Chapter 12 Endings & Beginnings

Warning: Mature for sexual situations.

M's eyes were clamped shut waiting for piercing pain from the gunshot, that miraculously did not arrive. M opened her eyes to see Anton's blood seeping from a direct shot to the heart.

A gun extended out from beside her, as she felt a body close behind her and an arm snake around her waist.

"I've got you love."

M stopped struggling, she knew she would now be fine.

"Anton is not going to bother you nor the art world ever again." Chester King whispered in her ear as he pulled her out of the snow and then lifted her legs to cradle her in his arms. He carried her towards the helicopter and M just buried her face into his chest, attempting to hide from the brutal cold wind.

Chester had saved her. She no longer felt cold and was possibly falling into shock. M heard Bond and Harry call from the distance as they trampled their way through the snow towards them.

A pilot helped M inside the cabin and King crawled up after her. He took a blanket and wrapped it around her cold bare legs and feet. Wrapping himself around her shoulders within his long wool jacket

Harry and Bond eventually climbed on board and Bond made his way to M, pulling her off the bench seat and into his arms in a massive hug.

"M...I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you're safe." He said into her ear over the climbing din of the helicopter revving for lift off.

"I know dear boy...and I'm happy...to be safe." M managed as she turned around. "Chester...can we safety depart now?"

Chester King looked at her wrapped in Bond's arms with a frown. "Yes. I was hoping you might like to continue on the train but after that other helicopter arrived…"

M shook herself out of her shocked stupor, caused by all she had been through in the last day. She suddenly realised that she was in fact standing in the middle of a military helicopter in the comforting embrace of one of her agents.

"It was a man I thought dead. Alec Trevelyan. They called him Janus and I've heard the name before. I'm sure you have too." M offered to the Kingsmen

"Yes I have. He set this in motion and told Anton who you were?"

"It appears that way."

Chester told the pilot to fly them home. Bond finally released M so that she could buckle in beside King across the large gulf within the military craft. King grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He leaned over and whispered something into M's ear and Bond emitted a low growl that only Harry sitting beside him could hear.

"Bond, relax. If anything it's her choice in the end and they have been friends a very long time."

"I know but...I don't feel this way because I want too. I hate the feeling of dread and panic that her being taken caused me. I hate this weakness...and the inadequacy that she makes me feel."

"Then you need to decide if you can fight for her, or walk away. Both will be difficult and I hope that M will eventually find who she wants to be with once she's over the death of her husband. One thing is for certain; it's never good to be the rebound after a great love."

Bond sat back a pondered what Harry had said. M looked at him from across the expanse questioningly. Bond smirked at her while Chester King wrapped her in his embrace to keep her warm. He had to keep telling himself that it was only for comfort and warmth that she allowed the man to be that close. It was the only way he wouldn't kill the man who got them into this mess.

M turned back from watching Bond to speak in muted tones with King.

Over the next year M had several meetings with King; with and without the PM. Bond even got to go over his part in the heist with Harry for the PM. It was good to see Harry again. He was a damn good agent and Bond considered him a man at arms. He held his own and took on more men than Bond did durning this mission.

Bond and King both withdrew from actively pursuing M, for a few months to allow her to adapt to being a widow. M knew that they were usually only a phone call away. M always knew exactly where Bond was. If she didn't, she made a point of calling him out on it. Usually with a verbal tirade, after going silent on a mission for too long.

Bond imagined what she would look like often; while on a mission in South America for over a month and only checking in twice, she had tersely reminded him who paid his salary. He could picture her as if she were standing in front of him at the time. He pictured being tempted to pull her into a passionate kiss.

Harry continued to remain in contact with Bond filling him in on Arthur's side of any dinner plans with M. Bond observed those dates from a distance, when he was in the country. Following them to make sure M got home alright. No incidents of King trying to stay past his welcome, thankfully because should that have happened...well...Bond had no idea what he would have done.

Almost a year had passed and M had done her best to track down and disrupt Janus operations internationally. Trevelyan kept to Russia and didn't venture anywhere regardless of the temptations and traps MI6 and the CIA set for him in Europe. He alway was a slippery smart one.

M sent Bond looking for a mystery man from Hong Kong years ago and he came home empty handed. She assumed that eventually if he was alive, Tiago would make his presence felt in some way.

This was worrisome but there was nothing M could do about it, until whatever was left of the man she knew made a move. She still couldn't believe that he survived the Chinese. However, if Trevelyan found out about Rodriguez, perhaps he was using his ghost as a diversion. Of the two of them; both were thought to be dead but she dreaded Tiago's survival more. Trevelyan was angry at MI6 as a whole and not her directly.

