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[Sept. 13] [James Bond] Careless Whisper
Title: Careless Whisper
Day/Theme: Sept. 13 - Go west
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond/Natalya (GoldenEye)
Rating: PG-13 to R for non-graphic sexual...stuff and a bit o' language
Finally, a fic that actually goes with my icon. omg yazorz.
Enjoy.
West.
It had been the dream of her mother as a girl, back when the West was a place you could not go. Now, here she was. Here they were. America, the land of opportunity, the place where dreams came true, staying at a posh hotel because the C.I.A. was eating the bill. Sometimes there were meetings, and questions, and she was tired of giving the same answers over and over again. But then there was the beautiful hotel suite, and the beautiful man she shared it with.
Almost smiling to herself, she wondered how he'd react if she told him he was beautiful. He would probably pin her down to the bed and threaten to spank her, only the light of humor in his eyes dispelling his ferociousness. He'd keep on holding her wrists down and press their bodies together, and her heart would throb and her throat would go dry and she'd feel his teeth and tongue scraping against the skin of her neck, her chest, her stomach...
Heart throbbing and throat dry, she only lacked the other half of her fantasy. At present he lay sleeping, dark hair tousled, his face an impassive, hard-edged mask. It was almost frightening. Like he had no soul.
A breathing corpse.
The goosebumps had risen on her skin, and she pushed morbidity out of her mind as her hand, seemingly of its own accord, drifted over and began pushing the sheets down his body.
He was awake at the first touch. He had to be - she knew this. It came with his profession. But he kept on pretending, his breathing still slow and even, but deeper. His eyes did not open until her hand was below his waist.
"Can't you just say 'good morning' like a normal person?" he murmured, eyes still shut.
She laughed. "It's not morning. You've hardly been asleep at all."
"Well, now, that explains - ah!"
Natalya was smiling. She'd learned exactly what could stop him in the middle of a sentence, make the breath catch in his throat. But it would only be a moment before he tried to regain control of the situation, which was what she'd been counting on.
He sprung like a predator, rolling her onto her back, and taking her as fiercely as her wantoness demanded. He was everything that modern men weren't supposed to be - and how she loved it. Craved it. Like all women must, she decided, unless there was something wrong with them.
"How much longer, do you think?" she asked him some time later as they lay side by side. "When will they be done with all their beaurocratic..."
"Bullshit?" Bond suggested.
"Exactly." She giggled a little.
He half-shrugged, and she felt his shoulder bump hers. "Another few days, maybe. Won't be long."
"Will you go back to England?"
"I'm afraid I have to." Bond smiled. "But I'll see you're taken care of - would you like to go back to the Motherland? Or shall I set you up someplace here? America's a big place, you know, plenty to do. Silicone Valley might be the place for you to start, or Redmond over in Washington - the other Washington, the grunge rock place. That's where Microsoft is. You could make quite a living for yourself. I'll be awfully jealous."
Her heart was sinking, sinking faster than Janus falling off the satellite. So this was the end. So he didn't feel anything but friendship for her - friendship and animal magentism, friendship and passion, friends with benefits...like they said on American television.
But maybe -
Before she could stop herself, it came out in a whisper:
"I love you, James."
His mouth half-opened as if he were about to say something, but no sound came out, and then he rolled over onto his side to face her. "Now, look," he said, softly, and there was real hurt in his eyes. "We've had a really brilliant time - but -"
She couldn't hear him anymore, didn't want to. She got up and put her clothes back on, haphazardly, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Natalya!" he hissed. "Where are you -"
"Back to my room." She hadn't used it since they'd arrived.
"Natalya, this is ridiculous." His voice was firm and authoritative. She wanted to hit him. "There was never any discussion - I'm no good for the long term, you've got to know that already. Let's not ruin the time we've got left."
His only answer was the slamming of the door, and then silence.
Natalya Simonova lay in her own cold, untouched bed, and cried. They could have had a few more days, but she had to know her poison before she drank it. Some people, they are just too smart to be happy.
She, she had forced his hand. One careless whisper. Four words. Some things, she decided, were better unheard - better unsaid.
Yes - Silicone Valley. It would be her new home. Somewhere she could start a new life, without Ana, without Boris, but mostly without James. She would climb on a plane and she would go west, further west, as people always did when they were trying to get away. Into the sunset. Like a hero.
