I don't really know what to say apart from enjoy!
She got home just after 9 on Thursday, as soon as she walked in she heard the television on, she moved to the doorway to the living room and saw Greg lay out across the sofa, beer in hand.
'Have you eaten?' she asked quietly, staying in the doorway, he pointed over to the coffee table with a collection of takeaway dishes on. She moved forward and began to clean them up, sensing him sit up before feeling his hand slip around her hip and pulling her so she was sitting on his lap.
'Where have you been?' he growled in her ear, holding her close to him
'I had paperwork to finish' she said looking straight ahead, trying not to tense or shiver when he moved his hands over her body.
'I'm out of town next week, in Dubai, can I trust you on your own?' He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her flush against him so she was lying on the sofa with him.
'Of course' she winced when he bit up her neck, and whimpered slightly as he rolled her under him
'Good, but if I found out you're messing around' He gripped her chin and kissed her hard 'I'll kill you;' he got off her and left the room to get another beer.
She went back to tidying the dishes and moved into the kitchen, breathing deeply to keep calm, Greg was staring into the fridge, he pulled out a beer and opened it, standing watching her as she cleaned out the empty tubs and put the others in the fridge.
'Martin called, he arrived in Canada, should be back in Britain by January he said unless he finds some people to go to South America with.'
'Okay, that's good' she said turning to find him very close, reaching around her hip and kneading her buttock in a painful fist.
'I missed you' he said as he kissed her solidly, moving back out of the kitchen he called back to her, 'I leave Sunday, so maybe Saturday you could actually be here' He smirked at her 'I need to give you your goodbye present'
She felt cold dread run through her and felt her body begin to tremble, she headed straight upstairs and got into bed, crying quietly at what she knew to expect on Saturday, even thoughts of James didn't help the tight fear loosen from her chest. She avoided him on Friday knowing he would she the anxiety in her face.
She spent Sunday recovering, hardly moving from the armchair where she stayed curled under a blanket, she read the rest of her book and called both her children, she drank lots of tea and used the Arnica on her bruises, her back was very sore and her arms and legs ached. It was her idea of a pampering session to have the luxury of spending all day in her house without any threats she normally associated with it. She had a bath that night, taking her time and letting the water sooth her soul and penetrate into the aching muscles, she was in bed early and enjoyed a good sleep. Waking up refreshed and ready for a week where she didn't fear coming back to her home.
Monday morning started well, finding that the new recruits had finally been cleared for double-O training, taking a massive weight off her. All she had to do was respond to all the inquires made by other departments and finalise a document for the PM to explain the new state of MI6. By lunch she was thoroughly bored at talking to idiot politicians and listening to them tell her what was best for the country.
She stood and left the office for a minute, going to chat to Eve; she sat down in front of the younger woman's desk and tried not to smile as she looked up and did a double take.
'Are you alright?' she asked, looking over M to work out if she had suffered a stroke
'I'm fine, just fed up of talking to those bureaucratic morons' she said as the phone on Moneypenny's desk began to ring
Eve smiled and answered the phone
'Hello… No sorry Sir she isn't in her office at the moment' both women smiled at each other, 'Yes will do Sir, thank you' she hung up and grinned over at M.
'Are you being paid enough?' M asked seriously before breaking down into giggles along with Eve
They were sitting like that, chatting aimlessly when Bond stepped off the elevator and looked over the scene, a million comments ran through his mind at seeing the two of them like that but he bit his tongue.
'Ma'am, I would like a word if that's okay? Is now a good time?'
M pushed out of the chair and turned sighing, 'As good a time as any Bond, Eve, refuse any calls until I've got rid of some of this paperwork will you?'
'Yes Ma'am' she smiled at them both as they walked in before texting Tanner about what had just happened
Inside the office Bond looked over M's desk,
'So you're pretty relaxed then' bond asked cheekily as M shook her head
'How is this possible over one weekend? I had my desk clear on Friday, now look' she say down heavily behind her desk
'They said you weren't in Saturday'
'Whose they?' she asked
'Grapevine' he replied shrugging
'Well Greg was going to Dubai, so he wanted me there to say goodbye to'
She swallowed hard and hoped he wouldn't push further; he looked livid for a minute then softened, walking around for a bit before settling on the sofa.
'How long is he gone for?'
'He comes back on Friday'
'So you're free until then?' Bond asked hopefully
'I suppose so' she said nervously
'Well then, can I take you out for dinner tomorrow?'
