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[lastrat]

[Private to Vesper]

Congratulations. [But lbr he's mentioned that before now. Which means he's got something else on his mind.] Where are you?

[Public]

[And a little later, once he's realized just what the Admiral's announcement means, he clicks back on publicly. He's plenty wary now, because the Admiral is just flat out not to be trusted, but he's never been one to run from something new.]

Assuming I'm not just speaking to the Barge...[There's a little twitch in his lip; he's very, very tempted to just say, 007 reporting for duty, because he thinks he's very, very funny. But given he has no idea who's listening, he manages to restrain himself.

Besides, his name is just as good.]

This is Bond, James Bond. If there's anyone from my world listening, speak up.

Comments

[Spam]

[lastrat]

Mmhm. [Most satisfied smirk. MOST SATISFIED he is so full of himself. He's also reaching for her again, settling his hands lightly on her waist.]

You might even call it a perk.

[Spam]

[bitteraftertaste]

[She grins and puts a hand on his chest, looking up at him with mock curiosity.]

Is this your way of telling me that I won't be getting my shower back? [Although it doesn't seem like she minds the idea at all, and might actually be getting some ideas.]

[Spam]

[lastrat]

Absolutely. [He wants to hear these ideas in detail. Though that will be slightly difficult, since he's leaning in to kiss her.]

[Spam]

[bitteraftertaste]

[And again, she doesn't mind, kissing him back maybe a little suggestively, still riding the giddy, overwhelming and thus almost scary feeling that came along with the realization that they could both go home right now, that they suddenly both had futures ahead of them again. It was easier at the moment to embrace it as a good thing than to worry about it to much.]

[Spam]

[lastrat]

[Suggestively is his second language. Or maybe first, depending how you really look at it, and he wastes no time in picking her up, breaking the kiss long enough to slip his arm under her knees and sweep her off her feet. He can feel her giddiness, and maybe he feels it too; all he knows is he's feeling celebratory, and there's no one else he'd rather celebrate with more.]