Chapter 3 M's Mission
"No!"
"M...it's me."
M pulled out of Bond's grasp and whirled around to face him. "What the hell Bond! You shouldn't scare me like that!"
"M...I'm sorry. You told me to be here after tea."
"Well I didn't say to sneak up behind me and give me a heart attack!"
"Sorry M. What are you really doing in this place anyway? And how could you come here without a guard?"
"Bond that is not for you to know. This is my mission and you're putting it in jeopardy!"
"How is you getting hit on by a bunch of old men, even remotely considered a mission? If you were missing a little affection..."
"Bond! I was not! And what is it to you if I am?"
"I care M. You know I would alleviate any sexual desire…"
"How dare you!"
"You know I dare, I always take dares and I would service you in an instant."
"That is hardly a recommendation 007, and you need to stop flirting with your boss." M said sternly. "Besides, they were not hitting on me that badly, and I do have a reason for being here."
"Yes, Tanner had you committed, so that you could find a date apparently." Bond rolled his eyes sarcastically.
"James leave. You're not doing anything to help, so, just leave."
"I am not leaving you here alone. M you cannot be serious? The head of MI6 cannot be without guard."
"Oh, and my guards have always been so much help in the past."
"Mitchell was a traitor and one I took care of him remember. What are you really doing here then?"
M wandered into the kitchen and began looking to see what was available for her to make for dinner and for the impromptu dinner party tomorrow. M wrote down a few items on a list as Bond sat at the counter in her small kitchen.
The main floor of M's flat was open concept with stairs to the left of the entrance that must lead to the bedrooms above. There was a door to a closet to the right and then a dining, sitting room to the right of the kitchen which was straight ahead and the first thing you saw upon entering. The hall to the left past the kitchen must lead to a bedroom and bath.
"I thought you were never an agent but an analyst? You seem so very domestic here M, who are you here to kill?"
"Kill? Why would you assume I was here to kill anyone? I was an analyst but trained in some of the basics."
"Oh do tell M...what did you learn? Seduction, eavesdropping, and I bet you excelled on the dance floor." M looked at him with an expression that appeared to ask if he was completely off his rocker.
"I'm not here to kill anyone!" M said sharply. "These old men and women that live here were once young like you. Why is that young people always forget that! You can't look past the wrinkles and liver spots to the person inside."
"I am well aware of that M. I had to explain the amount of rampant sex that goes on in these places to Tanner, as my excuse to come here. He turned several shades of red and sent me to come here, once he realized he had dropped you into the middle of a geriatric swingers club."
"Tanner's my son in this scenario. Of course he wouldn't be thinking about the sex senior citizens have. They all have their secrets and their desires, just like you and I."
"Oh really and what secret desire do you have M?" Bond said with a flirtatious glance.
M poured him his tea as she scoffed. "That's for me to know..."
"And me to find out. Why M, I would be delighted to try."
"Slip of the tongue. I assure you."
"I would love the sensation of the slip of your tongue M."
"Bond stop flirting, there's no point to it."
"But M it's what we do. I like too..."
"No; you just know that I will not cave in to your flirtations. You feel safe and secured in that knowledge, which is why you do it. I swear that everything you do is designed solely to bother me."
"Don't think that I didn't notice that you put yourself above these senior citizens, as if you were not one and an outsider. You don't see yourself as like them, and I sure as hell do not think of you as anything, but the sexy woman you are. For a smart woman you can't or won't see what's right in front of you, can you?"
"What's right in front of me, is an insubordinate flirtatious agent, who doesn't know when it's wise to stop. I can fire you for insubordination and for sexual harassment 007."
"Threats upon threats; it's all I get from you woman. After all I go through to track you down and come to assist you, not to mention keep you safe. You should be a bit more appreciative of my willingness to give up my downtime to spend it with you. Even if you do send me away, I won't go. Even if you fire me, at least I got to see you in a bathing suit today. Therefore, it's been a good day regardless. Although, I would much rather have given that massage to you."
"Oh damn all this fuss over nothing! Yes and you had to single me out in the pool. Now they're all asking me about the handsome sexy physiotherapist. The one who couldn't seem to keep his hands from adjusting my stance, all the while moving my arms and commenting on my ability to run in the water."
"I had to makes sure you were doing it right. M are you hiding from this?"
"What is the this you talk of?"
"Your loneliness, widowhood, and me."
"What?"
"You heard me. You miss your husband and you refuse to acknowledge what is right in front of your face."
"I'm M and I don't miss much Bond. In fact, I know that I found the right man here."
Bond looked at her with a worried expression. "The right man?"
"The man, a former KGB agent whose memory is going. The Russians are watching him. His name is Ivan and he and his handler Elsa, are coming here for dinner tomorrow. Are you having trouble following?" M said continuing to ignore Bond's observations about her personal life.