M moved flats and changed her name back to her maiden name to bury her identity further with the help of Q. These men knew who she was but they don't know who she was as a child, or where she was born hopefully. These precautions may be moot but at least she had tried to confound any who were watching too close.

M had even changed her personal style of clothing and began wearing things more befitting a widow of her age. It was boxy and nondescript yet professional, however boring. She didn't have it in her to give it much thought without Nigel to tease her about what she wore anymore.

Bond managed to track down her new flat with annoying efficiency, as did Chester. Bond had the audacity to mention her clothing choice where Chester was far more understanding.

The year had been a professionally busy one, yet an annoying personal fiasco in that she had no personal life. Perhaps she would spice her wardrobe back up soon as the spectre of widowhood had subsided into exactly what she had expected. Long days and even longer nights at work, throwing herself into doing her job. Tanner was concerned and then there was Bond...and Chester King.

Chester King had done everything to make that mission fiasco up to her. He gave her credit and praise to the Prime Minster for her part in the endeavour. They recovered all that stolen art and the Kingsman and 00 agents that Tanner and Merlin sent to Istanbul found Alexei Sokolov and arrested him.

Chester King had worn her down enough to accept a few dates. Always calling suspiciously the moment 007 was sent on assignment. Mr. Tanner was sure to quiz her endlessly the moment she accepted and went for dinner with Chester. He was obviously on team Bond and hopefully was the only one besides Q who held Bond's confidence about his feelings for her..

Ms. Moneypenny on the other hand, was securely in the pocket of Chester King. M noticed that she would receive flowers whenever he sent them to her and asked for her schedule no doubt.

M had been convinced that Bond would not continue in his deluded obsession with her. Yet, he had in fact continued to in his very odd way, court her.

Bond would arrive at her flat with flowers, candy and take away. They would play cards, watch films and generally get to know each other in a far more personal way.

Sometimes love hits you over the head with it's intensity and sometimes; it just grows and nurtures with patience and time. Given the two years Bond had protested his love for her, M had remained adamantly immune to his immense charms. This was because of her stubborn nature, more than lack of feelings for the annoying man. At times she required a cooling off period after his visits.

Bond; for his part, had changed from passionately demanding, to casual and flirtatious without forcing himself over any lines. M appreciated that he respected her enough to do this and not pressure her.

All of this led them around to another Christmas. Bond had returned from mission on the twenty-third of December.

It was now considered normal for him to break in and be at her flat by the time she was done work. And today was no exception. There was nothing new or unusual happening but that this was the time of year...to reflect.

The passage of time had gotten M to thinking more and more about James, the man not 007 the agent. He had changed a great deal over the last two years.

So as it came to be; it was during the mundane chore of cleaning up after dinner that their hands touched and there was a shock. M laughed and Bond clasped her hand in his as they suddenly stared at each other and realised that they were holding hands.

Bond seized on the moment and leaned down and kissed M.

This time she did not pull away.

This time she deepened the kiss and it continued to build until Bond had his hands under her blouse and her back up against the refrigerator. It was fast and furious in intensity, as clumsy hands fumbled and mouths locked in desperate kisses of unlocked frustration.

There were moans of passion. They stumbled backwards as Bond stopped them at the top of the stairs. His fingers frantically opening her blouse buttons on their way to the bedroom.

No words were needed. Only fiery looks of barely contained passion passed between them. The two of them had not shared more than a few chaste kisses in the year since M's abduction by Sokolov. This was something new for both of them.

The passion M had been desperate to hide from Bond two years ago at Christmas, tossed into her hall closet, erupted as she pulled at his belt and practically tore his shirt off him. Her hands moved over the muscles of his chest as her eyes followed their path.

Bond pushed her blouse off over her shoulders and her trousers down as she stepped out of them. The back of her legs suddenly hit something hard as she turned to realize that she was suddenly up against her bed.

M sighed as she smirked at him. "I guess this has been in the cards all along."

"Yes...thank god!" Bond expressed in exasperation.

M frowned and began to explain herself. "I had to get over…"

Bond put his fingers up to her lips as they both continued to pant from their passionate journey up to her bedroom. "I know M. I understand. You needed to get over Nigel."

"Do you? Do you really? I have been abstinent for well over a year. Can you honestly say the same?"

Bond frowned. "No and I won't lie to you. None of it was for personal pleasure. All of it was for the job and you."

M smirked as her fingers hooked the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. M had had small glimpses of James naked before but to have him here before her now practically took her breath away. He did not seem at all turned off by her aged body and that did more to bolster her confidence than anything. He looked at her like he worshiped her, as if she were young and beautiful to him.

