“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.”
“Oh, lots of things. But one particular memory stands out.”
“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.”
into my life, my dear.
you will get lost
of my skin.”
― Sanober Khan
Prompt: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
Seconds after the door to her flat closed, and she’d turned the lock, Olivia found herself being pulled into James’ arms, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss as he backed her up against the cool oak.
They moaned loudly.
Both felt it.
Felt the need, the desire…
They were both free now.
Free to simply be together.
No longer did they need to hide, worrying about their every move being watched; no longer afraid of the consequences if they were found out.
They were free to express, for the whole world to see, their love for each other.
It was a heady feeling, and both were revelling in it.
“Christ, I want you so much,” James murmured against her lips, as he began walking her down the hall.
“I want you, too,” Olivia replied, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, biting him gently.
James groaned, then grunted as he bumped into the small hall table, knocking it over as they stumbled away, still locked in a heated kiss.
Olivia pulled at his shirt, tugging it from his trousers, and slipping her hands underneath to splay her fingers over the hot skin of his back. Suddenly, she felt the room spin, and found herself pinned to the wall, James grinding against her as their kiss grew even more feral.
“James!” she gasped, when he ripped her blouse open, the buttons flying in all directions. Her bra quickly suffered the same fate. “Oh yes!” she hissed, when she felt his hand close around her breast, squeezing the large mound firmly before pinching and pulling her nipple.
She trailed her hands down to grasp his arse, pulling him against her, smiling into the kiss as she felt his cock swell against her. She moaned her approval when he slipped his thigh between her legs, and ground against it, sending shards of pleasure coursing up through her body.
“So hot,” James groaned into her mouth. As he continued to fondle her breast, his other hand dropped to her side, his fingers clasping the pull on the side zipper, and slowly lowering it.
Without breaking the kiss, he eased his leg out from between hers, stepping back just enough to push her skirt down, letting it puddle on the floor. He ran his hands over her arse, slipping his hands inside her satin knickers to caress her bare flesh.
“Bed!” Olivia muttered into his mouth. “Now!”
“Yes!” James agreed, then kissing her hungrily, he gathered her firmly against him and resumed walking them toward her bedroom.
Together, they ricocheted off the walls in the hallway, hands pulling at each other’s clothing so that when they finally reached the bedroom, they were naked. They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs before James rolled them over, pinning her to the mattress.
“James,” Olivia moaned, arching beneath him, rubbing her pussy against his cock. “No more foreplay. I want you inside me. Now.”
James nodded, kissed her hard, then reached out to yank open the drawer on the bedside table. Reaching inside, he grabbed the bottle of lube, then pushed himself up so that he was kneeling between her spread legs. Flipping open the cap, James squirted some lube into his palm, snapped the lid closed, then tossed it back into the drawer. Holding Olivia’s gaze, he slicked the cool gel down and up the length of his cock.
Olivia licked her lips, arousal surging through her as she watched him stroke his prick. Unable to wait any longer, she reached out for James, and was surprised when he released his cock to grab hold of her hands and pull her up. He grinned at her as he dropped his hands to her hips, and guided her so that she was straddling his thighs.
Resting one hand on his shoulder, she reached between them with the other to grasp his cock, then shifted closer. She stroked his length a few times, then rose up, putting him in place. Meeting James’ eyes, Olivia sank down on him, taking his cock fully inside her with one smooth glide.
“Mmm… yes,” she hissed, before catching his mouth in a deep kiss.
“I love you,” James whispered against her lips.
“I love you, too,” Olivia whispered back.
James’ fingers danced over her left hip, lightly feathering over the scar there. “Let me know,” he told her softly.
Olivia nodded, then began to rock against him. The thought of going slowly, of taking her time flittered through her mind, but the desire and arousal were too strong. She needed and wanted him too much.
She kissed him hungrily, and began to move faster.
James curled his hands around the cheeks of her arse, guiding her movements; raising and lowering her onto his cock as he thrust up into her. “God, you feel so good,” he murmured, trailing his lips along her jaw to nip at her shoulder. He loved being inside her, feeling her hot and tight and wet around his cock. “So good.”
“James,” she whimpered helplessly, as he pulled her closer, the change in position putting just the right pressure against her clit. She wrapped her arms around his head, her fingers snaking into his hair, gripping him tightly as she deepened the kiss, and rocked harder and faster.
“That’s it. Ride me, Olivia!” James’ fingers flexed against her arse, squeezing the fleshy globes as she continued to move on him. The hard points of her nipples scored his chest as her breasts bounced between them. “I want to feel you cum around me.”
“Oh god…” Olivia panted, grinding against him with each drive of her hips. She was close. So very close. “James!”