'Dinner?' she asked, cocking her head looking at him 'like a date?'
'If you wanted it to be' he mumbled like a teenager asking out a prom date
She had two choices now, either to follow her husband's instruction or to break her promise to him, she looked up to Bond's crystal blue eyes and thought back over all he had done for her, then of her sore back and aching thighs.
'I would love dinner James' she smiled at him as he relaxed back into the sofa cushions
On Tuesday she woke and dressed leisurely, enjoying that she could make as much noise as she wanted. She had a few meetings throughout the day with enough paperwork to keep her busy but not enough to hold her up when the time came to leave. She changed in her en suite bathroom and stood looking in the mirror. She moved her hair out of her eyes and looked at her face intently, each line and crease seemed magnified in the light, she opened her bag and pulled out her eye-liner, circling her eyes like she used to when she was younger. She looked back up, sighing at the only minimal improvement it made.
She walked out of her office straight into Moneypenny who was about to enter
'Ohh sorry ma'am. Wow! Your eyes look amazing' she gasped making M smile shyly, Moneypenny schooled herself quickly and took a step back
'Thank you Moneypenny' M said looking back up as Eve inspected M's face and clothes,
'Have you got a date?' she asked half excited, half shy
'No, just dinner with a friend. Why?' M chuckled at the younger girl's reaction
'Well you look different, and incredible, your eyes are so blue... Anyway, have a good night' she said moving back to her desk,
'Did you need me for something?'
'Nothing that can't wait… Go have fun' She smiled at her boss, knowing what the last few weeks had been like for her work and glad she was enjoying herself
'Don't stay too long' M smiled as she stepped into the elevator. Nobody else seemed to notice the difference in M's appearance, she felt her driver give her a second look but he didn't say anything as he held the door for her
When they arrived at the location Bond had given her the driver offered to wait to take her home, she waved him off; explaining she would make her own way home and he should enjoy his night with his family. He smiled brightly at her and leant slightly further out of the car,
'If you don't mind me saying Ma'am, you look lovely'
With that he drove off, leaving M feeling flattered but bemused, how could a little bit of make-up and a change of clothes make such a difference.
She stood on the edge of the street, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth, she looked down the street but couldn't find Bond. Just as she pulled her phone out of her bag she heard his voice,
'Sorry M, I got held up with Q and...' she turned to look at him and he stopped in his tracks,
'God you are stunning' he said, stepping forward and raising her chin to examine her more closely, staring deeply into her eyes
'It's just make-up' she argued feebly,
'No it's not, there's something else' he said, placing his hand on her back lightly to direct her to where they were going while still looking at her
'You seem happier' he stated, looking at her intently
'I am, I've been looking forward to this' she said smiling at her admission, Bond seemed to grow slightly with pride and bent to kiss her cheek.
'I always look forward to seeing you' he said, holding open the door to the small restaurant he had found for them.
It was dimly lit and had warm inviting colours on the wall, the place had an unmistakable romantic air to it, a tall, well-built gentleman in a suit almost as expensive as Bond's approached them,
'Good Evening, do you have a reservation?' The man asked in a deep, intriguing voice
'Yes, for Bond, James Bond' whether he meant to or not as he said his name he drew a small circle with his index finger on her back, she felt it acutely, but it didn't frighten her.
The man looked down at his list for a second before smiling up at them, 'Of course Sir, right this way, your table is ready to your specifications'
M turned to give a smirking Bond a quizzical look, following the host to their table they walked past several other couples at tables along the way, each had an element of privacy but M noticed a couple who were feeding each other, she felt a forgotten sense of excitement at the intimacy a meal could produce.
As they approached the table she saw the bunch of beautiful red and white Osiria roses and Gypsophila sitting there in a champagne holder by the table.
'James' she gushed, turning into his arms
'I didn't know your favourite so I went for the traditional' He said, chuckling at the surprised look on her face
'You're menus are on the table, please take your time and one of the waiters will be over with your wine' The host nodded politely at them both before heading back around the corner to his station.
'How did you find this place?' She asked as he helped with her coat and held out her chair for her.
'I used to live near here, discovered it on a whim but always like it' He moved to his seat opposite her and watched as she began to look over the menu, leaning her chin on her hand, she looked up a few moments later and blushed.
