with wasplisbeth

[doubleoohbaby]

By some stroke of luck, Bond had managed to succeed in that stake out job without much stumbling. By the time he'd been found out, it was too late for the group to back out and even after their amateur attempt at getting rid of him, James has easily got his evidence and got out of there. There wasn't any killing, which he supposes was a good thing

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[wasplisbeth]

It seems if there was any time to shoot and kill James Bond is now, when they are on a small, empty island, miles away from anyone. Still, it seems like a whole lot of a waste and she isn't going to get him dead and then sale all the way away without him. A lot of work for not a lot of gain.

Lisbeth would be pleased to know he feels that way, because when she leans back she has a thin cigarette case that she flips open and takes out one of those finely rolled joints she does. It's got a smell, a distinct smell. She'll let him do the first hit, because she is a fine lady.

[doubleoohbaby]

At least dying on a tiny, secluded island like this would be pretty sweet in comparison to some of the places he's almost died in. In fact, if he ever decides to end it all like a certain ex of his, it may well be some place like this.

He's curious as to what she's been rifling about for anyway, interest perked up like a dogs as he unconsciously leans forward just slightly, trying to get a look in before she's even opened the case. Not that he really needed to, because even with all the sea air and cigarette smoke, it's not long before a scent drifts his way.

"Hnn. You're sharing?" Suddenly he has no interest in savouring his current cigarette, finishing it off in a few quick puffs then licking his fingertips and crushing out the smoking remnants.

[wasplisbeth]

That's making a good show out of it, Bond, be positive! But yeah, she's not going to do it. Beer, sun, sand, makes for a contented Lisbeth, who knew?

Looking up at him she nods and shuts the case with a snap, setting it aside she offers the joint to him. Sometime she can just tell, there is a certain look the way people get and she just knows it's going to be an okay thing to do. It's not crack, it's not heroin, there are some countries in Europe that have made it pretty much okay. Out of all the things in the world he has to fight against, this really shouldn't be one of them.

[doubleoohbaby]

There's something almost hungry in the way he reaches for it and yet he's careful as he takes it from her, eyeing up the handiwork of the joint and sniffing it in one deep inhale. James is okay with this, that much is obvious. He doesn't do much in the way of drugs (his body is a temple and all of that) but he makes an exception for naturals. With a job like his, he needs every chance to relax he can take.

"I knew you cared," he mumbles appreciatively, withdrawing his lighter, joint between his lips and toking slowly. A moment to savour, breath held, then he's gradually exhaling while passing over. "You're alright."

[wasplisbeth]

"I wasn't alright before now? You often pick people you don't approve of to go on your boat?" Lisbeth is skeptical of this. Like anything she figures that there are times a person is okay, and then less then okay, and then more then okay. This is just one of those times that she is more then okay. Just like sometimes he is more then okay, the big gorilla. She watched him take in the smoke with a weird sort of fascination, it's been awhile since she smoked with anyone.

She take her own pull of the smoke and pulls it deep, deep, it's good stuff; it fucking should be good stuff. Holding it in deep she lets it linger before offering the joint back with a slow exhale.

[doubleoohbaby]

"You're just even better now. Difficult, I know, for you to be held in even higher esteem by me, but it's happened." What he really means is he likes having her around, even if he can't admit to it easily. Company isn't something he enjoys as a rule, playing the lone wolf card all too often, and it's rare that he can find someone who doesn't need pandering to or kept entertained. With Lisbeth, he can be himself and he appreciates that.

Appreciates it almost as much as the pass around. One long, slow, deep inhale (big lung capacity, he might be cheating) and then handing it back on the exhale.

[wasplisbeth]

"Alert the media," she doesn't seem too impressed by reaching such status. After time she is coming to understand his humor and how his brain works. He is giving her a hard time, for all of his ego she has a feeling he doesn't believe half of it, still, it makes for a good cover. Stretching her legs out and digging her toes in the sand she continues to watch him while he pulls in that smoke.

Taking it back she lays out on the sand to take another pull, arm behind her head she takes a moment to reflect up and keep all her smoke in her lungs. A few moments later she hands what's left back over to him.

[doubleoohbaby]

"It'll make the headlines," he assures, returning the staring with his own watchful gaze, sat-up and curling a knee to his chest, wrapping an arm around it as he accepts the offer one last time. It's the tiniest of intakes he has before shoving it back in her direction, regretful but determined. He shall miss you, oh wonderful joint, may he feel your presence for hours to come. "Finish it off, would you?"

[wasplisbeth]

It's good, strong, though is it going to be enough for him? Ha, she isn't going to complain when he pushes it back at her for her to finish off. She takes in more smoke and and lets her eyes close, hand on her stomach as she just lets herself relax and melt into the sand. It's amazing, he can feel every single grain of sand against her skin, what a mindfuck, but she appreciates it.

[doubleoohbaby]

High tolerance or not, James can feel the effects melting through him, blanketed in a general feeling of satisfaction as he flops onto his back, staring upwards and offering the sky a soft smile. Yup, it doesn't really take much just to take the edge off.

[wasplisbeth]

Looking over at him she takes another pull and lets her toes and smoke sink into her lungs and brain. After a moment she exhales at him and does a slow, crooked smile, enjoying the heat and the smoke. He's totally easy.

[doubleoohbaby]

To be honest blank staring, lazy smiles and bouts of silence aren't entirely out of the ordinary for him anyway, but the beer and weed help it along immensely. After what seems like an age, he turns his head towards her, smile still there, as he offers a single, knowing nod. "Think I might owe you for this one."

[wasplisbeth]

"It is sometimes necessary," her voice is slow and low and she sounds a bit more Swedish now that she is a little low and loose. "Necessary to get out of your head," because it's necessary to get out of their collective heads. Which may be why she reaches out toward him, well, toward his hair, just to touch him.

[doubleoohbaby]

There's a grunt of agreement that he barely realises he's done, her words ringing true, even more so than they normally would. It's a busy place in his mind and just sometimes he needs to step away from it all for a few minutes, hours, days. He doesn't recoil as she reaches, instead merely staring, unflinching from the contact. James rather likes all that touchy feely stuff, especially when he's been deprived of it.

[wasplisbeth]

She doesn't get how someone could be starved for touch. She has never had a lot of that but she doesn't go around like a stray cat rubbing up against legs and such. People are weird, different, sometimes she understands that shit and other times she is just completely clueless. It's a light touch on his hair, damp, quickly drying under the sun and against the sand. Just a little touch, combing her fingers through the soft strands.

[doubleoohbaby]

It's an odd thing, psychology, but somewhere between his life of death and abandonment, Bond has managed to become both separated from everyone and exceptionally clingy all in the same instance. An impressive feat, even for a man as skilled as Bond.

The contact has his eyes slipping shut and the smile lingering, a content cat being petted as he lets out a low hum of appreciation, outstretching his arm just slightly towards her and waving her inwards, "C'mere." One day he will manage to get some sort of embrace from her. Maybe.