A/N- Chp. 7
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If you sometimes see the name Amanda it is actually Nicole. In a different story I wrote the girl was named Amanda and I am just used to writing it. I try to catch it but I sometimes pass over it. So sorry if it gets you confused and stuff. I have been good though the past chapters to find the mistake.
Disclaimer- I don't own James Bond.
Nicole's POV.
"Okay. Lets grab something to eat, and we will head out in about an hour. So around eight okay." James explained while he looked around for his shirt that I discarded from before. "Where did that shirt go?" He had a puzzled look on his face. It was so cute. Stop. I just can't get my hopes up with having an actual relationship with James. I sat there pondering the subject for a while.
"Hello? Nicole?" A hand was waving insanely in front of my face.
"Wh-What?" I ran my hand through my hair, pulling some unwanted knots on the way.
"You alright?" He sat down next to me and placed his hand on the inside of thigh.
"Yeah- Yeah I'm fine." I gave him a reassuring pat on the hand and got up. "Are we ready? I'm starving." We went to the little dinner they had at the main cabin. It was a quiet dinner, but not an awkward quiet, it was a peaceful and relaxing quiet. I must say that I wasn't that nervous for tonight; I was excited.
I don't know if this is just a fling, with James, or if it was long term. I didn't want to become clingy or anything, and I sure as hell didn't want a broken heart. I'm having doubts for sure. I definitely should not have gone down on him. I always do the wrong things at the wrong moments and such. I always wish I could go back and not make the mistake, but you can't.
"Ready to go back?" James stood up and stretched a little. He always was stretching.
"Yeah sure." I stood up, and James walked over to help me with my coats.
As we walked through the sub zero weather back to our cabin James grabbed my hand. Even with the gazillion inch thick gloves, I could feel his hand squeeze mine.
"Hey." He turned towards me once the cabin door was closed. "You alright, you seem pretty out of it." He looked concerned.
"Oh don't worry it always happens to me when I take a long nap." I ran my hand through my hair for the umpteenth time, I gave him a quick smile.
He came close and whispered in my ear "Well I know something that will get you out of your haze."
"Like what?" I teased. I really wasn't in the mood for going into that. Before we only did foreplay, oral, and I think if I went all the way then I would totally regret it. But I also didn't want to shatter his huge, but fragile ego.
"Well we could finish what we didn't start before." He gave me a little nudge.
I threw my last lair on the couch and went over to the bed. He followed me thinking that we were. "Not right now James." I looked up at him, and saw that he was disappointed.
"Don't let that bruise your ego James. Come on." I rolled my eyes and reached for my book.
I didn't hear some snide remark from him; instead I heard the bathroom door click. I looked up and surely enough he was in the bathroom. He would get over. I hope…
I was reading my book and images kept sneaking into my head, they were unclear but I knew exactly what was going on. This whole thing was torturing me, its been like this virtually every day. These memories haunting me. I must say they have gotten better since I actually have some connection with James. If you call that a connection… With all of these memories playing through my mind I was getting a headache. I sat up and pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn't know where the Advil was and I didn't feel like finding it. I squeezed my eyes shut so the light wouldn't bother me, and I increased the pressure on my bridge.
"Here take this." I heard a concerned British voice. I didn't look up. "Come on Nicole take this; pinching the bridge of your nose is only going to temporarily help." He was starting to get irritated. "Nicole, really what's wrong?" He sat next to me and started to gently rub my back.
"A lot of things." You, and my old boyfriend Nate…
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" He looked kind of disappointed but I wasn't going to be like 'well for one thing I worried that this is just a little fling and oh yeah I keep having reoccurring memories and dreams about what my ex did to me' Oh yeah like I'd definitely tell him that.
"Later." I looked down at the floor and ran my hand through my hair. Again. "I promise." I gave him a reassuring look, and by the looks of his face he believed me.
These suits definitely worked. I felt warm, really warm. Whoever created these was a genius. I was following James down the road. It took us about a half hour to get to where we were going. Mulligan's house. He lived on a private road and his house was one hundred percent better than the cabins that we were residing in.
"Stop." I whispered in a barely audible voice. James turned around and I motioned to the cameras that were suspended on the roofs ledge. James motioned me for him to follow. We went over to the side and stayed close to the outside wall of the house. We found a ledge and climbed it. I doing it more elegant than how James climbed it. We came to a door, which was most likely locked because, who doesn't lock doors. But it wasn't.
James slid it opened and we stepped in. We were in a grand bedroom, and everything was in immaculate order. Nothing out of place. Two the left of the bed there was a door slightly open, from the minimal view it looked like an office.
