Service and Duty
Chapter 17 – Christmas Wish
As the weeks passed extremely slowly, Moneypenny was at least managing her embarrassment of public affection better as James had taken to kiss her wantonly at every visitation. Often or not, Jane would be left with a high temperature and a bright red face which all the nurses knew teased her about on their evening rounds. They also stopped by to see the little thoughtful gifts that James would often leave – bunches of roses, chocolates, books and her favourite perfume which gain her loud sighs of luckiness and a few jealous stares.
When Jane would protest that he should stop and it was all too much, James would smile charmingly, disarming her, and stated softly that it was all to keep the boredom away. There was one gift which Moneypenny never showed the hospital staff – a very sexy, black silk French knickers and a plunge bra that James had daring given while whispering in her seductively, "To keep my imagination going." Jane was torn although the implication warmed the bottom of the belly however she was beyond mortification.
Bond knew that he always left Jane flustered when he had to leave the hospital and if he was being honest it was part of the larger plan to make Jane Moneypenny fall deeply in love with him. It was ironic that of all the education and the experience that the agent had from being 007 that he was actually using it to woo a woman. The thought brought a smirk to his lips. As they were in a limbo as what they were to one another, James had taken upon himself to take the bull by the horns and make sure that Jane was in no doubt to his commitment.
As always when 007 knew what he wanted, there was no way of stopping (except probably for M) and that his stubbornness was hard to beat although he was more worried about exploding before he had a chance! The mission had to include May and Peter as well which made things a little more difficult but Bond loved a challenge. With Christmas on its way, he only hoped that Santa was going to give him his Christmas wish (a large bed and Penny dear's undivided attention for several hours).
Therefore, with his co-conspirators Peter and the newly released May, the small team began to organise the best Christmas ever for Aunty Jane. It helped everyone to put the horrible business behind them and look forward to something special. Consequently, with the first year without his parents, Peter relied on James to help him through the lonely periods as the festive time increasingly approached and it brought them closely together. Bond, unsure of how to look after the young teenager, grew in confidence as he was present to handle the nightmares and be a listener when Peter needed to talk. The fragile understanding that had been established, James hoped, could only grow stronger.
On the Friday, two days away from Christmas, Jane was allowed to go home. Leaving May and Peter behind to prepare a 'welcome home' meal, James drove went to collect his lady-love. With many goodbyes shared with the numerous nurses and doctors it took the couple half an hour to eventually leave. Jane settled into the passenger seat with obvious relief.
"So glad that I am going home", she whispered with her eyes closed.
"I'm glad that none of those male doctors tried anything", James said picturing one particularly young doctor and his wandering hands.
"A little bit possessive aren't we?" chuckled Jane.
Stopping at a set of red lights, James quickly leaned across and kissed her passionately making all the air escape from her body. A car horn from behind broke them apart.
With a smirk James replied, "I think you might like that streak of me, Penny dear."
Jane went bright red and turned to watch the scenery as James moved the car onwards although a few seconds later, she found James' hand on her knew giving it a soft squeeze. It took all her strength not to melt there and then. Covering his hand with hers, she entangled their fingers which brought a small smile to Bond.
Arriving at a large country house instead of the penthouse in London had been a surprise for Jane particularly when James explained that it had been in his family for centuries. This was his retreat. A place that he never told anyone (although M knew) of but everyone knew that there was such a place. A mixture of emotions filled her – surprise, apprehension and happiness at the trust he was giving her.
"It's beautiful", she stated as she stared at the large Georgian house.
"Yes it is", he replied but was staring at her with the early afternoon sun rested across her feminine figure. Her brown hair had taken on a red hue which made her soft ivory face glow. He was mesmerised at the sight and wondered why he had never seen it before.
No, he figured, I've always noted it but did not want to jeopardise the playful friendship.
Jane noticed that he was staring at her and blushed under the scrutiny. James laughed out loud before usher her in with his hand on her lower back. "Come inside. Can't have you catching the cold when I have so many things planned", he murmured into her hair. The innuendo was left open and Moneypenny shiver at the thought.
"Aunty Jane you're home!" cried out Peter from the inner of the large house and rushed to greet her in a tight hug. James moved away giving them a little time and space and went to greet May.
The old housekeeper eventually shooed the agent out of the kitchen as he started to lick the bowl of icing and insisted that he take Jane's clothing to her bedroom. Never one to say no to a lady, James did as he was told and carried the two small luggage bags to one of the several rooms.
Climbing up the stairs, Bond quickly walked into the yellow room and placed the bags at the bottom of the large bed. The windows faced out to the gardens and it had most of the sunshine during the day – he though it would be perfect for Jane as well as it being directly across from him. Satisfied in his choice, James ventured outwards to the hall were he heard movement coming from his own room.
