Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-16 16:46:00 |
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Who? James & Kaya
Where? Her apartment
When? Last night, after this.
What? Relieving some... tension.
Rating? Scenes of a sexual nature.
Status? Closed, ongoing.
This was turning out to be better than expected. James had only been on the island a couple of days, and already he had procured an offer of sex. Now, straight to the point was rather his style, but it did add a rather interesting dynamic when it was the woman who made the suggestion. And requested that he come to her apartment, like some kind of room service shag. It did rather put her in a position of control right from the start, and he was surprised to find that it made him slightly uncomfortable as he got ready to leave. Not that it was stopping him. She was a very attractive woman, if the icons could be trusted.
Q had been kind enough to provide him with some clothes- although, that was probably more a hint that he should remember to shower and dress himself rather than just thoughtfulness on his part. And he did- the promise of sex was enough to push him into functionality, into a shower, shave, and clean clothes. Dress trousers, white shirt, dinner jacket- tie? No tie. Maybe a tie? Christ, it wasn't exactly a formal date. No tie.
Fortunately, they were in the same building, which meant he didn't have to dash over in the snow- just one floor up. He took the stairs- he'd never trusted elevators at the best of times, never mind under such unusual circumstances. He wasn't doubting that it could all be a trap. He didn't want to scare her by taking a weapon, but he also didn't want to be a fool. Surely under such unusual circumstances, she would understand precautions had to be taken.
He reached her apartment a matter of seconds after he'd left his own, which didn't exactly give him much time to think it over. Ah, well. Over-thinking had never done him any favours, anyway. He smoothed his jacket, ran his hands through his hair in a last-minute check of his appearance, and knocked confidently on her door.