Bond's lips met hers. The sensation of his lips on hers suddenly jolts her back into reality. M pulls away suddenly with a shocked look on her face.
"Bond! I am not one of your marks nor am I in need of your sympathy."
"Sympathy? You think I am doing this out of some sort of pity? M I know you are far more intelligent than that."
M eyes shoot daggers at him. "I will not be toyed with Bond…remember I am your boss and I am not doing this!"
"Calm down M. I assure you I am not joking or pitying you for any reason but that you managed to be kidnapped at a SIS meeting full of spies from all over the world. M you have to admit that you have become a magnet for trouble lately."
"Being around you seems to draw them out of the woodwork Bond. I am beginning to think you are my bad luck."
Bond is standing in front of her on the bed still blocking her from getting up without forcing her way through him.
"I have wanted you since the day I met you M. I never thought I would ever get this type of chance…I show up at your flat after missions just because I need to see you…hear your voice."
"Bond, I am old enough to be your mother…"
Bond continues to smile at her. "Beautiful, sexy, infuriating, intelligent, loyal and you can handle your drink."
Bond's hand is stroking her face relaxing her and then she composes herself again and stiffens. She forces him back and stands up with fury in her eyes.
"This is just a mission and like all missions you have to bed someone. This time it just happens to be me that you are trying to seduce. I suppose I represent the icing on the cake…to manage to bed the head of MI6…you will be a legend."
Bond grabs her as she tries to move to the other side of the room. He twirls her to face him and she sees her fury reflected in his eyes.
"I would never do that to you and you know it! I have never felt like this for any other woman in my life and I don't like that you trivialize my feelings. Oh yes…I know I am only a blunt instrument…your tool against the big bad evil in the world but I still have a heart and eyes to see. Damn you M! If I didn't feel anything for you would I have taken you to Scotland…to get away from him? Would I have returned from the dead? Would I have killed Mitchell for trying to shoot you in Italy? Would I have rendered that ass West unconscious because of what he said to you? How angry do you think I was that Allard got you alone in that lift or that I could see evidence of his hands on your skin? How long did it take me to find you so that he couldn't hurt you? I ran that hotel...panicked that he would hurt you before I could find you."
M is staring into his eyes during his impassioned diatribe. Bond has a strong grip on her shoulders locking her in place but she still tries to wiggle from his grasp.
M hates that he is saying these things to her. Bond is forcing her to acknowledge these truths, that she has known since long before her husband died.
"Bond! You're hurting me…let go!"
Bond sucks in a deep breath realizing how hard he is holding her. He loosens his grip but rather than release her he pulls her against his chest in a hug. He rests his chin on her head.
"I'm sorry M…so sorry…I would never hurt you…ever."
M relaxes in his embrace and closes her eyes and hugs him back.
"I know you wouldn't dear boy…I know."
The two stay like this for some time. M needs the comfort of his embrace and Bond feels he can no longer live without this closeness.
They separate and Bond pulls M over to sit beside him on the bed. He can tell she is nervous. Bond put his arm around her making small circles on her shoulder.
M looks at Bond and shakes her head. "I don't know what to say James?"
"I don't need words M…I just need you."
Bond turns her face to him and kisses her gently again. He can sense her hesitation and caresses her face while he continues.
They eventually break apart to breath. M sees the desire in his eyes. She never expected to see such desire directed at her from this magnificent man.
"M, I will let you decide how fast and far we go. I for one would at least go to my grave happy after spending the day making love to you."
"James…I am not sure I can…I am much older and sometimes…"
"M just let me be close to you and hold you…we don't have to do anything if you don't feel comfortable about it but I want you to trust me."
James reaches over and opens her suit jacket and slides it off her shoulders. He pulls M up into the middle of the bed and begins kissing her again.
M trembles as Bond moves his hands to open her already torn blouse. Never losing contact with her lips. M shuffles up to allow him to remove the torn article of clothing.
M's trembling has stopped as she feels heat permeate her body from his kisses. She starts unbuttoning James' shirt and running her hands up his well muscled chest to his shoulders. M pulls him closer and deepens the kiss.
James cannot actually believe this is finally happening as he parts from M's lips and begins trailing kisses down her neck. He nips at her ear and whispers "I have always wanted this…you are so beautiful."
M smiles a sly grin as he stops to look at her. M's face is beautifully flushed as she lies before him a vision in pink lace. Bond has never cared for the colour pink…until now. Bond notices M has a far away look in her eyes along with a slight smile.
"Would you care to share?"
"Hmmm. I don't know…"
"Oh, now I really need to know." Bond starts to tickle her.
M giggles and swats his arm. "I was just trying to remember the last time I made out in the middle of the day."
"By your smile I think you may have remembered…am I wrong?"
"No…no…you're not. It's a good memory….I'm sorry…that sounds horrible. Here you are pleasantly distracting me from the stress of our situation and I get lost in a memory…a memory of someone else."
"I will try not to take it to personally. So may I ask how long it has been?"
M tries to silence his questioning by pulling him down to kiss him. Bond obliges her but pulls away to stare at her.
"Nice try M. Tell me the story…I want to know. When was the last time you made out with someone in the middle of the day?"
"Really…you want to know?"
Bond lies on his side and starts to trace her collar-bone softly. Bond looks expectantly at her.
"Yes, I do."
M is deliberating on telling him the story as his fingers caress her shoulders and traces the edge of her bra making goosebumps rise on her skin as she sucks in a breath at the sensation.
"Stop distracting me James, if you want to hear."
Bond puts his mouth by her ear. "I want the story but I can't stop touching you now that I finally have permission."
"Around 5 years ago..I came home for lunch…he didn't know I was coming."
Bond was enjoying the far away look in her eyes and continued caressing her torso.
"He was pleasantly surprised and we ate lunch together. He asked me when I had to go back to work…I told him. I got up to collect my things and he grabbed my hand and pulled me down into his lap. I laughed and he kissed me. It escalated quickly…we made love on the sofa with the sun beaming through. I was late to my meeting but it was worth it. As we aged times like that were far and few between but it did not diminish our feelings for one another."
Bond took his hand and wiped the tear that was starting to fall from the corner of her eye.
"I can understand his motivation. Seeing you lie here sunlight in your sexy power suit drives me to distraction."
Bond continues trailing kisses along M's neck as he positions himself back above her.
"I want to thank you James."
"I usually get the thanks after the fact, not before M."
M's laugh is deep and husky causing Bond to stiffen and groan.
"Thank you for taking my mind off what might be and focus on some wonderful memories."
"Why don't we stop talking and make some memories of our own M."