“So fucking sexy,” James murmured huskily. He loved when Olivia gave herself over to her passions and desires. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around his cock and knew she was on the edge of cumming. Splaying one hand against the small of her back, he trailed his other hand up her spine, and slid his fingers into her hair. Curling the digits in the soft strands, he tugged her head back. “Look at me.”
Her eyes locked with his.
“James. Oh god. Oh god, James. I…”
“I know. Take what you need, Olivia. Cum for me.”
Olivia rolled her hips against him, her eyes never leaving his.
“That’s it,” James whispered, the clenching of her sex around his cock growing more acute with each frantic beat of their hearts, until suddenly, she threw her head back and cried out his name.
Her body shuddered against his; her pussy spasming around his cock as she came; his name continuing to spill from her lips in a breathless mantra.
Olivia raised her head, then lowered it to rest her forehead against his as her body continued to quake, her orgasm lingering, buffeting her with waves of intense sensation. Suddenly, she felt James’ arms tighten around her, then her world tilted and she found herself on her back with James looming over her.
His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger and a need that sent a new thrill through her.
“Yes!” she moaned loudly when he thrust his cock back inside her, and immediately began sliding in and out of her. “Oh god, yes, James!”
He’d held back his release as long as he could, wanting and needing her to cum first, and now… James groaned again and slipped his arms beneath her. All he could think about was his need to be closer, to be deeper inside her, to cum and fall over that edge into bliss with her.
He pressed his body more firmly against hers, grinding his pelvis against hers, pushing deeper. “Olivia.” James buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I need… Fuck, I need…”
“I know,” Olivia murmured and trailed a hand down his back to grasp his hip.
“Oh god.” James grunted when he felt her squeeze his arse.
Carding her fingers through his hair, Olivia moved her lips to his ear, whispering in a hot breath, “007.”
“Fuck!” James swore, his hips jerking against her. Everything went white behind James’ eyes as he came, his cock pulsing as she tightened around him; spilling his cum deep inside her with an almost tortured groan of her name.
“Mmm…” Olivia hummed, nuzzling his temple, as his body relaxed against hers. “Happy retirement to us.”
James chuckled, as he nestled deeper into her embrace. “I think I am going to enjoy retirement after all.”
“I have woken up…quite sloshed
from night-mingled rains
a little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped
for years....by a mere kiss.”
― Sanober Khan
Prompt: lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up
Olivia snuggled deeper into James’ embrace, sighing happily in her sleep as his arms tightened around her, holding her close. A soft murmur of her name whispered over her forehead and she smiled against his chest.
She fought against the pull towards consciousness, not wanting to leave the warmth of her bed or the comfort of his arms.
And then, through the sleepy haze still muddling her brain, she remembered she did not have to. She could stay right where she was; cocooned in James’ embrace.
Her lips moved against his chest, then sleepily trailed along his throat as she shifted closer; her eyes still closed, as she blindly sought his mouth.
She hummed when their lips met, and his parted beneath hers.
They shared several lazy kisses.
“See,” James murmured against her lips. “I told you retirement wouldn’t be all bad.”
Olivia laughed quietly. “No. Not all bad,” she whispered, kissing him deeply before snuggling back into his arms, letting sleep take her once again.
“For it is up to you and me
to take solace
in nostalgia's arms
and our ability
from fleeting moments.”
― Sanober Khan
Prompt: When one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead
Leaning against the door jamb between her living and dining rooms, Olivia crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and watched James as he sat at the table, typing away on the computer in front of him. An affectionate smile graced her lips when his brow furrowed, and his nose scrunched up in consternation. He scowled at the monitor.
“There are no supermarkets within walking distance,” he grumbled quietly, then slowly turned to look at her.
She’d wondered if he’d been aware of her presence.
“I always know when you’re nearby,” James told her, as if reading her thoughts.
“Is that so?”
“And how do you know?” Olivia straightened up, then walked toward him.
“I just do,” he replied. “I could be blindfolded with earplugs and a nose plug, in a pitch-black room, and I would know if you were there with me.”
Reaching his side, Olivia raised her hand to feather her fingers through his hair. “I would, too,” she told him softly, then laid her hand on his shoulder and looked at the computer. “Why are you concerned about supermarkets.”
“I am concerned that there are none within walking distance.”
“We have no car.”
“Actually, we do,” she replied, biting back a smile when his face scrunched up in confusion. She leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, then whispered, “Go look outside.”
James gave her a look, but years of following orders had him obeying the softly uttered command. He stood, then stepping around her, he walked over to the large front window. Pushing aside the curtain, he felt his jaw drop.
“How?” he asked, still staring out the window.
