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The way she hummed, almost moaned as his lips found the place on her neck she had so desperately wanted had her melting into him. It wasn't they they didn't kiss, they kissed as naturally as breathing. Almost as if the greeting, or farewell was a habit. The kiss to his cheek when he was drinking his morning tea, or the top of her head. This? This was something else, this was consuming. This was the reminder that despite the love, despite the trials and tribulations. There was passion.
Chuckling softly, she remembered the note she had left in his briefcase. She always left something when she knew he had a budget meeting, but this morning she had felt cheeky.
Turning to face him she found her hands twisting into his shirt. "Someone must have been flirting with you."
He pulled away when Wendy was turning around to face him, his arms staying where they were wrapped around her waist. The house was lying in blissful silence, their son finally sleeping in his room. They had the entire night to themselves nowβ¦ Before Michael Arthur he hadnβt cared much about when he came home from work. Now, however, Gareth always tried to make sure to at least be home by eight even when work was the busiest, just to get to say goodnight to their son or read him a short story. Occasionally, he even came home just to do so, then went back to Whitehall. It was stressful, but he had arranged himself with it. Thankfully with Wendy he had someone by his side who didnβt usually complain and knew how dutiful he was.
Gareth didnβt hesitate. His lips finding their way back to Wendy, caressing her throat now. βI wonder who that someone isβ¦β he mused jokingly before pulling away again to purse his lips in thought. βTanner, maybe?β
The glare she offered Gareth when he had askede for her phone was palpable, she would've already used it if she had it! Wouldn't she? Though her eyebrows softened, she hadn't been thinking clearly. Had she even checked for her phone? She offered an apologetic smile before patting herself down searching, searching, and finding nothing.
Then she found it in her pocket, pulling it out she frowned softly realizing she had crushed it most likely in the explosion given the damage, but the tumble they just took didn't help.
"Ho....."
"How many more floors?"
He felt the glare but refrained from saying anything. Of course she could have called it a stupid question, but right now, in this whole mess, nothing was really stupid. This was just pure survival, trying to get out of that building before any more detonations could go off and bury them under the rubble. When Wendy did pull out her phone β no matter how damaged it was β he couldnβt help his eyebrow rising. He didnβt say anything, though. He just took the phone and turned it in his hands. βWe are on the seventh nowβ¦β Gareth muttered, eyeing Wendyβs phone from every angle as if he could just magically urge it to turn itself on even though it was crushed. He tried the button a few times, pressing it longer, then for a short moment, again and again. But nothing. It stayed dead.
With a sigh he handed it back to Wendy, his gaze wandering to the windows. Or, well open gaps in the walls, because all the glass was gone. Shattered. Spread everywhere. βWe have two options: try to get to the staircase and hope itβs still intactβ¦or we can try to climb out the windows and one or two floors down and hope we can go on from there.β His brow rose, gaze returning to Wendy. βI donβt like either, but I suppose we have no choice.β Well, he actually hated the latter, because he did doubt either of them was just able to climb down the buildingβ¦
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"Hmmm." Maria just hummed because she had a funny feeling that Bond wouldn't have admitted to Gareth he was helping him because he liked him. Just like she imagined Gareth would never admit to helping Bond if it came down to it. "Well, I still think Italy isn't exactly the actions of someone who is just helping you because of me." Maria added.
"Or what I've told you." Maria knew the sort of person, the sort of man Gareth was. She also knew there was a line between his personal and work life. She also had a line, however, hers was distinctly more wavy, blurred and tattered than Gareth's. She knew Moneypenny, Q and Tanner outside of work. She'd met Tanners family, she'd been to Q's house. Then there were some of the admin pool.
"Darling, I don't think you're paranoid. And if I did, I wouldn't blame you, not after everything that's happened." Maria said, squeezing closer to him as someone passed close by them. "I'll always worry about you. It's part of my job, as your soon to be wife."
She smiled at him when he kissed her, it growing broader when he said about the barbecue, she'd been wanting to do it for a while. She hadn't actually had Eve or Q round since Gareth had moved in. It wasn't really a problem because they just went to either of their places, or were out doing some sort of silly activity however it would be nice to have them all over again. Even more so with Gareth there because she'd like them to see the side of him she always talked about.
"Do you really mean that?" Maria asked him. "We don't have to Gareth, I know how precious your downtime is to you. I know how you like to keep your space your own and I really, truly don't mind."