'I'm sorry' He said, smiling down and began to read the menu,
'I have no idea what to choose?' M said quietly, completely stuck at the astonishing range of food on offer
'Do you trust me?' He asked,
She nodded as a petite, blonde waiter brought over their wine. When she asked if they would like to taste the wine Bond directed her to pour it into M's glass, she tasted it, noticing the soft fruity taste and the warm vanilla and instantly labelling it a Rioja. Nodding at the waiter to pour more for them M smiled over at Bond who was watching her with such a studious expression she should feel unnerved, only she began to find herself enjoying the look he gave her and the way he admired at her. The waiter asked if they were ready to order and Bond nodded, looking over at M as he began to list to off their order.
'We will start with the bread and oils, then we will have the Scallops and the Parma Ham and bruschetta, for mains can we get the Sea Bass and I'll have the point steak, rare please, anything else?' Bond asked M who gave a polite shake of the head and smiled, the girl collected the menus and Bond slyly passed over his card to her without M noticing. As the waiter excused herself M looked over at Bond incredulously,
'That's a lot of food'
He chuckled 'We'll manage' He leant forward and drank some of his wine
'Tell me something I don't know' he said, smirking at her as she rolled her eyes and gave a self-conscious laugh.
'Such as?' She probed, leaning forward
'Well an easy one, what actually are your favourites flowers?'
She turned and looked at the bouquet beside her, smelling one of the roses 'I normally like simple bouquets, tulips are nice, so bright and happy, they remind me of spring, but I adore these, thank you' She said smiling at him 'Do I get to ask you something?'
'Ohh I think so' he said as the bread arrived
They were momentarily distracted as the bread arrived
'Okay, what... do you think like about living in London?'
He gave her an exasperated look and she giggled again, picking up another piece of bread and dipped it into the oil, watching it drip to make sure she it spill it over the table or her outfit.
'I like London because… It's busy, it's distracting and you don't have to think about things when you're in the middle of it'
'Nice answer'
'My turn, where's your favourite place in the world to visit?'
'I love India, it's beautiful but I also love Paris, the little streets and the views and the art' she remembered her visits there when she was younger 'Umm, same to you, where do you like?'
'Well, I love Scotland, and anywhere snowy, where I can build up a fire and spend the days inside, going for walks if we want but not having to do anything, I like the relaxation of it'
'Sounds wonderful'
they finished the bread and their waiter quickly cleared it away, smiling discreetly and looking between the couple, M began to feel herself blush and reached for her wine, only when the waiter was walking from the table did Bond lean forward and whisper,
'Is this too much?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well… I just wanted to treat you well… Is it too much, too romantic?'
'No, James it is lovely' she said adamantly, 'I'm just not used to this, I don't know how to act'
'Be you' He said with a smile
'I think it was your question, or did that count?' she lightened the conversation again and returned to the game he had started.
'No it doesn't… What does the G stand for in your initials?'
'You don't know' She feigned surprise at him not knowing and he actually looked down bashfully, 'It stands for Grace, after Grace Kelly, My mother loved her films and I grew up to love them aswell'
He nodded slowly; he looked up to say something but then changed his mind
'Your turn' he prompted.
'Same question' she said leaning into the table as he did the same
'You're not supposed to ask the same as me' he whispered cheekily
'I can't think of any?' she whined
'Fine... it's Edward' He said, reaching for the wine and noticed the waiter coming back to them
They shared the starters, eating half before swapping plates, M had finished her wine by the time they finished the starters and Bond offered to pour her more
'I have a question' she muttered, smiling as he looked up at her
'Why are you making such an effort?' She was sure even in the dim light he blushed slightly
'Because… you're worth it' he said softly 'and I wanted to prove that to you'
She offered him her hand across the table
'Tonight's been lovely' she whispered, locking her fingers with his and squeezing to prove her point.
'Tell me about your children' he prompted, asking the question he had always wondered about
'Ohh god, they are hardly children, your closer to their age than to mine, what would you like to know?'
He shrugged 'anything, how old they are? What they do?'
She took a deep breath and began
'Lucy's 27 and lives in Leeds with her boyfriend and they are expecting their first child soon' she felt the smile creep into her cheeks
'Congratulations' Bond said happily, enjoying seeing M so willingly talking about her family
'Thank you… My son, Martin is 24; he just finished his doctorate and has been travelling in the States...'
