You'd like to do what to me? ((Closed for Bond and Vesper))

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

Out of the blue, an owl winged its way to Vesper one quiet afternoon.

Vesper,

I'm impressed by the depths of your imagination, but I can't believe you'd put such things in a letter. Really, what if someone else had gotten it? I'm sure they'd be shocked by what creative things you'd like to do to me. Even I'm mildly surprised. Suggesting the library was a good touch, but I think we should discuss these things in person.

James

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[contra-account.livejournal.com]

The reply came by return owl.

...You've lost me. Completely.

Again.

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

As luck would have it, I'm already in the library. Come here, and I'll show you.

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

There were certain traditions to be observed on occasions like this. Such as the pacing, and the head-shaking, and the calling oneself a fool.

And then the eventual capitulation.

Vesper pushed open the door to the library and looked around for stern librarians or potential witnesses. "James?" she hissed.

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"In the back," he called to Vesper.

She might be surprised to see that he had actually been studying before the desire to cause mischief had struck him. There were two books on the dark arts and one on charms sitting on the table. Bond was making one last note from the charms book, looking every inch the innocent student.

"It never ceases to amaze me, what you're capable of thinking of," he said. "You certainly know how to get a man's attention."

There was no note from Vesper on the table.

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

Vesper approached, eyes narrowed to slits.

"You do know that every ounce of my better judgment votes against this. Don't you?"

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

He smiled. "Then I'll assume it's that bit of you that wants to see what kind of trouble you can get into got you here," James said. "It's funny how persuasive that one little bit can be, isn't it?"

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

"Especially when it's encouraged by a bad, bad influence."

She walked slowly toward him, hips swaying.

"Or it could simply be that I get so bored around here. So bored, in fact, that I come up with brilliant ideas and then forget them as fast as they come into my head."

She stepped up nose-to-nose with Bond.

"Refresh my memory?"

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

James leaned closer to her, his lips only a fraction of an inch away from hers before he shifted his head. "I'll be glad to," he whispered in her ear before straightening up.

"It started out an awful lot like this," he said. "Except that you were waiting for me. You told me what I'd have to do for you before you'd reciprocate. It was a very persuasive letter."

Bond cleared his books off of the table. "I suppose that if I had followed the instructions in the letter, I would have come around the corner to find you sitting on the table."

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. That does sound like something I'd write," she agreed, easing her arse over the edge of the table. "Afraid it's still a bit hazy, though..."

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"I was going to ask for clarification on one bit," he said, hands on the back of the chair he'd been sitting on. "I'm not sure if once I got here, you were going to take your shirt off slowly, I was to take it off you slowly, or possibly I was supposed to take my shirt off. Again, I was told to take my time in doing so. I'm not sure what happened. Usually you're rather direct about what you want. Maybe you got distracted?"

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

Vesper chuckled throatily.

"Sorry, not coming back to me," she purred. "Perhaps if we split the difference and take our shirts off slowly at the same time...?" She looked Bond up and down. "Then again, I do so like to watch."

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"I'll probably need a head start anyway," he said. Bond was wearing a rather casual outfit of a suit, vest, shirt and tie. He took his jacket off and set it on the back of the chair.

"It'll go faster if you help," he said, coming around the chair to stand in front of her. "Get the vest, and I'll get the tie."

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

"Tsk. And here I thought you'd perfected the land-speed record for stripping, James?" She attacked the vest buttons with a wicked grin.

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"That would involve ripping off buttons, and besides, a little anticipation never hurt anyone." Bond undid the knot of his tie, and wiggled obligingly out of his vest when Vesper had it undone. "Almost done. Would you like the honors, or do I have to do all of the work?"

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

Vesper leaned back a bit on the table. "You know, you did make a deal with me there. I think it's only right you should hold up your end, don't you?"

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you're right," James agreed. He carefully undid his cuff links and placed them in his jacket pocket. One by one he unbuttoned the shirt.

"If I didn't know better," he said, "I'd say your plan all along was just to use me." The was pulled off and tossed on the chair, exposing his bare chest.

"Now that we've cleared that up, the next bit makes much more sense. I believe this is the point in the letter where I take your shirt off of you."

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

She lifted an eyebrow. "Surely, Mr. Bond, you're not suggesting I wouldn't respect you in the morning?"

Her shoulders went back to allow him better access to her shirtfront.

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"Only as much as you respect me right now."

He certainly copped a feel as he undid her shirt. "Do you remember more about this letter?" he whispered in her ear as he leaned in to slide the shirt off of her shoulders. "Do you remember what comes next?"

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

"I'm beginning to get the general idea," she whispered back, and reached for his belt buckle. "Why don't you fill in a few more...specifics, hmmm?"

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," was all he said as he nudged her knees apart with his hips, and moved in so that she could reach the belt easier. He slid a hand along her thigh and up her skirt, causing it to ride up. Bond snagged her knickers and started to inch them down. "Here's where it started to get interesting," he said.

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

"Really," she breathed, loosing the fly of Bond's pants and trying to control her breathing. "Are you quite sure I wasn't thinking of some sort of ward or cloaking spell around this point...?"

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

"If you were, you must have forgotten to mention it," he said. "You're not afraid of getting caught, are you?" Bond asked. "Now's your chance to stop being such a good student."

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

"Let us just say I've come to appreciate the virtue of going unnoticed," she purred back, one hand busy inside his fly. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to pull out your wand before I...pull out your wand, as it were?"