FIC: "Impressions" [Jane Bond; Jane/Miss Moneypenny]
Title: Impressions
Pairing: Jane Bond/Miss Moneypenny
Genre: Drabble
Rating: PG
Word Count: 143
Summary: Miss Moneypenny is NOT impressed.
A/N: written for ralst, also noted, in this universe, Miss Moneypenny looks a LOT like Freema Agyeman!
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Miss Moneypenny folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not impressed.”
“Not Impressed?” Jane shifted the car into neutral, pulling the emergency brake and turning the car off. “You’re saying you’re not impressed that I fought off ten attackers with nothing but an umbrella? Or sped through Dusseldorf whilst being chased by three cars all shooting at us? And still managed to get you to your destination unharmed and in a timely fashion?”
“No,” Moneypenny harrumphed. “I’m talking about you flirting with the concierge, winking at the flowershop girl and kissing that random woman on the street!”
“Ah, I see.” Jane leaned back in her seat, crossing her own arms across her chest. “You’re definitely not impressed.”
Jane opened her door, sliding out of the car. She peered back into the cab, lips spread into the coyest Cheshire cat grin. “You’re just jealous.”
Pairing: Jane Bond/Miss Moneypenny
Genre: Drabble
Rating: PG
Word Count: 143
Summary: Miss Moneypenny is NOT impressed.
A/N: written for ralst, also noted, in this universe, Miss Moneypenny looks a LOT like Freema Agyeman!
**
Miss Moneypenny folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not impressed.”
“Not Impressed?” Jane shifted the car into neutral, pulling the emergency brake and turning the car off. “You’re saying you’re not impressed that I fought off ten attackers with nothing but an umbrella? Or sped through Dusseldorf whilst being chased by three cars all shooting at us? And still managed to get you to your destination unharmed and in a timely fashion?”
“No,” Moneypenny harrumphed. “I’m talking about you flirting with the concierge, winking at the flowershop girl and kissing that random woman on the street!”
“Ah, I see.” Jane leaned back in her seat, crossing her own arms across her chest. “You’re definitely not impressed.”
Jane opened her door, sliding out of the car. She peered back into the cab, lips spread into the coyest Cheshire cat grin. “You’re just jealous.”