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“be the kiss in my hair
that no one sees

move, when i move
sigh, when i sigh...

be that line from a poem
that i hold in my eyes.”
― Sanober Khan


Prompt: top of head kisses



James slipped quietly into the office to find M just where he knew he would: standing before the large windows, staring out over the Thames.

He closed the door behind him, then slowly crossed the office to join her. He stopped just behind her, close but not touching. He caught her gaze in the glass, and they shared a small smile.

“Taking one last look?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “And remembering.”

“Remembering what?”

“Oh, lots of things. But one particular memory stands out.”

“Which one?”

“Of a brash, young agent swaggering into my office over a decade ago.”

“I don’t swagger.”

Olivia chuckled, as she stepped back, and leaned against his chest. “Yes, you most certainly do.”

“If you say so,” James replied, wrapping his arms around her, pleased when she laid her hands over his. He pressed a kiss into her tousled white hair.

“I do.” She smirked at him in the reflection of the window. “You were so sure of yourself, so cocky.”

“Not much has changed, then.”


“Hey! You don’t have to agree so quickly.”

Olivia laughed, then weaved her fingers through his. “I just never thought I’d end up falling in love with you.”

James smiled, and nuzzled her temple. “I am so glad you did. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”

“You did not.”

“All right, so I fell in lust with you.”

“I don’t believe that either. I’m not your usual type.”

“I thought you would have realized by now that you are my type,” James said. “All those others, they were simply a means to an end; part of the missions. Besides, that’s all finished with now.”

She nodded. “Are you sure this is what you want? Just because I’ve decided to retire, James, doesn’t mean you have to.”

“I’m sure. It’s time,” he replied, then tightened his arms, pulling her closer. “And it means we finally get to be together. Be domestic even.”

“Can you really see either of us being domestic?”

“Not really. But it will be fun giving it a go.”

Olivia laughed, nestling back against him. After several moments of comfortable silence, she spoke in a quiet voice, “I don’t think I am going to miss this as much as I thought I would.”

James smiled, and pressed several kisses to the top of her head. “Neither am I.”