She continued on for a while longer, she mainly avoided mentioning Greg but each time he came up or hinted at they managed to get past that part of the story to a lighter moment.
The conversation was interrupted when the main course arrived but either found any awkwardness in the silence that followed, they both pinched food of each other's plates and M drank out of his glass without realizing, which made him smile no end.
They were about two thirds into the meal when Bond placed his knife and fork down and leant back in his chair looking at her,
'I think you are unfair' he said simply
'Why?' she asked suddenly concerned she had somehow of stepped a boundary or done something wrong
'You call me James when we see each other like this, but I still have to call you M'
She breathed in a sigh of relief 'What do you want to call me?'
'I don't know' he turned serious for a second 'What does He call you?'
M lowered her cutlery as well, swallowing her mouthful 'He doesn't really, he either swears at me or doesn't acknowledge me at all'
'What did he call you before?'
'Most of the time Olivia, but sometimes he would call me Oli,' she squirmed uneasily, 'in the bedroom'
He nodded up at her and went back to his food, M watched him for a second
'Are you okay?' she asked
'Yes... just thinking... What would you like me to call you?' he asked
'I don't know... At work you have to call me M, no exceptions. At things like this you can call me Olivia if you want... And in the bedroom' she added coyly
He dropped his fork and she laughed out right
'Maybe we'll get to that when it comes' she continued to giggle
They finished their meals quickly and Bond looked around, 'I'm going to the bathroom if they ask about coffee and dessert I'd like an espresso and you can pick me a dessert.'
He stood up and kissed her on the cheek, drawing back slowly to look in her eyes
'I trust you' he said and wandered in the direction of the toilets, almost as soon as he was gone the waitress was back with dessert and coffee menus, she skimmed the menu quickly and found something she thought he would like, ordering that and their coffees she asked the waiter to bring the bill for her to settle immediately and before Bond came back, the young girl gave an half-amused, half-apologetic smile
'It's already been taken care of Miss, sorry' she moved away and M shook her head,
Bond returned a few minutes later and sat down taking her hand and smiling at her,
'What did I do?' he asked as soon as he saw her face, trying to keep a straight face
'How have you managed to pay the bill before I even put the dessert order in?'
'Well... I slipped the waiter my card when she took our orders and I went to see her and rounded the bill you to the next hundred and told her what we didn't spend on desert was her tip, so funnily enough she didn't argue'
He smirked at her as she slapped his hand gently before clinging hold of it again,
'You spoil me James'
He moved his other hand to her cheek and rubbed his thumb there
'You deserve it all' he said watching as she nuzzled into his palm.
He pulled his hand back and stroked his thumb over her hand instead, looking down at it.
'Have you ever been in love?' M asked watching him, for any reaction, he stilled his movements completely, freezing to the spot before shaking his head,
'This' he squeezed her hand 'is the closest I've ever been'
'You think you're in love with me?' she breathed incredulously
'I know I love you' he said 'I just don't know if we can be IN love when both our lives are so fucked'
'What does it mean to you to be in love then?'
He turned her hand and began tracing patterns on her palm 'Too come home to you, be able to see you at any point, to protect you all the time and actually do things for you and with you that I know will make you happy' he couldn't look at her and it was clear he had colour in his cheeks now.
'That sounds wonderful, but it's a lot on your part' she said quietly
'But you would be there, and you would be mine, not because I forced you to or it was your right, but because you wanted to be, and it made you happy'
She was about to speak when Bond leant back and smiled at the waiter with their coffees, she was followed by the host who carried their dessert tray and another bottle of the wine they had drank,
'A gift on the house, we hope to see you again soon' he said with a smile to both of them before leaving them be, Bond looked down at the tray and back up at M, surprised that she would order a sharing platter, let alone one like this
'Tuck in' she said, lifting a grape and popping it straight in her mouth
'You're supposed to dunk it' Bond said, leaning over to steal a grape and carefully dunking it in the chocolate fondue before placing it into his mouth
'I'll make a mess' she said, lifting a strawberry to dip in the chocolate and dropping it straight away
'Here' Bond said, lifting another strawberry, coating it carefully and then turning it, letting the chocolate collect on the end without dripping, he looked over to her, her eyes were focused on his hand and her lips slightly parted
'May I?' he asked as her eyes flickered to his, she stared at him a second before nodding minutely and opened her mouth more, leaning forward, her eyes never left his as he fed her the strawberry.