"I just...I was hoping that..."
"007 you are rarely tongue-tied. What's the problem?"
"You're the problem. You're increasingly my problem."
M stood across the counter from Bond and pulled back further as if struck by him.
"I'm your boss and any professional problems you have with me, will involve you being transferred to another section until I retire. Then you can deal with a new M." She said severely as she placed the cups and saucers in the sink.
"No M...you never give me a chance. You never let me crack through that hard shell. You're a logical woman...tell me why I break into your flat after my missions? Why do I continue to flirt with you when it's against every sexual harassment rule?" James got off the stool and moved around the counter into the kitchen.
Bond cornered M in the small between the counter he was sitting at and the sink area, cutting off any escape route. He wanted answers to these questions and he was not going to let her avoid or deflect answering him. "You're deflecting M, continually changing the subject to ignore the fact that I laid it all out on the table for you. I feel strongly for you and I want to have something with you. A real relationship, a romantic and sexual relationship."
James knew that she was nervously looking for an escape. M knew the answers to the questions he asked. She knew better than anyone, how he really felt about her after that kiss, months ago. He just hoped and prayed, that she felt the same way about him.
M turned away from him to start the dishes. Anything was better than looking at him. Having him turn those crystal blues eyes on her. Trying to read what was hidden in her own eyes. M cannot handle him right now, she can't have him see her un-admitted desire for him.
M had never spoken the words allowed, but she was no better than all those other women. Given the chance, she would go weak in the knees for the annoying man. But what on earth does he want with her? He can't possibly think that she believes these lies. That he actually wants her. No matter how desperate she was to believe in even an inkling of the things he says to her. Her heart ached in longing for what could never be between them.
"Look, I know that I've been too soft on you since the beginning." M ran the water into one side of the double sink adding soap. "And I've told you repeatedly to stop breaking into my flat." She had to make sense of this, to make him understand and keep him at arm's length.
Christ she needs some semblance of control over the man. How inappropriate was it, that she wants to take him upstairs and have her wicked way with him? They would toss her out for certain...if they ever found out.
"M, look at me. What are your plans for the Russian and why did I kiss you that night in your flat?"
M was looking into the sink, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "I will ascertain if he's compromised and send for a team waiting close by to come collect him and his handler.
"Why did I kiss you?"
"Can't you see I'm busy Bond. Why can you ever just accept what I tell you?!" M said stressfully as her voice rose and faltered.
"M do you want me as much as I want you?" Bond moved behind her and placed his arms around her body. He grasp her hands in the soapy water, while pressing his body gently up against her back.
M reacted by stiffening like a board, pulling her shoulders up. Then the tingling sensation from the warmth of his hands and his body so close behind her, physically made her week in the knees.
James suddenly began placing soft kisses under her ear and on her neck, as his hot mouth moved up to her jaw.
Oh, to allow herself to give in would be bliss. No one would ever have to know. She could take him upstairs and teach him a few things.
Even with Bond's list of accomplishments in the bedroom, there is no experience quite like time, and a long marriage. Keeping things spicy was a job unto itself after 30 plus years of marriage.
M realised just what she was allowing him to do and in a panic stiffened in his embrace, as she pushed back. She pulled her hand out of Bond's and hit the water faucet hard with her hand, to stop the water flow.
Unfortunately, it was too much force and the tap suddenly broke off and smashed into the sink. Water sprayed out of the centre opening and quickly drenched M's blouse and Bond's t-shirt. They both erupted into screams of surprise, as the spray of water filled the formerly tense air around them.
Bond pushed M out of the way, as he stuffed a rag down the pipe and dropped to his knees. Bond looked under the cupboard to turn off the water. When he stood up, the two of them were dripping wet.
M looked at him and began to laugh uncontrollably. Her exuberant laughter was like music to him. He had never heard such joy bubble out of her. Her body shook and it made her eyes sparkle. The fact that her white blouse was now see through, quickly heated his body. There is no way that she could deny his desire.
"Oh so you think that's funny do you M?" Bond closed in on her. He could not keep himself from gravitating towards her. Christ he loved this woman, more than anything.
Bond grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him. He ducked his head to her level and kissed her. Cold water dripped from his hair and hers down their faces. M pulled away and tried to catch her breath, both from laughing and his sudden hot kiss.
"M you made me wet."
"James! Wet and cold!"
"I love it when you call me James. Things were about to heat up very quickly if Bond had anything to say about it." Bond went to kiss her again and this time she was ready and willing.
Their lips were about to meet again, but first Bond lifted the bottom of his soaking wet t-shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest. He tossed it into the empty half of the sink behind him and M's hands moved to his shoulders. Her eyes so full of sudden desire that Bond's heart clenched.
