🌷 𝓘n which an MI6 Agent
during the 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒲𝒶𝓇 ends
up falling in love with a man
who is meant to be her enemy.
Started: 4th May 2024
Completed: ???
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Warning: You might cry 🥲
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Two months later, November 21st, 1963...
James awoke from his restful sleep to a beam of the sun's syrupy light peeking through a crack in the curtains. Retracting his numb and aching arm from under the double feather-stuffed pillows that cushioned Dolly's head, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a glimpse at the end of the bed. The placid Alpine was curled up in a furry ball, his peachy triangular nose buried in his unmoving tail.
Dolly shifted in her sleep and snuggled closer to him, her cheek warm and rosy from his body heat, lay squished against his upper chest. Her bare arm was sprawled across his stomach as she snored on. He didn't mind her snoring as it was faint coming from her, and it didn't disturb his own needed sleep.
It wasn't the worst snoring he had ever heard. He had heard far worse and that was back when he was strenuously training in Camp Lehigh in New Jersey during the 2nd World War. He had to, of course, share the barracks building with men from all over the United States of different backgrounds. There was deafening snoring that had him covering his ears with his floppy pillow to dampen the sound, mumbling incoherently in sleep, and even one man in particular who would sleepwalk sometimes.
It did deprive him of a healthy sleep at times but it caused him to have to tolerate it as he couldn't complain about it to his drill sergeant. I mean, what could be done? He would just be harshly scolded for wasting time and told to tolerate it, which he did. He came to the conclusion that there was no point saying anything as he would just be ridiculed.
But frankly, Dolly's snoring was quite adorable to listen to if he awoke in the morning before she did. He would gently tug her closer and caress her hair, moving long haywire strands away from her face while staring at that slither of light coming through the gap in the drawn-closed, floor-length curtains.
James did the same now, further pressing loving kisses to the crown of her head, resulting in Dolly to shift and stir in her dream-filled sleep. Cracking her eyelids open, she connected her gaze with his and smiled a lazy instinctive smile. Raising her arm at an oncoming yawn, she flipped her hand over and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Good morning, Doll." He brushed the pad of his callus thumb over the sharp rise of her cheekbone. "Did you sleep well?"
Dolly lowered her hand back onto the duvet covering her body once her yawn ceased and paused when hearing his deep morning voice. A fluttering sensation invaded her stomach upon hearing it, feeling like a swarm of butterflies was trapped in there, thin flamboyant wings grazing her in a way that faintly tickled.
She was still not used to hearing his morning voice since sharing a bed with him for the past two months. A nightmare that had plagued James one night had her running to his room in concern and comforting him with soothing words. They had slept beside one another ever since then. She was there to help him get through his nightmares and slowly, those horrible nightmares began to dwindle.