She would go west.
Day/Theme: Sept. 13 - Go west
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond/Natalya (GoldenEye)
Rating: PG-13 to R for non-graphic sexual...stuff and a bit o' language
Finally, a fic that actually goes with my icon. omg yazorz.
Enjoy.
West.
It had been the dream of her mother as a girl, back when the West was a place you could not go. Now, here she was. Here they were. America, the land of opportunity, the place where dreams came true, staying at a posh hotel because the C.I.A. was eating the bill. Sometimes there were meetings, and questions, and she was tired of giving the same answers over and over again. But then there was the beautiful hotel suite, and the beautiful man she shared it with.
Almost smiling to herself, she wondered how he'd react if she told him he was beautiful. He would probably pin her down to the bed and threaten to spank her, only the light of humor in his eyes dispelling his ferociousness. He'd keep on holding her wrists down and press their bodies together, and her heart would throb and her throat would go dry and she'd feel his teeth and tongue scraping against the skin of her neck, her chest, her stomach...
Heart throbbing and throat dry, she only lacked the other half of her fantasy. At present he lay sleeping, dark hair tousled, his face an impassive, hard-edged mask. It was almost frightening. Like he had no soul.
A breathing corpse.
The goosebumps had risen on her skin, and she pushed morbidity out of her mind as her hand, seemingly of its own accord, drifted over and began pushing the sheets down his body.
He was awake at the first touch. He had to be - she knew this. It came with his profession. But he kept on pretending, his breathing still slow and even, but deeper. His eyes did not open until her hand was below his waist.
"Can't you just say 'good morning' like a normal person?" he murmured, eyes still shut.
She laughed. "It's not morning. You've hardly been asleep at all."
"Well, now, that explains - ah!"
Natalya was smiling. She'd learned exactly what could stop him in the middle of a sentence, make the breath catch in his throat. But it would only be a moment before he tried to regain control of the situation, which was what she'd been counting on.
He sprung like a predator, rolling her onto her back, and taking her as fiercely as her wantoness demanded. He was everything that modern men weren't supposed to be - and how she loved it. Craved it. Like all women must, she decided, unless there was something wrong with them.
"How much longer, do you think?" she asked him some time later as they lay side by side. "When will they be done with all their beaurocratic..."
"Bullshit?" Bond suggested.
"Exactly." She giggled a little.
He half-shrugged, and she felt his shoulder bump hers. "Another few days, maybe. Won't be long."
"Will you go back to England?"
"I'm afraid I have to." Bond smiled. "But I'll see you're taken care of - would you like to go back to the Motherland? Or shall I set you up someplace here? America's a big place, you know, plenty to do. Silicone Valley might be the place for you to start, or Redmond over in Washington - the other Washington, the grunge rock place. That's where Microsoft is. You could make quite a living for yourself. I'll be awfully jealous."
Her heart was sinking, sinking faster than Janus falling off the satellite. So this was the end. So he didn't feel anything but friendship for her - friendship and animal magentism, friendship and passion, friends with benefits...like they said on American television.
But maybe -
Before she could stop herself, it came out in a whisper:
"I love you, James."
His mouth half-opened as if he were about to say something, but no sound came out, and then he rolled over onto his side to face her. "Now, look," he said, softly, and there was real hurt in his eyes. "We've had a really brilliant time - but -"
She couldn't hear him anymore, didn't want to. She got up and put her clothes back on, haphazardly, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Natalya!" he hissed. "Where are you -"
"Back to my room." She hadn't used it since they'd arrived.
"Natalya, this is ridiculous." His voice was firm and authoritative. She wanted to hit him. "There was never any discussion - I'm no good for the long term, you've got to know that already. Let's not ruin the time we've got left."
His only answer was the slamming of the door, and then silence.
Natalya Simonova lay in her own cold, untouched bed, and cried. They could have had a few more days, but she had to know her poison before she drank it. Some people, they are just too smart to be happy.
She, she had forced his hand. One careless whisper. Four words. Some things, she decided, were better unheard - better unsaid.
Yes - Silicone Valley. It would be her new home. Somewhere she could start a new life, without Ana, without Boris, but mostly without James. She would climb on a plane and she would go west, further west, as people always did when they were trying to get away. Into the sunset. Like a hero.
She would go west.