M couldn't hide from this any longer. If he hadn't touched her, kissed her...she could have kept a modicum of control. The second his lips touched her skin her heart speed up uncontrolled. This is what his power had alway been, that uncontrolled passion that he brought out of her. She had thought that she hid it well over all these years, but no, he somehow knew she wanted him.
Bond looked at M's wet blouse sticking to her ample breasts as his hands moved to the buttons.
In M's sudden impatience, she pulled his shoulders towards her. James took the hint and began kissing her with abandon. The cold of the water juxtaposing the heat of their mouths on each other. This was not a gentle kiss. This was the unleashing of all the pent up passion either of them had ever felt for the other.
Their tongues did battle, as their hands explore exposed skin. Bond pulled away the wet fabric of her blouse away from her skin to run his hands up her back and back down to her hips. He needed her closer, as close a possible. James pulled her tightly against him as if a millimetre of space between their bodies was too much to endure any longer. M enjoyed squeezing the muscles of his shoulder and upper arms.
Moans exchanged between them, as their kisses deepened and then decreased to small breathless pants against each other's lips. M nipped at James' lower lip as he pulled his upper body away to attack the buttons of her blouse again.
Bond's only thought was to move this forward, to it's inevitable conclusion. This had been years in the making. It seemed almost seemed like destiny had brought them here. Years of endless banter between them, used as thinly disguised and desperate foreplay.
There will be a trail of discarded clothing around this small kitchen or he will burst much like that faucet.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted them both. Pouring cold water over the two of them, standing partially dressed embracing in the kitchen. Panting, M turned to look at the door, suddenly quite aware of how this looked and she began to panic.
James looked down at her worried face and smirked. His hands were still on the buttons of her blouse as he had been desperate to release her breasts from her wet blouse.
"Now what!" Bond groaned miserably as he peered down on her heaving soaked cleavage. This was not calming his body any. He had to move away from her, or he would never cool down.
He suddenly turned and left, heading to the door. M was still standing in the kitchen, shockingly frozen to the spot, in her partially unbuttoned blouse. Her face, incriminatingly flushed after having made out with Bond.
"James! What are you doing? Hide!" M said in an insistent whisper, as she attempted to button her blouse. James noticed with a smirk that she had missed a few and they were not inline.
"I will never hide from this M." To prove it, James answered the door half dressed and dripping wet.
"Yes. Can I help you?"
Doris, Janice, and Jarrod stood on the other side, with their eyes open wide in surprise. Their shocked faces frozen in place.
Doris was the only one who could manage to find her voice. "Mr. Bond! We heard screaming, as we came down the lane to ask Emma for cards."
"I'm afraid Em is busy right now."
M forced her way to the entryway past Bond. "I've had a plumbing disaster and Mr. Bond offered to help. Come in and I will change and join you." M kept her hands airing out her wet blouse.
The three of them came in to see the disaster in the kitchen and their confused looks changed to understanding.
Jarrod looked suspicious, looking at M and her disheveled appearance. He entered further into the kitchen to see if he could help. "Do you have any tools?"
"I don't think so." M said holding her arms across her breasts as much as possible under Jarrod's gaze. M darted to the right. "I'll just be a moment to change." M ran up the stairs as Doris and Janice followed her.
Jarrod turned to Bond with a glare. "So you came to help her with her plumbing eh? Without any tools?"
Bond smirked at the insinuation. "Sometimes all you need is your hands. I will go to the main house and get some while you four go off to play cards. I will be done by the time Em gets home."
"Will you be needing this?" Jarrod pulled Bond's soaked t-shirt out of the sink and tossed it to Bond.
"I think you should notify the proper custodians while you're up at the office and make yourself scarce. Don't think I didn't notice you watching her earlier. What is it? You short of funds? You think you can milk her for a few pounds and then work your way through the rest of them? Well if anything you have bloody good taste. Look, she's my girlfriend so you had better make yourself scarce around here from now on, or you won't have this job after tomorrow."
"You're her boyfriend? She told me she was a single widow? Now who's lying to get somewhere he's not suppose to be? I would be careful about claiming that one as your own mate. Something tells me she doesn't like men with those sort of assumptions."
"Listen you. Get out and I don't want to see you around Emma again, or else."
"Or else what old man?"
"Old man with money. I was a judge and still have friends in high enough places to put you away for a parking violation, if you even own a car."
Bond smirked at the man as he tossed the wet t-shirt over his shoulder and moved to the door.
"Be careful with your threats judge, or this may all backfire on you." Bond paused at the stairs and call up. "Emma dear...I will fix the sink once I get the tools!" As for a car, I drive a DB5 and you shouldn't make assumptions upon meeting someone. I would think a judge would be more understanding of that."
"Alright. I will leave the door open." M yelled from above as Bond heard the other women giggle in mirth.
