Apres-Escape [RP for [insanejournal.com profile] foreverbondgirl]

May. 27th, 2010 04:18 pm
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Bond and the girl had attracted a great deal of strange looks and disdainful stares from the other resort patrons in the lobby. Of course, even Bond had to concede that they had earned them, strolling into the front door of the highest-rated hotel in the ski resort town of Courmayeur looking bedraggled, roughed-up and as though before being through a wringer he and Mia had dressed for more temperate climes. They had, naturally, and the Union Corse kidnappers from whom they had recently escaped had not thought to provide them with warmer clothes.

Still and all, Mia and Bond were relatively unscathed for having exited the small propeller-driven airplane without benefit of parachute. And once the front desk had received confirmation of Bond's Transworld Consortium expense account, their disheveled state became a complete non-issue for the staff. He and Mia were immediately treated with kid gloves and shown to the most lushly-appointed and most secluded private chalet of the hotel.

Locking the door and taking a long minute to stare out of the window to ensure that they need not expect unwelcome visitors any time soon, Bond felt the rush of adrenaline that violence always brought begin to ebb. For a moment, he cursed it as it faded away like a drug addict cursing the end of a high. Forcing back such thoughts, he turned casually toward the opulent living room.

"You're sure you're all right, Mia?"

Date: 2010-05-27 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
"Mmmm. Fine," she sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to straighten it out. Mia looked down at her appearance and frowned; truly, she shouldn't be so overly concerned about how she looked in front of James by now.

Still, old habits die hard, she thought to herself as she walked back to James and wrapped her arms around his waist. He had saved her -- again -- and she knew she would be indebted to him for life. "There's no possible way for me to thank you, James."

No... no there was one way that Mia knew she was very good at. Smiling, she looked up at James. "Although I am cold. Aren't you? I could warm you up, maybe? You could warm me up?" Her hands left his waist and began running up his back while she stood on tip-toe, her mouth angled to meet his.

Date: 2010-05-28 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
Nodding, Bond let his hands drop to Mia's hips, pulling her close as he leaned into her embrace. The closeness of her body blew air back over the adrenaline fire inside of his chest, keeping it from extinguishing too quickly. Feeling those sparks glowing, Bond was happy to keep Mia close and see how much longer he could keep it going. He kissed the girl on the forehead, smelling for a moment the exertion and smoke and gunpowder that lingered after their escape and hiding the wince as Mia grazed his bruised ribs.

"That can definitely be arranged," Bond replied before pressing his lips against Mia's. "And while I don't see a St. Bernard or a cask of brandy in this room, I'm sure I can find a way to heat things up."

Kissing her again, Bond reached out, slapping the switch on the wall beside him. With a whoosh, the gas-powered fireplace roared to life. Bond guided the girl closer to it, pulling her down to the thick, soft faux-fur rug in front of the blaze.

Date: 2010-05-28 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
Mia had not even noticed the beauty of the room they were in. She was too shaken from their kidnapping, too thankful to James, and there was something electric between them both because of it all. Once the fire warmed the room, though, and James led her to the rug, she smiled.

"Rugs and fireplaces are my favorite places to make love," she told him as her back touched the softness of the rug and her front felt the hardness of his body's muscles and planes. Mia didn't have much more time to think or speak beyond that, though, because his mouth was doing all sorts of things to her until her back arched into James and she moaned into his mouth.

Her hands began moving down his back, and she pulled her lips away long enough to ask him the one thing she knew how to do -- how to please a man with whatever fantasy or desire he wished for in bed.

"Tell me what you want, James...."

Date: 2010-05-28 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
Bond hovered over Mia, hands roaming over her very expensive and now almost totally ruined clothes, planning his attack for divesting her of them. "I suppose I shouldn't tear these off you completely," he mused almost to himself, "we'll need to make at least one more outing to get new ones... eventually."

His head snapped up as the girl offered herself to him again, in a way that Bond had no doubt would have softened the knees of any man so fortunate as to hear the words. And under other circumstances, Bond would have happily taken advantage. But his instincts turned sharply, and as he did in moments of danger, Bond trusted in them.

"Don't think it escaped me earlier that you were willing to fight to stay alive earlier. What I want is to see you make love with that determination to not just lay back and accept. You wanted warmth. I want fire."

Bond reached down and easily tore the front of Mia's dress open right down the middle before leaning down and crushing his mouth over hers.

Date: 2010-05-28 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
She gasped, not at how he was removing her clothing but at the idea that he didn't wish for a fantasy. Mia had nearly forgotten what it was like to be herself in bed; it was what she had done best throughout the years as a mistress.

Unless, of course, his desire is to truly have you be the fire he wants, she reminded herself. That thought was pushed aside quickly, though, as she pulled him to her body, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. Her mouth was crushed by his, and she matched the fierceness that was there as her tongue tasted James as much as possible.

Mia's hips rose off the floor and then lowered again, trying to fuck James through the barriers of clothing still there. She moved her mouth away to gasp for breath while fingers ran through his hair and pressed James' head closer to her breasts.

