Chapter Three

"Remember the last time I was here?" he asked as he looked around in her living room, "We were plotting that vicious plan against Bond that worked perfectly."

Of course she remembered, but the mention of those events and the word 'perfect' reminded her even more of that moment when they had been dancing in her office, feeling like the perfect couple and somehow she sensed that they'd managed to ruin that image tonight on the top of that table.

But instead of saying it out loud she only nodded and took a seat in one of the armchairs, motioning him to do the same. She didn't say a word, because she wanted him to talk first, to tell her why he was there at that late hour.

"I don't like us being awkward," he finally said and a smile appeared on her face hearing his honesty, she suddenly felt some calmness spreading through her.

"I don't like it either," she admitted and he smiled back at her.

"I know it was my fault, I shouldn't have kissed you under the mistletoe, but it happened and then I kissed you again, it was my fault," he repeated himself and she couldn't take it any longer.

"Stop it, will you? You know me. Have you ever seen me let someone do anything to me against my will?"

He smiled again hearing her confession. It was just as much her fault after all, she had been aware of playing with fire, she just hadn't counted with getting burnt. And the way he was smiling at her just added fuel to the flame.

"I regret nothing," he stated, looking into her eyes and even though she felt the same way, she couldn't bring herself to say it, instead she rushed to make something else clear.

"You know that it can't happen again, not if we want to still have a firm this time next year."

"Why do you always have to be such a killjoy?" he replied a little bitterly, but she saw in his eyes that he didn't mean it too seriously, it was obviously meant with love, it seemed like he kind of accepted that she was right.

"I'm doing a favor, for both of us," she said seriously and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, probably considering her statement.

"I know," his answer came, accompanied with a nod, "But…" he added and she turned uneasy at once, she wasn't ready to hear him disagree, come up with other options, she considered her solution the only right one.

"There's no but," she interfered, sounding firm, hoping this would make him shut up, forget what he'd planned to say, change his mind. She would have given anything if he'd just stood up, said good night and left, but he was still sitting there, looking at her and his gaze made her even more anxious.

"I should go then," he stood up, taking his eyes off her and looking at the ground he turned away from her, taking a step in the opposite direction.

And even though she'd wished for this to happen just a minute ago, suddenly a voice in her head started to scream that she shouldn't let him go like this, she should let him talk first, because she needed to hear his reasons as well. The unspoken words would only cause more awkwardness between them and that was the reason they'd started talking about it on the first place, to avoid that from happening again.

"Will, wait."

Her words sounded more like a cry, even though she tried to say them as calmly as possible, standing up from her seat and taking a step towards him. He turned hearing her voice and he must have seen something in her eyes, because the next moment he was already in front of her, just a few inches away. He waited to hear her out, he didn't touch her, nor did he say anything, but his eyes spoke for themselves. They showed a desire she couldn't miss and he couldn't deny. And however hard he made it for her, he still left the decision in her hands.

She could have reacted in many different ways, but there was only one way that felt right at that moment.

"Just one night," she proposed because she couldn't let him go like that.

This night had already been doomed, so they might as well accept this fact and make the most of it. He was there for a reason and it surely had nothing to do with listening to her lecture him about right and wrong. The way he looked at her, the closeness of his body to hers all proved that he in fact came for more and even though it didn't make sense she still wanted to give it to him.

"One night," he agreed and she slightly nodded, giving a silent go to his body, his lips his hands.

In a moment it was impossible to tell who was kissing who, where their hands disappeared and what would ever stop them again.