Bond shot a warning glare at former, judge Jarrod and left. M and the other women came downstairs chatting jokingly about Bond's body, as Jarrod tried to seem nonchalant about it all.
Doris looked crossly at him. "Did you purposely make James leave Jarrod?"
"No not at all. I just suggested he needed tools to fix it and not just his bare hands."
"Jarrod you're just bloody jealous! Em's the luckiest woman in the entire village as far as we are concerned." Doris said as Janice nodded in agreement.
A few hours later after cards, M returned to her flat with Jarrod insisting on following. More likely he planned to take advantage of the fact that M spent x amount of time getting warmed up with James Bond earlier, and trying to capitalize on catching her and exploiting her earlier flustered arousal.
"I had fun playing cards this evening Jarrod. Thank you. Are you still coming for dinner tomorrow with Ivan and Elsa? Elsa's bringing dessert."
"I was hoping to spend the entire day with you tomorrow Emma...breakfast until dinner."
M had her hand on the doorknob, as she turned back towards him with a concerned continence on her face.
"Jarrod I don't think..." He silenced her with a sudden kiss, as he pushed her up against the front door. His right hand snaked behind her back to twist the doorknob and push them into her flat.
M pushed him back. "No Jarrod! I don't feel that way about you."
Jarrod grimaced and grabbed M pulling her into him forcefully. A loud click sounded at the side of his head. The cold press of metal against his temple.
"The lady said NO! As a judge; even a former judge, you should be well acquainted with the rules against forcing unwanted hands and lips on another person."
"YOU!" Jarrod said in a angered and flustered huff. "What the hell do you want with her anyway?"
"Everything." Bond took handcuffs from his pockets and lashed Jarrod's arms behind his back.
"Should I escort the man home M?"
"Yes. I think you'd better. Tie him in his house and I will tell everyone he's ill. I will have one of the men come watch him and I will have him released later if he behaves.
Jarrod looked between the two of them in shock. They knew each other. He could tell by the familiar tones.
"I'm a judge! You can't hold me! I will destroy the two of you!"
M moved towards him and took his tie off his neck and put it in his mouth while Bond smiled and tied it behind his head. M flipped open his collar seductively as she purred to him.
"Is this what you wanted me to do to you tonight?" Jarrod's eyes flashed in anger as he pulled against his bonds.
"You may be a judge, but I am the head of MI6 and Bond is one of my elite agents. You will tell no one and you will live out your life here in peace. We will not be here much longer disrupting your life."
James pushed him out the door and away. M made a call went upstairs to take a bath, she had hoped to be done with all the drama today. Try as she might to work out in her mind what Bond ment when he said he wanted EVERYTHING with her.
Unfortunately, her time to reflect is interrupted by Bond. She discovered him in her bedroom with a bottle of wine and two glasses, by the time she'd finished her bath. M wished he would give her time to think or, over think, as he'd accused her of doing. Perhaps she did over analyse everything, it's in her nature to do just that. However, she was not over analysing anything in the kitchen earlier today. M felt very conflicted by the emotional responses Bond elicited from her.
"James; I'm tired. I cannot entertain any notion of..."
"Don't you dare retreat from this M. You kissed me! We were going to have sex in the damn kitchen, if we hadn't been interrupted!"
"Bond your overactive imagination will to get you into trouble. For me to retain my cover you need to leave. I promise to call you should an emergency arise."
"An emergency like the good old judge taking advantage of you in your doorway. What would you have done if I wasn't here to take care of him for you?"
"Bond are you really naive enough to think I haven't had to deal with pushy unscrupulous men in the past. I work for the British government for heaven's sake. I would have reminded him how painful a knee to the groin can be and made him leave."
"M...come on. Please. I don't want you to stay alone. Jarrod Pines will be fine on his own. I wanted to leave him tied to his bed but Johnson arrived and agreed let him move freely as he sits guarding him until you give the word M."
"I am not going to let you badger me into something I am not yet ready to do James."
"What, like Tanner did when he brought you to this place. Or the good old Judge when he made you go for a walk back to your place? When you don't really want him in that way."
"I worked out every aspect of this case and until you disrupted everything with your tight black swimming shorts and...and.."
"Devilishly good looks."
"You are really full of yourself Bond. Goodnight. You can stay in the spare room but make sure no one sees you leave in the morning."
Bond frowned and moved into the room across the hall from M's.
What can he do? Pushing M had never worked in Bond's favour. He needed to get her to let go of the boss and become the glorious woman he knows lies underneath. Free and wonderful like M was as they laughed and kissed in the kitchen. He had never heard her bubble up like that before and frankly, it was completely adorable. He was going to have difficulty finding sleep with that replaying on a loop in his head all night.
To be continued...