"I do know it. So what say we deal with the pressing matter of putting you out of your misery." M said as she winked at him.

Bond smiled broadly as he followed M onto the bed, moving up over her kissing every inch of skin as he took her bra and panties off. He stalled and just stared at her with a look of wonder on his face as his gaze lingered on her breasts.

"I've been waiting for this...it just seems like a near Christmas miracle at this point."

M laughed as she reached up to touch his face and trail her fingers down his neck, over his clavicle and then descended to circle his nipples as she admired his musculature. Nigel had be fit when he was younger but nothing compared to this.

"This can change nothing at work and you and I will never speak of this to anyone." M said in a stern voice locking eyes with him.

"I understand M. I will be your dirty little secret...until you retire." Bond placated her between kisses.

"Yes, well that would be for the best. It's not that I'm embarrassed...I just…"

Bond silenced her with a searing kiss and then pulled away. "I understand M and I will be what you need me to be, until I can be more."

"You want to be more?" M asked curious.

"I want you to be my wife." Bond said without pause and no censure for exactly what he said. It erupted out of the purity of his desire for her. There was no other woman that he had met that could have matched him well enough to become his wife.

Bond realised that it was a long shot, but it was what he believed when he looked at her. She seemed hesitant and embarrassed for a moment before he removed her bra and panties, as if her wrinkles could deter him...that was insane after the amount of time he had dreamt of having her before him like this. Willing and beautiful despite the number of years she had blessed this world with her presence.

M had to keep her mouth from hanging open in shock. "Wife? We haven't even...you and I man not even be compatible...we could…"

"M...you analyze too much." Bond said with a smirk as he kissed her again and began his exploration of her breasts. "M can I just say that your clothing has been hiding the greatest weapons in your arsenal from my sight for well over ten years and I'm ecstatic to finally get to unwrap you."

"Bond you've already managed to seduce me so…"

"Longest...seduction...of...my...life." Bond said punctuating each word with a kiss to her neck, clavicle breasts.

M felt alive, tingly and warm as he trailed his kisses down between her thighs. When he made contact with her sex she moaned in pleasure. It had truly been a very long time.

Bond seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he made her scream his name twice before trailing kisses up her abdomen and back to her breasts with a knowing smirk on his face.

M pulled his face to hers. "Make love to me James."

"Your wish is my command M."

Bond eased into M slowly, allowing her to acclimate to him. As hard as it was for her to relax and eventually wrap her legs around him it was far harder for him to remain still while finally being enveloped by her warmth. He locked eyes with her the entire time, trying to memorize the moment they joined for the first time.

When he could finally move slowly, Bond did so with small concise movements until he made a rhythm that both of them could enjoy.

M moaned and urged him on with orders, that he was only too pleased to act on immediately.

Everything felt so wonderfully new. Even though the two of them knew each other for years. It had been a decade of verbal admonishments and flirtations, yet it still felt powerful. This was very different for Bond. M wanted her to make love to her and he was giving her his all and it was pure and so intriguingly new for him to be just James...the man. To show this other side of himself to her gradually and not as just 007 and not as he was on a job. He had put more into wooing M than he ever would have considered for any other woman he had met in his life.

It reminded James of a song he heard on the radio. In the moment he began to hum the lines as they made love. Bond had never felt so moved as he looked down on her and she matched his gaze, now fearless it what they were doing. M gave as much to him as he was giving to her.

"I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand..." (Skyfall, Adele.)

M panted his name suddenly, '"Oh James!" Her completion pulled him to follow in absolute bliss.

Bond collapsed on top of her after grunting out. "M!" Bond kissed her neck as she caught her breath. "M...that was...amazing."

"I think you can call me by my name now. After all we are rather intimately connected." M's giggle made him groan as he could feel more vibrations travelling thorough his body from her.

James laughed. "Are you sure? You said many times that you would have me killed for the mere utterance of your name."

"After that...I think it only fair that you do."

"So, I can call you Olivia now that we've...had...sex...had...had intimate...relations." James said with a smile and as if confused as to what to label what had just occurred between them in her bed.

"That was making love James. Had you really never done it before?"

"No. I was saving it...for the woman I love apparently."

"I would have thought you and Vesper…"

"No...not really. I was not completely open with her and she was definitely hiding things from me. She was a brilliant actress I will admit that she totally fooled me."

"What was that song you were humming. I have to say that I've never had a man burst out in song making love to me. Poetry yes but a song?"

"I heard it on the radio and I thought of us. You've made me the man I am more than even my mother did."

"Mother comparisons? Really? At a time like this."

Bond realised that he was hovering above M but didn't want to leave her warmth and she was not pushing him away. He reluctantly withdrew groaned at losing contact with her. Bond rolled to his side, draping an arm around her middle and pulling up some blankets to cover them.