They sweetness of the strawberry with the richness of the chocolate made her moan softly as she chewed. Bond's palm was against her chin as he held the strawberry between his thumb and index finger, allowing the other three to brush against her jaw. She felt a rush of excitement at what they were doing, and loved the way Bond treated her.
'When was the last time you ate something someone else fed you like that?' Bond asked slowly moving his hand away; his voice was slightly deeper and huskier than before.
'Never'
He looked up at her with a mixture of awe and happiness, lifting an orange into the chocolate he silently offered it to her, this was not quite as neat as the strawberry and chocolate smudged across his finger and thumb, M looked at his hand for a second before licking the chocolate from his finger with one slow lave of her tongue along the side of it.
'Jesus' he murmured huskily, when she could the tip of his thumb into her mouth to clean it off, feeling his arousal grow each moment
When she released his hand she looked shyly down,
'What would you like?'
He looked across the platter, they still had a few grapes left and strawberries and orange slices but there were also marshmallows, small churros pieces and some nuts along the side.
'I'll try a strawberry' he said reaching across for one when M grabbed is hand and held it, using her other to pick up a strawberry.
'You don't have to' he said quietly
'No… but I want to' M said smiling at him as she copied his technique and reached it over to his lips, her hand trembling slightly. He took the strawberry with his teeth and bit into it, watching her reaction the whole time, she didn't look at all nervous or uncomfortable now.
He took another bite of the strawberry and they carefully fed eachother all that they had left, opting for small forks once it got to the point where the chocolate was just too messy.
They left the restaurant hand in hand, Bond holding the wine in his other hand. They walked down the street a little when M stopped Bond and tiptoed up to his cheek, kissing it gently the same way he did to her.
'Can I come home with you?' she asked him tentatively
'Of course' he said, flagging a taxi almost immediately,
He couldn't deny how turned on he was by the nights events, but he knew M wasn't ready, he saw her wince when she thought he wasn't looking and he was sure she had to be sore. Just as he was thinking his, she moved her hand to his knee, leaning into him more and placing a kiss on his neck.
He swallowed and turned his head to kiss her, they kissed leisurely all the way to his flat. But when her hand moved but his leg he stilled it by taking hold of it in his.
As the taxi stopped M pushed money through the gap to the driver and climbed out, Bond following her closely. As soon as they were in the flat Bond poured them both a drink, but M had disappeared into the bedroom, he followed determinedly
'M' He only managed her name before her lips were on his, it took his mind a few moments before he broke the kiss,
'We shouldn't, you're not ready' he said moving to the bed and sitting down on the edge trying to calm his breathing, she moved over and sat across his lap, touching his cheek with her hand and running his thumb over her lips. He kissed it gently and looked at her
'Kiss me James' she demanded and he couldn't refuse, kissing her tenderly before moving his hand to her back and lying down gently, they lay next to each other for a minute, M exploring the feel of Bond as Bond kept his hands still, one on her back and the other tucked up so her head was resting in the crook of his elbow.
She began to undo his buttons and he made another effort to stop
'M' he said warningly
'I thought you were going to stop calling me that' she said as she ran her hand over his chest
He kissed her again and she moved her hand to under his arm, he took this as a cue to move above her and as he kissed her he shifted above her
Although he put no weight on her she could feel how hard he was on her inner thigh and memories bombarded her mind
Greg shoving her under him on the sofa as he pulled his belt from him, grinding into her through the fabric
The number of times he had taken her on the kitchen floor when he was so drunk he struggled, gripping her thighs forcefully as he missed and missed again
Pushing her against wall in the bedroom with his hand at her throat
She made a wrecked whimper and stiffened like a board, Bond flew off her body and watched as she curled on her side
'James' she whimpered and held out her hand, he took it lay down beside her, but when she tried to kiss him he pushed her back
'M stop' He said, watching her as the tears in her eyes grew bigger
'I wanted' She began, before her voice cracked and she hid her face in her pillow, Bond rubbed her arm soothingly, feeling useless and guilty, when she stopped crying she raised her head from the pillow and spoke so softly he had to lean down to hear her
'I wanted to thank you, I wanted to let you have what you wanted, I didn't mean it to be like this'
She looked scared, like his reaction would be angry or aggressive
'M I never expected you to sleep with me tonight, Jesus what made you think that?'