"I'll looked in there." James pointed to the office door, "And you look around in here." He walked quietly to the other room. Once he was out of sight in the other room I looked around.
The room looked like no one lived there; it was too neat. Something on the dresser caught my attention, since it was the only thing that was not in a draw or stacked neatly. I went over to it and saw a plane ticket, and hotel reservations. I read through the plane ticket.
Newark New Jersey
Newark Airport: Continental Airlines
Flight: 365
Date: January 17th, 2010
Departure: 9:00 pm
Arrival: 3:00 pm
January 17th was in four days. I quickly took a picture of the evidence, and started to shuffle through the hotel information. Mulligan was staying at the Waldorf. He had an expensive taste…
"James, I got something." I whispered, I knew he would hear me too. Seconds later he was at my side. I showed him everything, and he smiled. "He's going to be in New York in four days."
"This is good. Okay let's get back to the hotel and I'll make arrangements." We stalked out of the house leaving everything as it was and made our way back to the cabin.
"Money Penny." James was pacing back in and forth. "I need you to book us a flight to Newark New Jersey. And book us a hotel in the Waldorf please. We found out Mulligan will be traveling there in four days, and we want to get there before him." James listened intently to Money Penny's response. As he was listening he gave me a wink and a smile. His smile made me melt.
"Okay. Thank you Money Penny." He ended the call. "We finally get to get out of this God forsaken place." He placed his phone down and sat next to me.
"When do we leave?" I scooted back by the pillows so I could lean back.
James followed me and pulled me close to him. "Money Penny said she would get back to me. So… We have some time to kill." His hand ran up my thigh, and he rubbed little circles on the inside of it. Oh God…
"Well, before we do anything," I moved his hand away from my thigh, and a cold spot lingered "I have to take a shower." I patted his chest and got up.
"No, you can wait." His hand grasped my wrist, and he pulled me back down to the bed with him. "Now lets do, what we didn't get to earlier…" He smiled and started to kiss me. I really didn't want to go that far yet… I know I went pretty far yesterday, but I didn't want to go all the way… I broke the kiss, even though it was pretty great.
"Not right now." I rolled away from him and placed my feet firmly on the ground. "But you could un-do the zipper on this." I lifted my hand at the back of my neck where the zipper started for the black thermal suit.
"Sure." I heard him approach me from behind; then I felt his hand being placed at the small of my back and his mouth barley touching the my ear. "I'll help only if you give me that rest of the massage you promised me earlier before." I felt his lips curve up, which made me smile too.
"Sure. As long as you un do zipper this." Slowly the zipper went down, and my exposed back made me shiver.
"Cold?" God is British accent.
"Just a little." I sighed, and just as I sighed I felt a kiss at the base of my neck, and slowly a trail of kissed were left down my spine. Each time he broke the kiss I got colder.
"Now… Do you really have to take a shower?" His words spread across my lower back, which resulted into goose bumps all over.
But before I could answer him his lips were on mine, and his hand were pulling down my thermal suit to the ground. He wasn't going to seduce me so easily and I really wanted to de compress in the shower. "Yes, it helps me relax."
"I know some other way to help or relax…and relieve the tension." He pulled me into him, and pushed against me.
"Maybe after." I broke free of his embrace and walked over to the bathroom. "I won't be that long."
After I had shut the door I fully shedded my thermal suit and turned on the water. Unlike James I knew to wait for the water to heat up. Once it was fully heated I stepped in letting the warm water snake over my skin. The water reached every inch of me and I finally relaxed.
I stood in the shower thinking for a while. Nate had screwed me up. I loved him, and he was abusive. I didn't care though because I was dumb. He was a manipulative neat freak and treated me like shit. I did try to leave once, but that resulted in some bad things. I was sent to the hospital because of it. 'I fell down the stairs', that's what I told the ER what happened… And they believed me.
When I stepped out the shower the cold hair wrapped around by body, the heat left my body completely. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself, which helped me keep semi warm. As I did my nightly routine, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, etcetera, I thought about New York. God I loved that City. I was there all the time when I was younger; I only lived about a half hour away. I lived in New Jersey and I always went there. But having the city so close was beneficial to me.
When I was younger I dabbled in some modeling nothing too intense, but having the city close by helped me pursue it. In the end though I decided to get into the government. My younger sister Alicia ended up taking my place in the modeling world. She is always on some magazine cover, and I am proud of her for that. When she was younger she was on the shy side, but now she might be the most social person I know. I missed her I hadn't talked to her in about two weeks. We usually talked all the time, but with this mission thing and me moving to England I didn't have time to.
A knock on the door wrung through my thoughts pulling me out of my memories and problems.
"Yes?" I called out as I took the towel to my head and scrunched it lightly.