"Well; you are trying to compare what we have, to that fleeting affair with Vesper." Bond said with a little frustration. He didn't want to talk about the traitor with M. She was long ago dead and buried.

"I was horribly angry to have lost you but I always understood why you handed in your resignation. I understood that you wanted a chance at marriage, happiness and perhaps a family. That was not wrong and I knew what you were my best but that I would give you a chance at the happiness that I had."

"Nigel?"

"Yes."

"Was he the love of your life? Your soul mate?"

"I think that he was for that life."

"For that life? You do know you only have one, even if you are very...very good." Bond said as he kissed her arm and tickled her side. At least they were no longer discussing Vesper.

"Yes, but I have lived in two completely different worlds and that saved me more than I could say. I escaped MI6 into home every night and was Olivia not M. Becoming this with you...well...it has made me face the reality of only one life now. We are both tied up and embroiled in MI6, no matter what we say to try to separate our realities."

"I always envied you your ability to escape and now...I'm sad that you cannot."

M smiled and caressed his face. "I will try to keep a level head and treat you the same and you will do the same but I know deep down that I will begin to send you on less dangerous missions for my own selfish needs."

"M...I can still handle my job."

"Yes; but can I lose you after this? This is my battle and why I kept you waiting so long. I was hoping it would all just go away to save the trouble that would have happened anyway because you wormed your way into this old heart long ago."

Bond winked at her. "I knew I did! It took me stripping you down to nothing to admit it and thank all the gods in human history that it finally happened."

M laughed and ran her hand down his shoulder in and down to his hand which she pulled to her lips affectionately.

"James; I want you to call me on it privately, if you think I'm going too soft on you. Tanner will be sure to mention when you're best suited to a job and I will rely on him to be my conscience."

Bond smiled and kissed her shoulder. "M you think too much. Just let this evolve naturally. I love you and I think I always have. I can't remember a time when you didn't make my heart race and my mind slip into defence mode."

"Defence mode?" M looked at him, cautiously and taken aback waiting for an explanation.

"Do you know how disarming it feels to be in love with someone, so out of your league that just a smile could make me rush home for a bottle and a lot of self abuse in a cold shower." Bond said laughing.

M laughed as she rolled to her side to face him. It is my job to intimidate you know."

"I never thought I had a chance in hell with you M."

"Nor I you, at my age."

"You're not old to me. As for intimidation; arguing with you has a very sexy side effect on me. King has been in the same boat for a lot longer and I'm ecstatic that you chose me."

"Yes, well Chester has always been the king of assumptions concerning me. He actually did try to break Nigel and I up."

"I can believe it. He would have tossed away his friendship with your husband just to be with you. I can totally relate and I feel bad for the gent, but much happier that I won."

"It would have made more sense to marry him. You...well, I don't expect us to last."

"M? How could you say that after all that we have been through together over the years, not to mention the last two?"

"James...the age difference will catch up to this love affair and if I become to aged...I want you to know that I will understand."

Bond kissed her. "You think too much and I'm not leaving. You are far more likely to have to deal with my funeral than I yours."

"James...don't say that."

"Why? You know it's true. And if and when my time comes I want you to know two things: One; that I loved you with all of my heart; and two; that you should give Chester a chance. I don't want you to be alone and lonely when there is a man out there who feels strongly for you."

"James! Stop this talk now! I don't want to dwell on a future that has not yet happened. Here we are in post coital bliss and you're planning your funeral and my next romance."

James laughed. "I love you very much M and can't stop telling you now that all this has come to pass. I don't plan on leaving you anytime soon."

"Fine…in private only and this is the last we will discuss this. Now I think after this rather active evening I could use some sleep and a lie in."

"I don't know how much of a lie in you're going to get. Because I love morning sex and being this close to you is driving me mad again already!"

M laughed. "It's Olivia and you will have to be more patient with me than a young woman who can keep up with you."

"I think you can keep up with me just fine M." Bond smirked as M reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight James, darling. I know it sounds insane but I love you far more than I should at my age."

"Good, the feeling is mutual finally!" Bond kissed her deeply like he had dared just a few times years before.

That night two years ago when King kidnapped Nigel to get Olivia's attention. Those few minutes of pleasurable tension, pressed up against M in the hall closet of her former flat, was a night that James Bond would never forget.

He gave her a family heirloom as a declaration of his love, even if her husband lived at the time. In those moments he felt her conflict over him. Bond was just now getting the stubborn woman to admit her feelings for him, while lying in his arms after making love.

"And M...Olivia my love...Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas James Bond."

The End.