'You were so happy when I said I wanted to come back, I assumed…'
'No I wanting to look after you, I was just happy you wanted me to as well'
'You're hard James' she said, reaching down between his legs to feel him
He swallowed and closed his eyes
'M, you do not have to' He said sitting up and pushing her hands away, she sat up beside him and looked at him
'You deserve it Bond' she said, getting off the bed and kneeling between his legs, wincing as her knees were sore from Saturday, Bond cupped her face and leant down so his eyes where almost level with hers
'If I can't get you off, you don't get me off, clear?' His voice was frustrated and his eyes left no room for argument, she nodded and he offered her a hand up before leaning with his arms on his knees again, holding his face, could she not understand how seeing her frightened and humiliated did nothing but make him feel like he was the reason
M watched him and considered what she could do, reading the situation completely wrong
'Do you want to call someone?' she asked as he turned to look at her hovering in the far corner, looking upset and frightened, this isn't how he planned tonight to end.
'Call who?' he asked
She shrugged 'I don't know an agency, do you have one you use' He stood and turned to look at her, hoping he had misheard her
'I'll pay' she added and he felt as if he'd been kicked in the gut
'Are you honestly offering me a prostitute?' He asked in a cold voice that scared her, he had never spoke to her like that, even during arguments at work, she nodded at him, avoiding his eyes
'Jesus M!'
The raise in his voice made her flinch
'You think I'm like him, you think that I'll take you without any consideration if you are willing or ready or if your hurt and when I turn you down you think it's because you're not good enough and offer me a replacement, I'm not Him!'
He was storming around the bedroom but M noticed he never took a step towards her or invaded her space, he seemed to actually do the opposite, putting as much space between them as he could
'I don't want a quick fuck' He stopped still and looked over at her 'I want to love you, properly. When you're ready… I'm not him.' He repeated quietly, looking as if all the fight had left him.
M ran to his arms and he caught her, 'I know' she repeated again and again as he held her close to him but avoided touching anywhere but her shoulder blades.
'I'm sorry I shouted' He mumbled when they had calmed,
'I'm sorry I treated you like him'
He kissed the top of her head 'Get yourself ready to sleep, I need a cold shower' He gently kissed her lips and moved off to the bathroom
She changed out of her suit and into the shirt he had given her; she tried to sit on the bed but couldn't relax enough to stay still.
As soon as he exited the bathroom she clung around his neck, burying her face into the side,
'I had just calmed down' he half-joked, half-groaned at the feel of her flush against him causing his pulse to speed up slightly
'Tonight was the best date I have ever been on, thank you… I'm sorry i ruined it' she said into his neck
'You didn't, I just… I wouldn't have been able to' He said, 'Are you ready for bed?'
'I just need to pop into the bathroom a second'
She headed in and Bond moved over to the bed sitting on the edge of it like he had previously, he waited for her to come out and offered her his hand,
'Can I look at you?' He asked and she looked confused at him
'You are, aren't you?'
'Under the shirt' he said, tugging gently on the bottom of the shirt
'Not tonight' she said, looking pleadingly at him, proving his theory that she was hiding the evidence of her husband's abuse, he felt another strong urge to break the man's every bone, but he turned his attention back to M
'Okay' he whispered, reaching up so he could kiss her, when he released her she moved around the bed and got in
'Can I hold you?' he asked very quietly, looking across at her as she settled in the pillows
'Yeah' She said moving herself again closer, he offered her his arm as a pillow and she curled up tightly against his side, draping her hand over his chest.
He reached up and switched out the light, he found himself thinking over the evening and absently drew over her hand and arm
'Olivia' he murmured quietly but feeling her head snap up to look at him, even in the dark he knew she was on edge and alert
'Yes' she answered a moment later
'I was just testing it; it doesn't work does it, me calling you it'
'It was a surprise, I'll get used to it' she tried to convince him, feeling bad for reacting in such a way
He didn't respond and they settled down to sleep, but his lulling caress had stopped and he seemed distant, the minutes stretched on as both lay wide awake.
'What if… I called you Grace?' he asked shyly, turning his head on the pillow to look down at her, she slowly lifted head again and kissed him gentle, but taking his bottom lip into her mouth
'I like it' she beamed, 'I really like it' Loving the way he pronounced it
'Sweet dreams Grace' He whispered wrapping his arm around her shoulders and returning to play with her hand on his chest, surrounding her in warmth and comfort that she fell asleep more quickly and easily than she could remember.
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