Well... if you'd rather something else, I won't mind. [Sly and not at all subtle, but there isn't much subtle about James Bond and sex talk.
He reaches impatiently forward, hooking an arm around her waist and tugging her to him, making a not entirely successful job of untangling her bra from her arms. He's too busy staring dreamily up at her.] I want to do whatever will make you happy, my darling.
No, no. You've sealed your fate! Perhaps another time. [Tomorrow morning, she means.
She lets out a quiet sound, like he had pulled her with great force.] Vanilla, then. Just for tonight. [She returns to the position she'd first been in, laying flat on her back while her hands move to her hips and she slides off the last bit of clothing she's wearing.]
[James still keeps himself attached, that arm still around her as he rolls on his side to watch, smiling like a derp the whole time. Surprisingly, he's not really looking at the underwear removal, more focused on staring dreamily towards her like some lovestruck teen. This is what happens when she deprives him for more than a few days.]
Love you. [He might even get round to taking his own boxers off in a second, once he's done being a sap.]
[Of the two of them, she is clearly better at not appearing as if she's a lovestruck teenager. She might not be staring, but the way her eyes occasionally dart away from him and how her lips keep curling into a smile she tries to hide by chewing on her bottom lip make it all the more obvious.]
I love you, too. [And, it crosses her mind more than once that she'll need to really talk to him about that ex of his, but she pushes it far, far into the back of her mind. Instead, she focuses her energy on reaching up and lightly wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, fingers sliding through his short hair against his scalp. Because after this display and an agreement on vanilla, she can't help but add:] Make love to me, James.
[Talking, James has decided, will come later, and he'll do it willingly enough. The whole story has to come out eventually, along with that annoying subject of 'feelings', but for now he's happy to enjoy the evening. Especially with a request made like that.]
Gladly. [He rumbles softly, easily squirming out of the last bit of clothing and kicking it aside. With a light sigh of effort, he rolls over her, a hand either side of her head as he leans in for a nuzzle and a night of cuddles and intimacy. It'll be pretty hideous.]
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He reaches impatiently forward, hooking an arm around her waist and tugging her to him, making a not entirely successful job of untangling her bra from her arms. He's too busy staring dreamily up at her.] I want to do whatever will make you happy, my darling.
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She lets out a quiet sound, like he had pulled her with great force.] Vanilla, then. Just for tonight. [She returns to the position she'd first been in, laying flat on her back while her hands move to her hips and she slides off the last bit of clothing she's wearing.]
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Love you. [He might even get round to taking his own boxers off in a second, once he's done being a sap.]
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I love you, too. [And, it crosses her mind more than once that she'll need to really talk to him about that ex of his, but she pushes it far, far into the back of her mind. Instead, she focuses her energy on reaching up and lightly wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, fingers sliding through his short hair against his scalp. Because after this display and an agreement on vanilla, she can't help but add:] Make love to me, James.
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Gladly. [He rumbles softly, easily squirming out of the last bit of clothing and kicking it aside. With a light sigh of effort, he rolls over her, a hand either side of her head as he leans in for a nuzzle and a night of cuddles and intimacy. It'll be pretty hideous.]