"Are you almost done I really have to go to the bathroom." His voice was desperate, and cute at the same time.
"Yeah just about. Hold on." I grabbed my clothes, and secured the towel around me. I opened the door, and James was waiting right my the door. Along with his voice being desperate his face was too. "It's all yours."
"Thanks." He smiled and ran passed me and closed the door. About twenty seconds later I heard the faucet turn on, and I wasn't finished changing. I rushed to put my clothes on, and once the door opened I pulled my shirt over my head.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have had so many bottles of water before." He laughed and walked over to where I was standing.
"That's alright." I laughed and walked over to the bed and grabbed my book. As I got comfortable James joined me with his laptop doing work I guess. "How's your back." Remembering that I promised him another back rub, but also the way he slept the night before.
"It still kind of hurts. But it will probably get worse again tonight because of that damn couch." He pointed over to the lumpy looking couch.
"You know this bed is big enough for two people right?" I hinted to him, because the night before I slept so well with him near me.
"Are you sure?" He closed up his laptop and got up and walked over to his suitcase.
"Positive." I watched him lift his shirt over his head. Damn his back was muscular.
Once he put his shirt in the suitcase he walked back to the bed.
"Come here." I pulled him to the center of the bed." Lie on your stomach.
"You really don't have to do this." By the look of hid face, he wanted it. And needed it.
I motioned with my figure to get on his on his stomach. Once he was settled I straddled his lower back and began kneading the base of my palms on his shoulder blades.
"That feels good." James' voice was muffled since his head was faced down.
As I was rubbing his back I noticed scars and healing bruises that looked like there were made about a week and a half ago, two weeks. I didn't really notice them before, but now I did.
"Where did you get all of these?" I traced over a random scar, and lightly went over a small bruise in the middle-side of his back.
"There nothing, just some battle wounds." He propped himself up on his forearms and turned his head. "Nothing you need to worry about."
I got off his back and he turned around and grabbed me at the sides and pulled me on top of his chest. I rested my head on top of his chest and just laid there for awhile feeling the rise and fall of his chest. While I was lying down James was rubbing small circles at my lower back. It put me in a trance, and I was half asleep when James' phone rang. I went to get off of him, but he locked me in with one arm and used his other to grab the cell phone on the nightstand.
"Hello?" He played at the hem of my shirt.
"Mhmm…Yeah…Okay will do. Thank you Money Penny." He ended the call and placed the phone back on the nightstand. He lifted me off him and sat up. "The plane just left. It will be here in about seven hours. So lets pack up and try to get some sleep. We'll leave around four. I'm going to tell the front desk that we will be checking out then, so just start packing. Okay?" He got up and started to put on the surplus amounts of jackets.
"Kay." I got up and started to fold up everything, and as I was doing this I set aside some clothes to wear for the flight. The flight was going to take about eighteen hours. Long flights were the worst.
James came back and packed up his things too, after we finished we attempted to get some sleep. I don't know about James but sleeping right by him made me sleep better. It was nice. I still had the horrible dreams I have every night, and about an hour before we woke up the haunting face of Nate woke me. The face of how I saw him last. Bloody and in pain. But he had a look of hatred in his eyes so intense that I couldn't go back to sleep.
I looked next to me and James was fast asleep, I didn't move because I didn't want to wake him up. So I just stared at the ceiling and I fell asleep at three thirty. And Nate entered my dreams again…
Beep…Beep…BEEP…BEEP BEEEPP BEEEEPPPP!
"Hey Nicole." The annoying alarm clock and James shaking my shoulder woke me up.
"Y-yeah?" I opened up my eyes and looked at the clock. It read three forty five. Wow. I only got fifteen more minutes of sleep.
"Time to get ready, we should be out in about fifteen minutes or less okay?" James was already putting on clothes.
Fifteen minutes later we were out of there and on our way to the shitty airport. When we arrived the jet was waiting for us. We returned the car and set off for the eighteen-hour flight.
"We finally get to leave this place." I smiled as I walked into the warm Jet.
"I know I am so happy." The door shut behind James, and we discarded the unwanted clothing that kept us warm from the cold air. We both sat down across from each other. "Also since we are arriving three days earlier than Mulligan we have time to spare." James smiled and adjusted his seat and got comfortable.
"Yeah, that will be great." I did the same thing and got comfortable. I was happy to get back to the US, and happy to just get out of this place. It was way too cold here.
We sat in silence for a while, and waited for the plane to take off. Once we started to take off James broke the silence.
"Nicole? Would you like to tell me why there was a picture of you in Mulligan's office?"
A/N- Uh-Oh… So have you made the connection yet or no?
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