“I bought it,” she answered, moving to stand beside him. She reached out to push the other panel aside so she could follow his gaze outside.
“You bought it?”
“Yes. Q branch was unable to put yours back together; she was too badly damaged. So, I found one, and I bought it. It’s the same year, and it has been upgraded with all the extras.”
James shook his head in disbelief.
“It’s my retirement present to you.”
Suddenly, Olivia found herself being lifted off the floor and pressed back against the window, James’ body hard against her front. “Thank you,” he said softly, then covered her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily. “Hang on,” he whispered a few moments later, slipping his hands down to cup her arse.
Olivia wrapped her arms and legs around him, a small squeal of delight escaping her when James turned away from the window, and holding her close, began carrying her toward the bedroom.
“I’m going to thank you properly for my new car.”
“I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.”
― Veronica Roth
Prompt: throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss
The door opened, and Olivia and James entered the flat, each of them carrying bags filled with much needed groceries.
James closed and locked the door, then followed Olivia through the house into the kitchen.
“You’re shaking your head again.”
“That’s because I am still in shock. I can’t believe you did that! And in the middle of the deli aisle.”
“I had to do it. I was given no choice.”
“No choice? How’s that?”
“Those women kept ogling you like you were a piece of meat, and they wanted to take a bite.”
“So, you decided to stake your claim.”
“Yes. They needed to see that you were off limits.”
“And throwing your arms around me and kissing me in the middle of Marks and Spencer was the way to do that?” James put the small quart of ice cream into the freezer, then turned to face her.
Olivia smiled at him as she replied, “Absolutely.”
He grinned. “You never cease to amaze me.”
She chuckled as she moved across the kitchen, stepping into his personal space. “Let’s hope I never do,” she replied, throwing her arms around him, just as she had in the supermarket, and rubbed her body enticingly against his.
James’s grin grew, his arms slipping around her, holding her body close to his. “Feel free to lay claim to me anytime you wish,” he told her with a grin, before lowering his mouth to hers with a whispered, “Anytime” before kissing her deeply.
“As I kissed her
the heat of her body increased,
and it exhaled a wild,
― Gabriel García Márquez
Prompt: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
James wandered into the living room to find Olivia sitting on the sofa, a cup of coffee in one hand, the newspaper and a pen in the other, and still in her nightgown.
A month into retirement, and he still found moments like these almost surreal.
He and Olivia were living together.
Living and loving.
Together, out in the open for the whole world to see.
He smiled, then. It was all so horribly domestic, and he was loving every moment of it.
Still smiling, James slowly made his way over to the sofa, and sank down beside her.
“Morning,” she murmured absently, putting her coffee down on the end table, before filling in several of the boxes of the crossword she was working on.
“Good morning,” he replied, relaxing back into the sofa.
With the exception of the scratching of her pen on the newsprint, it was quiet in the room. James watched Olivia as she concentrated on the crossword.
He loved watching her.
She was, truth be told, a delight to his senses. Everything about her stirred him, both physically and emotionally.
Normally, he would be content with simply sitting beside her, enjoying the quiet with her, but today… today he wanted.
He wanted more.
A small smirk play about his lips, then, when he realized he was growing aroused simply watching her tap her pen against her lips as she looked thoughtfully at the crossword.
He wanted her.
With that thought in mind, James leaned closer, then lowered his head to drop a kiss to her bare shoulder.
He paused a moment, then continued to press light kisses to her soft skin.
“James, what are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?”
“It feels like you’re trying to distract me.”
“Because I want you.”
“Is that so?”
James smiled, hearing the slight catch in her voice. Glancing down, he was pleased to see her nipples tenting the front of her nightgown.
“It is. And, I simply wanted to kiss you,” James replied, as he continued to pepper little kisses all along her shoulders. “I like that I am now free to do so whenever I wish.”
There was that feeling of freedom again.
Folding the newspaper, she placed it and her pen on the side table, then turned toward James.
“I like it, too,” she told him, reaching up to cradle his cheek.
James covered her hand with his, then grasped her wrist and tugged gently. “Come here.”
The smile on her face gave way to a look of affection mixed with desire, as she moved onto his lap; twisting so that she was cradled in his arms. Her head resting against his shoulder, Olivia gazed up at him.
James felt his heart quicken its beat at the love and arousal he could see swirling in her beautiful blue eyes. He ducked his head, brushing his lips over hers before claiming them in a passionate kiss.
When his mouth parted from hers, both were panting softly.
Olivia licked her lips, as she reached up to curl her hand around the back of his head. Her thumb rubbed absently against his cheek. “Feel free to distract me this way anytime, 007.”
“Yes, ma’am. Will do.”