Afraid Of Fire, a Skyfall fanfic (James Bond/Eve Moneypenny)
Eve wasn't used to walking on thin ice.
She had trained to be an agent. Maybe she threw away the danger and excitement for health care and a retirement plan. For a job with good pay and vacations in paradise.
For hot guys that walked in and out of her office.
She wasn't afraid of fire. She lived for the thrill of the chase. The problem was, she had a feeling he did, too.
So when MI6 ordered her to go with Bond, she didn't balk at the suggestion. She smiled demurely and packed her suitcase. She liked men. Gorgeous men, charming men with manners and great foreplay techniques and perhaps a gambling or a drinking problem. Nice guys- guys like Q- were not what her fantasies were made of.
India. They stayed in a fabulous hotel, of course. With rooms on separate floors, of course. They were pretending to be a couple, of course. MI6 was never that creative with covers. She was given a perfect dark purple dress to wear. Heels to die for. Gold jewelery- all perfection. She wanted to bathe in it.
Her pulse quickened when she opened the door to find him standing there in his perfect tux. His eyes dropped down her body so slowly and deliberately she felt like she should slap him. Instead her lips curved into a tiny smile. “Do you like my dress?”
“I'd like it better if you weren't wearing it.”
Oh, please, fuck me, James. “You won't get that lucky.” She grabbed her purse. “Should we go?”
He nodded and slipped an arm around her waist. They entered into the hustle and bustle of the hotel, one of the many. Just another gorgeous rich couple. His fingers felt tense, like he was waiting at any moment to pounce. “What is the plan?”
“When we get to the lobby, keep an eye out. It's a huge party. We're looking for men in silver suits. We'll split up then. Go get a drink, look casual,” he ordered easily.
“Alright.”
He leaned in and kissed the side of neck, right under her ear. The heat from his mouth almost made her shiver and she bit her lipstick stained lips. “You are beautiful.”
She just smiled, enjoyed it. Compliments were his thing. She could play his game and play it well. She loved every second of it. Cat and mouse. The chase.
But they were there, in the lobby. She felt his hand pull away from her, his mind already on his job. She felt a strain of annoyance.
Until he slipped something in her hand. She frowned and glanced down at her palm. A necklace. A dark purple stone hanging on a delicate string.
Perfect.
She looked up in time to see his panther like smile. His kiss to her hand was quick and snake like. His tongue flicked out and rubbed her skin.
She wanted his mouth everywhere.
He walked away and she watched him until he was out of sight, her wetness running down her leg to the Beretta strapped to her thigh.