Five times James Bond and Jane Moneypenny might have gotten together, but didn't.
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Inspired by events detailed in The Moneypenny Diaries: Guardian Angel. I don't own anything. Some dialogue (marked at the beginning and end with an asterisk) was taken from The Moneypenny Diaries.
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Saturday, 23rd June
Lil's wedding was wonderful – she looked so happy and radiant. I cried throughout the ceremony, feeling ridiculous in my Jackie suit and pillbox hat.
*I danced with 007. Unsurprisingly, he is a wonderful dancer and managed to make me forget about everything, even the suit, as he twirled me around the dance floor. I felt like a princess, if only for a few short minutes. At one point, he murmured into my ear, 'Penny, why do I bother with all these women when the most desirable one in the world is here under my nose the whole time? Come home with me now, Penny, please.' I looked up into those blue-grey eyes* and the sheer amount of love present took my breath away. 'Please, Penny,' he repeated, and I could feel myself nod.
'Just let me say goodbye to Lil,' I murmured, and he reluctantly released me. I said my hurried good-byes to my best friend and her new husband before rejoining James. He took my arm and led me to his car, opening the door for me. I smiled a bit nervously at him before slipping into my seat.
He held my hand as we drove back to his house; I could feel my pulse pounding as I contemplated what I was about to do.
I was about to sleep with James. I was about to become the next in a long line women James had slept with.
We arrived at his house and he helped me out of the car, taking my arm as we walked up the steps to his house. He unlocked the door and I stepped inside.
I'd been to his house once before but never upstairs, which is where he led me. He opened the door to the room at the top of the stairs and before I could do anything, he bent and kissed me.
I responded automatically, my arms twining around his neck as his lips moved against mine. His arms, which had settled around my waist, pulled me closer to him. I could feel his erection pressing against my abdomen and I moaned into his mouth.
'James,' I whispered when we broke apart.
'Shh, Penny darling; you don't have to say a thing,' he said, running his thumb along my cheekbone.
I nodded, mesmerised by the love still present in his eyes. He bent and kissed me again, this kiss quickly growing more and more passionate. He began to move us towards the bed and I toppled backwards onto it.
He continued to kiss me, his weight pressing me down among the bedcovers. I didn't give a damn about my clothes anymore; all I wanted to do was get out of them. He aided me in undressing and then it was my turn to help him shed his clothes.
James really is a marvel of a man – muscular but not too muscular, with a broad chest and strong body. I ran my hands down his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath my fingertips.
Finally I looked into his eyes. He was staring down at me, his eyes filled with awe and love.
'I always knew you were beautiful, Penny, but I'd never imagined you were this beautiful,' he said, and I smiled.
'And you, Commander, certainly live up to all the gossip in the Powder Vine,' I replied.
He chuckled, his laughter deep and amused. I shivered beneath him, his laughter fuelling my growing arousal.
'Penny, you're a darling,' he said, bending down to kiss me. I deepened the kiss, moaning again when he gently ran his hands down my sides. He certainly was skilled, I remember thinking, before his lips left mine and began to a journey down my throat, along my collarbone, still lower... I blush to even write about it here, though no one will ever read these entries. Suffice to say that he was marvellous, wonderful – everything I'd ever imagined. I'll never forget last night.
I'd always assumed that he took his own pleasure first, then satisfied his partner, but I was quite wrong. Much to my surprise, he was a very careful, gentle, tender lover, taking his time to make sure I was satisfied, and then, only then, did he allow himself release.
Afterwards we lay sprawled out on top of the sheets, his arm resting on top of my waist. He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him for a kiss.
'Penny, you were wonderful – you are wonderful,' he said, and I felt my cheeks flush with a peculiar mixture of embarrassment and pride – embarrassment that he had quite an accurate ranking scale, and pride because I obviously topped the charts. 'I love you.'
I looked into his eyes and saw that he meant it. 'I love you, James,' I said, and he kissed me again, and again, and again...
I don't know what's going to happen between us. James is having me over to dinner tonight, but what will happen when he's away for six months on a mission? I love him, but I'm afraid he'll break my heart.
Is love worth the risk of a broken heart, of no future together? I know we'll never settle down as a married couple, raise a family – he loves his job too much and I won't give mine up, either.
But I do love him, and, it seems, he loves me, too. And, right now, that's all that matters.