M stumbled through the door of her flat, knees shaking and a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead.

Bond had been tormenting her with the vibrations all the way home. In fact, she climaxed once in the car and she had to bite down on her fist to muffle her cry so she wouldn't alarm the driver.

Mercifully, he'd turned it off about a block away from her flat so her knees wouldn't shake too terribly when she got out of the car.

She panted lightly, setting her keys on the table and flicking the light on.

"What-?"

She turned to see a sizeable Christmas tree in the middle of her sitting room, fully decorated with twinkling lights. Presents wrapped in shiny paper were tucked underneath, and as she walked closer she realized they all had her name on. There were poinsettias everywhere and holly draped over the mantel.

She bit her lip. There was even a small plate of mince pies set out by the fireplace, with a small tag off to the side. She picked it up and held it a bit closer to the floor lamp so she could read it.

'For: Father Christmas (if he can get past security)'

She chuckled.

"Merry Christmas, M."

She turned around to see Bond standing with his hands in his pockets.

He followed her eyes and chuckled, turning his pockets out to show her he wasn't holding the remote anymore. "It's okay."

"What's all this?"

"I know you normally spend this night alone in the office, and I know you said you didn't want a fuss, but I thought it was high time you had a proper Christmas."

"You didn't have to do-"

"I know that. I wanted to." He stepped closer to her. "I meant what I said earlier. There's something good between us. Something special. And I know we have to hide it at the office, but right now, I just want us to forget all that and have a nice holiday. Together."

M looked up at him for a second. "You torture me with rigged knickers and now you want to have a nice quiet holiday at home," she smirked.

He chuckled. "That bit was just fun for me. This part is for you."

He ducked his head to kiss her softly, pulling her closer to his body. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned against his lips, feeling slightly lightheaded at the sensation.

She could tell this kiss wasn't like the others. It was different somehow.

More real. More feeling.

He pulled away from her smiling. "So? What do you think?"

"I think…" she looked into his eyes. "I think this is the best Christmas present I've ever had."

He smiled. "And you haven't even seen the stuff in the boxes yet."

She chuckled. "I meant you."

His face softened. "Really?"

She nodded. "Even though you torment me…" she smirked. She leaned up to kiss him again.

"Actually I was thinking in the car. Well… as much as I could think amongst certain distractions..." She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and he chuckled. "I do want us to try. I think… I'd like to try having a real relationship."

He smiled and hugged her. "Thank you. I promise. You won't be sorry."

She chuckled. "Oh, I know. You forget I have the power to make a man disappear." She smirked and kissed his nose. "Now… about those presents…"

Bond rolled off her with a satisfied moan, collapsing onto the pillows behind him.

"Can you still land a spot on the naughty list if you're an adult?" he asked, still panting slightly from the exertion.

"Couldn't make it fifteen minutes," she ran a hand over her face. "I have a feeling that particular present was more for you than it was for me," M giggled.

She'd heard of several variations of cock rings before, but she'd never actually had one vibrate.

She idly wondered if he'd gotten that idea from Q as well or if he came up with it all on his own.

Whichever it was, she was thankful for the gift.

"James…"

"Hm?"

"When you asked Q to help you design those…" she nodded toward the discarded lace knickers that had been strewn across the little chair in front of her vanity. "…you didn't tell him they were for me, did you?"

"No. Of course not. I just mentioned they were for a special friend."

She hummed her acknowledgement.

He turned to look at her. "You didn't think I'd really tell him, did you?"

"No, but he's an intelligent young man. He might have figured it out. I didn't know whether or not you confirmed it, is all."

"I doubt it. Given our reputations around the office, I don't think anyone suspects any type of romance out of the two of us, especially toward each other."

She snorted. "I suppose we have worked rather hard at keeping people at bay."

"Besides, even if he did suspect anything, I wouldn't have said. It's not my place to say and it's definitely not the right time."

M nodded and snuggled up to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For not trusting you. I know you wouldn't really have told him."

"It's alright. It's gonna take some time. For both of us. We'll get there." He kissed the top of her head.

She lifted her knee to drape it across his thigh but with her legs being shorter, she mistakenly brushed his groin instead.

He gave a low growl. "You did that on purpose."

"Did not," she smirked.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't. I promise. I was trying to cuddle," she kissed his jawline. "But…" she moved her leg again and was met with growing hardness. "It doesn't seem as though you have any objection."

She nibbled at his jaw and he groaned, his hips twitching as her leg brushed him again in what he was sure was an intentional caress.

He rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress as she giggled and squirmed beneath him.

"This is violently unfair you know," he murmured into her neck, trailing kisses across her collarbone.

"Mm? How so?"

"I can't think straight around you." He rolled his hips against her thigh, suckling on her pulse point.

She moaned. "It's a good thing this doesn't require much thought then."

He chuckled. "It's a good thing I love you."

They both froze.

He lifted his head.

She pulled back to look into his eyes.

"What did you say?"