His brow rose. Really, he thought he knew Bond enough to be aware the man wasnβt all too keen on Gareth. He was still grieving his predecessorβs death, who had been like a mother for him. Gareth, on the other side, didnβt have that kind of relationship with the agent. It was purely professional, the two men were keeping their distance. Although Bond really was rather hostile towards him for whatever reason; it did pain Gareth that the agent sometimes went behind his back, showing him he didnβt trust him. He didnβt say any more on the matter, though. He also didnβt tell Maria that he believed Bond only helped in Italy not just because of Maria, but because he simply didnβt want yet another superior who was potentially even worse than Gareth.
He shifted a bit to give Maria more room, his gaze following the man that had squeezed past them. Yes, he had got paranoid after Italy. Even moreso than he had been before. A bit of paranoia couldnβt hurt, it just shouldnβt take over oneβs life. His gaze returned to meet Mariaβs. In that very moment he knew he would regret agreeing to that barbecue. βWell, Iββ He bit down on his lip for a moment, shaking his head. βIf it makes you happy? I wouldnβt be surprised if they said no, though, after allβ¦Iβm still their boss.β And it was rather awkward to spend free time with the boss, wasnβt it? βYou know I donβt mind. Andβ¦well, if you want to invite them over and they donβt want me there, Iβll leave. Itβs fine. I can...find something else to do.β
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Vera did not have the strength to grasp his hand tightly, but she tried. She wanted him to feel the fight still inside her. To know that she was still his own Dr. Vera Nair, even beside herself with grief.
Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper that only Gareth could possibly hear. "I can't return to them, can I?" If she returned, Kindersley would remove Britain from her route and if she dared to go against Foundation orders by insisting to meet with Tom in person, they would kill her and Tom, too, if he wasn't already... "It's a Catch 22. If I do return. If I do not return. Schrodinger's Tom. Help me. Help me."
Again, she began to weep silent, bitter, frustrated, exhausted tears. "Can I stay with you? Even just for a few nights while we figure this out. I'm not fit to return to service now. My alternate will need to tap in. If I go back now... I don't know that I'll ever see you again."
She really was a changed person, and it pained him to see Vera like this. The grip on her hand tightened a bit, and Gareth swore silently that he wasnβt going to let go of it anytime soon. If any doctors or nurses wanted him to leave the room, he would refuse. He would fight tooth and nail to stay by her side, no matter for how long. His free hand moved to gently stroke over her cheek, brushing a curl of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Useless, though. She looked like an absolute mess β and he figured he didnβt look any better after this whole ordeal.
βI have a feeling they wonβt let you return to me,β Gareth told her truthfully. βLike I said, Iβm not leaving your side. Iβmβ¦not risking letting them get you andββ Take you away from me. He left the sentence unsaid, though. βThey most likely know where I live. The security system is one of the best in London andβ¦Iβll have Q branch upgrade it and make sure at least one of my agents is in the area.β He shot the nurse a side-glance, but the man was giving them the space they needed, his back turned to them. Gareth used that chance to lean forward and place a quick kiss on Veraβs cheek. βYouβre safe with me,β he promised her in a whisper.
"Correct answer." Maria teased giving his hand a squeeze before he let go of it. She didn't mean it, of course, she'd never have made Gareth give up anything for her. Especially not the army, not given how much he loved it, loved his career.
"It is." Maria nodded. She hadn't meant to make him feel bad though. She just wanted to make him aware that Sarah's fate was probably much harsher than his own. Even if her punishment didn't seem as harsh.
"I think you're right about talking to her, and talking to her together would be strange. I don't think we should involve HR in this yet, but, if anyone is having a conversation with her we definitely need to record it." Maria pointed out. "I genuinely don't know what's best in this situation. I don't want you to be put in any more of an awkward position than you are.... maybe I could talk to her?" The instant the suggestion left her mouth she regretted it. She didn't really want to talk to Sarah, especially not one on one. She had no idea what to expect from the woman but the fact Maria had tried to be nice to her and Sarah had been nothing but rude.... AND she'd kissed Gareth. It filled her with a sort of anger that probably wasn't productive.
This wasn't about Sarah though it was about Gareth. It was about helping him.
Eating the last bite of the slice of toast, Gareth then leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. It didnβt matter β none of those options seemed like the right one. It was a delicate matter, one that didnβt allow any mistakes, because those could cost him his entire career and drag down others with him, in the worst case. He really was at a loss right now.