Silently like a cat, James opened the door and moved into the room and suddenly stopped, rummaging around in his wardrobe was Jane was a puzzled look on her face.
"Found anything you like to sleep in?"
Moneypenny visible jumped, spun round, clutching at the door for some balance. "Where are my things?"
"In your room", countered James with a smirk as he made his way over to the bed and plunked his long body onto it. "Unless you want to stay here? With me? We would have to cuddle close in this small bed." He gave her his trademark smile that he knew brought many women to their knees.
Although a blush was creeping its way up from her neck, Jane remained strong and did not pounce on the lounging 007. James wondered if she blushed all over her body before shaking his head from such thoughts which, at this moment, would only lead him to trouble.
He got up from the bed and walked to Jane with a slight apology on his face. "I'll stop teasing you, my dear", he said gently, "Now, let's go and forage for some food, shall we? You must be starving!"
Her first evening in the grand house was perfect as she had all the people that were dear to her around her. When Jane finally crawled into the bed, she was only disappointed that there wasn't somebody joining her. Well, she pondered, maybe Santa can change that!
It was Christmas night, and the whole house was in a soft slumber. Jane's senses were filled with Christmas delight and now snuggled in a warm embrace, she was very content. Nat King Cole crooned gently in the background of the large living room, with a log fire burning brightly and a tall, bushy tree standing in the corner with a multitude of colourful tinsel and baubles. It was the perfect Christmas. As much as it could without the dear presence of Helen and Jeffery, she though sadly to herself.
The feathery strokes of fingers touched the cold metal that hung around her neck and her sorrow drifted away when she turned to face James with a wide smile. He made the whole day special. Waking her up with a kiss and a cup of tea nearly made her heart explode with love. He had been charming at always but had stayed near her side all day, touching her hand, arm cheek and even catching her under the mistletoe, much to Peter's disgust.
Presents were shared although this beautiful gift of a ruby heart shaped necklace with diamonds was given when Peter and May both went to bed.
"Didn't want to make the old bird jealous", James teased Jane when she saw it.
"It's from Tiffany!" Jane had exclaimed as James had taken upon himself to place the necklace around her creamy throat as well as place some kisses and bites.
Moneypenny could not stop herself from showing her gratitude by wildly kissing the agent until she needed air. Now they were in the couch after another 'snogging session' which reminded her of being a naughty teenager when the parents were away.
"I can't believe it's from Tiffany's", she repeated quietly as she still the roaming fingers around her neck that were producing some naughty thoughts of their own.
"You already said that", muttered James into her ear, before tugging gently on her lob. He had tried to behave himself all day but with the position they were in – both laying next to one another – and the toxic smell of her, it was getting to be a little hard for his self-control and his trousers.
"You know what they say about the thank you gift from Tiffany's", Moneypenny stated breathlessly.
"No", James distracted replied too much interested in her shoulders.
"Well, it can't be said with a card but with …" Jane paused and allowed her hand to slowly work its way down James' chest and passed his hips. "Sex is the only way to say thank you", she purred to him as she looked directly into his grey eyes that were full of a mixture lust and love. Her hand put a slight pressure and wickedly Jane heard James stifle a groan of pleasure.
"Interesting", James tried to stay calm and focus. He never imagined that Jane would take the lead in this relationship but now face with a wildcat in front of him, he was more that please.
Quickly without thinking he grabbed her, swung her into his lap and kissed her with totally abandonment. Tugging the red lips that had tempted him since he arrived at the cottage, he gave into his desires to worship her the only way how. His hands fell to her round bottom and pressed her lower body closer to his making Jane moan softly into his ear. It was the most erotic sound ever heard.
Knowing it would be foolish to have his wicked ways with her here; James broke away from all contact, which made Jane pout, until he lifted her bridal style into his arms. With the adrenaline pumping through his body, he quickly made it up the flight of stairs, even with a very distracting Moneypenny that had taken the time to attack his neck fervently.
"I think I know how this night might end", James smirked as he held Jane tighter to his chest while kicking the master bedroom closed.
"Cocky aren't we", laughed Jane, enjoying the feeling of being swept off her feet.
"In more ways than one," he huskily answered, kissing her passionately before trailing down her upturned neck as he manage to lay they on the bed. Her beneath him, looking like a goddess made him want to explode right there but first there were clothes to lose.
"Really?" she replied saucily, "you must show me." She grabbed his shirt and fumbled at the buttons, nearly ripping it in a hurry to touch his naked chest. The forefront emotion in her mind with a burning lust to have him with a primeval urge to place her mark on him. James Bond was hers.
"You know I could never say no to a lady." James smirked before leaning down, covering his hard body with her and kissing passionately while his hands discovered the rest of her feminine body.
THE END
That's it! Can't go any further with the saucy stuff as it is only a T rated fic. I hope that you have enjoyed and please tell me what you think!