007 Bond Fan-Fiction

Primed for a Burning Kiss

Fan-Fiction: Opening chapter only! (no further additions will be added to this)

Bond lay in his bathtub in his out of town home tucked deep into a nature reserve, set away from a barely visible dirt road. It lay against a steep embankment and small stream surrounded by lush British woodland. The main bathroom is small just fitting in the essentials in a confined space, custom designed to Bond's specification, just like the rest of the house, certainly no need for wasted space or extravagance out in the sticks James thought. His entire life was about going unnoticed after all, it seeped into his personality after his reckless youth – A youth long in the past.

Feeling under the weather with flu-like symptoms, James lay there looking upwards at the steam as the hot water from the tap ran slowly to reheat his aged battle-hardened body. Somehow, guilt fills his mind as he feels himself unwinding and becoming soft, his bones warmed through easing old injuries and joints. Why rest now when there was so much work to do?

A sharp feeling of guilt slipped into Bond's mind completely unwarranted, reminding him of the hard dangerous life he'd lead; he told himself he shouldn't get too comfortable or used to this kind of lazy day off, too much was happening in the world for him to stop. Nevertheless, he completely deserved to take his sweet time when he had it to himself. He'd fully expected that "M" wouldn't be calling him into any hard physical missions after taking note of his fifty-second birthday that passed only two weeks earlier. In fact, this sort of short spur of the moment break was a belated birthday break, long in the planning. Waiting for such quiet periods inside and outside of the office took even longer than expected, nevertheless Bond lived in the here and now and often forgot about a rest all together.

Bond knew there wasn't really such a thing as a quiet period, he just didn't like to leave work in the hands of others. M Knew it too, but she knew giving in to the reality was best, that a rest would do James well. She nearly had to raise her voice for him to get the message.

Still and relaxed with his pre-arranged meditation application playing out through the sunk in speakers on the ceiling, James relaxed his mind as best he could. The meditation setup, which consisted of soft slowly changing lights and the sound of Tibetan mountain monks helped fill the bathroom with ambience. Soon it transported Bond to a place that could only exist in his mind.

Drifting away like the steam from his hot bathtub, Bond went to another place, a place deep into his memories. He saw himself in first and third-person at the same time, laying on a blow-up beach bed on a slowly drifting tide, the sun beaming down from a foreign sky. Memories of girls who had come and gone from his life lay over him without mass, like colourful vaping smoke.

These ghostly visions of past encounters with the women cast shadows on his face that lay with him in total bliss. Soon the women blended into just one female figure, showcasing all their unique facial features, appearing only when the single woman came nose to nose with him, dancing softly in the dream.

Bond's conscience found each physical trait on that one beautiful vision of past. She had short curly red hair, her eyes were of another, Egyptian, the lips large and puffy shaped like the letter M primed for a kiss.

Bond was completely detached from the world when for no apparent reason he suddenly opened his eyes and was immediately brought back to reality. He saw the light change under the bathroom door as if there could be something moving from the hallway. Bonds eyes were fixated on the flickering of light dancing to the interruption from under the door.

The top of the line security system in place was not triggered and there couldn't have been a more secretive spot for him to be, one of the reasons the door was not pushed on the latch. There hadn't been an attempt at a call sign to Bond to indicate a known friendly either. Then in one moment, the door began to slowly open as if someone would do so to secretly peek inside, knowing they were trespassing.