Date: 2010-05-28 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
Bond felt Mia's tongue sliding against his, the taste of her just as delicious as the first time. As she pulled him to her, he smiled around the kiss, feeling from her every bit as much warmth as the fire beside them. Sex with sweet young ingenues was always a pleasure, but making love to women who could also make love for themselves was something far more intriguing.

Responding the guidance of Mia's hands, Bond's mouth traced wet kisses down her throat and collarbone until he could cover her breasts with them. His lips moved over the small, firm mounds and his teeth teased the dark pink tips.

Rising slightly, Bond pulled off his torn shirt and threw it aside. Smiling down and Mia, he ran his hands over her body, appreciation sounding a rumble in his chest. "I'll be nicer about this pair," Bond drawled, tugging her knickers off her hips.

Date: 2010-05-31 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
"Don't be nicer on my account," she replied with a smile, groaning into the feel of his hands on her skin just as Mia ran her own fingers down James' back. Her breasts were tender and sore in the perfect way that made her ache for more, and she pulled James back down to crush her breasts with his body after he was finished licking them.

"In fact, you don't need to be nice about anything, if you wish." There was a slight smirk on her face as she whispered the words, but somehow Mia wondered if James was the sort who actually enjoyed making love as opposed to merely "fucking".

As she pulled his lips back to hers and moved her mouth against James' once again, she stopped only to admit, "No one has ever made love to me before." It was an admission that she would normally never make, but these circumstances were different -- high stakes, life and death, with an incredibly attractive man who would protect and save her.

She was wet already simply thinking of everything...

Date: 2010-06-01 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
Bond gently drew the girl's lower lip between his teeth with a smirk as he released it. "And here I thought I made a much more lasting impression on you in London," he quipped, staring into Mia's wide eyes and fixing them with his own. "I'll just have to make extra sure you never forget just how well and thoroughly you've been made love to."

Reaching down, Bond pushed at his trousers with one hand while still holding himself up with the other, not wanting to lose the view of Mia laying naked and glorious amongst her tatters and the ability to taste that bared body while losing his own clothes. Once the beaten wool and cotton were kicked away, Bond covered Mia with his body and pressed his lips to her ear.

"But if you insist it's true, well... that just means so much more for me to enjoy and explore, all for me." Bond shifted his weight, pressing himself against her sex, groaning as he found her wet and waiting already.

Date: 2010-06-01 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
She laughed and blushed, shaking her head. "No one but you, James," Mia corrected herself, adding, "and you made quite an impression. Three or four of them, if I recall correctly."

Mia lifted her hips to meet his and sighed as she felt him slip inside of her, filling her completely until her mouth hung open from how deep his cock was and how long he was. Her legs wrapped tightly, but it wasn't enough. She moved her legs higher up, past James' waits, while her hands reached for his head to pull it down to her lips and crush them together.

As her back arched, breasts nearly flattened against his chest, Mia managed to groan out, "Oh James," before losing herself entirely to him.

Date: 2010-06-01 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
He groaned once sheathed completely inside of her. "Any man who would think he might need more than this when he has it," said Bond, pulling back and moving forward into his first few thrusts, "is a fool doesn't deserve it at all." Letting himself be pulled into Mia and pulled against her, Bond rolled his hips, riding the girl and her growing assertive movements.

Kissing her hard, Bond recognized the slight shift underneath him. Mia had grasped at him as much as she could. Now, like most women in his experience, she was looking to him and his strength to guide and carry her the rest of the way into her own desires. Bond was happy to oblige.

Shifting his weight, he rose up a little, moving in and out of Mia now with more purpose, the angle of his shaft making it drag against the pearl above her opening. Bond could feel her responding. "That's it, Mia. That's it. You tell me now. You say what you want for once."

Date: 2010-06-01 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
Mia's eyes were fixed on his, mouth open as she gasped for breath. He wantedher to tell him her own desires? No one had asked that of her, not ever. Certainly not... well, she didn't want to think about him while James was making love to her. Mia still felt partly responsible for his wife's death, even though she had nothing to do with it.

Was James thinking of his wife right then?

Pushing those thoughts away too, she came back to the present and to James' request. Nodding but still a little unsure, Mia's quivering lips managed to get our her request. "You... I want you... God, yes, like that... kiss me. Please." Tell me you love me. "Make me come, make me... safe and... yours, oh God, James, please..." The angle was just so that it was torture for Mia, denying her of her orgasm all the while promising it at the same time.

Date: 2010-06-01 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
Bodies rocking together, Bond let the pleasure wash over him in waves. There would probably be some quiet moments once Mia fell asleep and he fought the insomnia brought on by a body running on so much adrenaline that he would wonder about what he was really doing. Mia was a lovely girl, and did not deserve even the least bit of what the Union Corse had planned for her, but he knew who and what he was, so why was he being so encouraging? If everything went as it usually did, he would save the girl and ensure her safety and then disappear from her life.

He wanted her to be able to stand on her own two feet in that life, Bond told himself. And if Mia continued to be what her man wanted, she would never be able to do so. Yes, Bond decided, that was it.

