vesper, neither did I."

She smiled at him again, and continued eating. Bond reached over and took her hand and they comfortably sat like this, eating silently, giving each other smiles when they would catch the other staring.

As that sat like this, Bond kept reviewing the look Vesper gave the bridal shop. He couldn't help but review it like a fact in a mission. He shouldn't have bothered. He knew the reason she gave the shop a lingering glance without even thinking about it. Bond knew that Vesper wouldn't have minded being the one in there trying on that dress.

He looked up at her. She was sipping her champagne with her free hand and looking out of the window. She was smiling, obviously content and very happy. Bond realized then that he had the same look on his face.

He stroked her hand with his thumb and continued gazing at her. His mind was made up. He wouldn't mind seeing Vesper wearing that white dress either. He wouldn't mind at all.

Author's Note: Well, I hope you liked it! One of my reviewers said they wouldn't mind hearing wedding bells, so I hope this suits their request! Well, once again, thanks, and if you have any suggestions, let me know! I'm sorry this chapter is a bit short by the way…