When Mia's words wrapped themselves around him the same way her long limbs clung to his body, Bond wondered if that decision was wise. Mia was asking for things he had not been able to give for a long time, things he didn't want to give. But as she went warm and liquid around his length, Bond decided to be generous some more. "You'll be safe," he told Mia between rough, hard kisses, "and you'll be with me."

Date: 2010-06-01 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
"Oh my God," Mia managed to get out between the hard kisses that James gave to until she held his face in place so she could return them with the same fierceness and hunger. She needed more, she told herself, as she angled her mouth so that James could take more from her. All the while her hips moved perfectly with his, against his, wetness slipping down her thighs.

She would be with him and she would be safe. It didn't even occur to Mia at the time that what James was saying might have a different meaning to him than to her; all she knew was that he truly would keep her safe. After all, hadn't he just rescued her again?

And she would be with him. That last thought was what did it for Mia, because the warmth she had been feeling toward James had only grown in the short amount of time she'd known him. Now she could see how easy it was for any woman to fall hopelessly in love with him. Mia's body tightened around his and she shivered -- not from cold, since the fireplace was keeping her warm, but from his words. She'd been holding back and knew she couldn't any longer...

Date: 2010-06-01 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
She was pulling again, grabbing and holding onto him for dear life, just as strongly as she had when Mia had trusted him to throw them both out of the plane with nothing keeping them connected but their own strength and determination to survive. If Bond was a man more able to remove his mind while in the middle of sex, he would have recognized the implications, but the feel of her around him drowned out any deeper thoughts. "Yes, yes," he muttered, pulses of Mia's pleasure pulsing their way into him.

Bond quickened his pace when he felt those waves and wetness pouring out of Mia's body. It triggered the building up of pressure in his own belly.

Mia was an exquisite lover, especially now that she was as dedicated to her own desires as his own. In the back of his mind, Bond wondered whether he might be able to enjoy her for a while as sometimes happened with his lovers. A while, Bond told himself, but no more. Until then, though...

"Come. I know you want to."

Date: 2010-06-01 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
"Yes," she managed as she nodded at the same time, eyes shut so she could just feel everything he was doing to her. The way he slipped so easily in and out of her, the way his words made her feel loved and safe.

Then, Mia couldn't think at all.

She came, her body tensing as she panted for breath, a small scream of James' name nearly ruining her voice as her legs slipped down his body in exhaustion. Her mouth found his and she kissed him fiercely, as if his mouth was the only thing allowing her to breathe. Her entire body was warm, wet, and tired, but she wanted to feel James come inside of her, too.

"Please James," she mewled to him. "Come for me, too. Please..."

It wasn't the same as her letting go, releasing everything into his arms because he would stay with her, but it was still something, she told herself.

Date: 2010-06-01 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
James Bond had driven nearly every kind of high-performance automobile and aircraft the world had to offer, and he was still convinced that there was no ride that compared to laying on top of a woman having a long and intense orgasm that he had set off. Mia undulated underneath him in the throes of her climax, the intensity easy to feel as it coursed through her body and into his. Bond moved with her, the clenching of her sheath pushing him to the edge.

When Mia called for him to come, Bond squared his shoulders and nodded. The flex of his body became less fluid and more rhythmic, pounding him in and out of Mia like a piston. Pressure built inside of his belly like a steam kettle. "Now," he groaned as he reached the breaking point. With a growl, Bond exploded, flooding Mia.

Panting, he lay atop her with his body still shaking slightly.

"So, bella Mia, are we all warmed up now?"

Date: 2010-06-01 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverbondgirl.insanejournal.com
Mia clung onto James and tried to remember every smallest detail, from the sounds he made to the way his body moved. She wanted it immortalized, somehow... even though she was sure it would not be the last time. Not from the way he had just said her name, with the perfect Italian accent.

She snuggled into him, rolling a little to the side so the fire would keep them both warm and the rug would comfort both bodies. "Yes," she answered him, afraid that she was, in fact, already in love with James Bond right then.

Still, if she were to die right then, she would die happy. Wasn't that all anyone could ask for?

"I'm perfectly warm, James," she murmured against his lips in the afterglow, soft kisses a contrast to the hungry ones from the beginning, as she entwined her legs with his.

Date: 2010-06-01 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orbisnonsuficit.insanejournal.com
They settled into a more comfortable position with an ease that surprised him. Bond knew that they simply hadn't known each other for long enough to be that familiar with one another's bodies. A more romantic mind would no doubt have implied that he and Mia were particularly compatible, and while Bond couldn't argue that the girl had a great deal of appeal, the idea of one person being especially well-suited or even made for another was ludicrous.

Still, it felt very comfortable to be sharing that space with her before the fire.

"Then we'll keep from ordering more clothes or food for a while and just rely on old-fashioned fire and body heat to sustain us."

Bond kissed her and found himself enjoying the soft, slow and tender feel of her lips. First, he needed to sort out the danger Mia found herself in. Bond would save sorting her and him out for later. Until then, the fire would last for hours more and, if their time in London was any indicator, so would they.


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