His brow rose at Mariaβs suggestion. The two of them talking, alone? That might as well just make everything worse. His eyes widened as a thought crossed his mind. βDo you think there isβ¦any sort of evidence?β It was highly unlikely that Moneypenny had an audio recorder run in her office, though. βMaybeβ¦β Gareth pursed his lips for a moment, βwell, aside from you seeing it. But I suppose HR wonβt quite like it, either, becauseβ¦wellβ¦we are engaged.β Why did everything, every single idea they had, just complicate things even further?
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Corinne watched as he moved towards the pan and confidently turned the cakes while they talked. Given how much time theyβd spent together recently and the times sheβd seen him cook, it didnβt come as a surprise to hear him admit to where heβd learned most of his cooking skills. Sheβd learned over time a few bits of information about his experience in the army and his schooling. Perhaps not as much as she might have liked to know, but given both his upbringing and career path, it wasnβt surprising. Combined with what sheβd learned about her new home country in general it seemed to track.
She took the last batch of their soon to be snack with a smile and began her part of the process once more. βI think so too.β She agreed to his comment about how everyone seemed to have some form of cherished recipes saved in one way or another. She returned his smile when he checked his watch and conformed they were still on time to catch the beginning of the show they planned to watch. βGood, glad to hear it.β
Iβm honestly glad I offered you to stay here
HIs unexpected words hit a place deep inside she hadnβt realized yearned for the sort of comfort they provided in the moment. She smiled at his follow up comment. βIβll always accept an excuse to cook and bake.β She tossed back. βI enjoy it and to be quite honest, itβs become of a form of relaxation and even stress relief at times. The attention it commands is so often exactly the kind of distraction needed in those moments.β She admitted softly. Though as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wondered what on earth compelled her to admit it to Gareth. Something sheβd likely return to examine more closely later when she was trying to sleep. Somehow without even noticing sheβd become comfortable with him.
βOh no, you didnβt make me feel any of those ways at all.β She assured. βIn fact, I was just thinking to myself how comfortable I was feeling.β Okay so maybe she was actually going to say that out loud. Corinne smiled again, trying to ignore her thoughts which seemed to be vying for immediate attention. βThe company has been really nice, I know itβs temporary of course, but youβve made me feel more welcome and less like an intrusion on your life and itβs appreciated.β
She glanced down and realized as theyβd talked, sheβd finished coating the remaining cakes in the sugar. βLooks like weβre ready.β She said with a soft smile.
In all honesty, he wasnβt quite sure himself what he was trying to express; he just didnβt want Corinne to feel like he didnβt want her in his home, or that she was some sort of burden for him, because she wasnβt. In the beginning he hadnβt been all too pleased to meet with her and had only begrudgingly agreed to doing the favour, but with more and more time passing, he found it was quite comfortable to have her around. In fact, so comfortable, he had to constantly remind himself it was only temporary, and that he still had a job to do, that there was a threat lingering out there. And he did have to be careful to not fall in love with her.
Gareth cleared his throat and shook off those thoughts, carefully setting all the finished Welsh cakes on a big plate he had got from the cupboard. Five minutes. That gave them enough time to fill the glasses with wine, carry it all into the living room, turn on the tv, and get comfortable on the sofa. Goodness. Almost like married life.
He smiled widely when Corinne actually did understand what he was trying to say, and was on the same page as him. That she didnβt mind living with him at all β a total stranger, actually. There was a lot of trust involved, on both sides. βLetβs go then. Would you take the glasses and the wine?β He picked up the plate and carried it out the kitchen and into the living room. It was actually three rooms combined; the living room and study, with all the bookshelves filled to the rim with both modern and old books, and the dining room area at the other side, looking over the garden. Or, well, what was left of the garden. He had never been good with plants and had actually just abandoned it. With some work, he was sure, it could actually be a nice garden with a patio β he just neither had the time, nor muse to do anything out there.
He set the plate down on the coffee table, then turned on the tv and switched to the channel showing the quiz show, realising they still had a full minute before it started. βDo you want a blanket?β he asked Corinne.
"How much do you usually talk to each other?" Maria asked him. "Outside of secretarial duties?" Maria was questioning him because she just couldn't marry up the Eve that had defended him with the Eve that Gareth was talking about. Yes she'd have been affected by everything, just like everyone else and yes, yes she'd seen the pictures, she'd been on the phone with Maria when they came through but, that night. That night when Sarah had done what she'd done, when Maria had been at Eve's.... Eve had defended Gareth. Eve had been the one to talk about how much Gareth clearly loved Maria.
"It's not that I don't believe you, by the way. It's just, I know it's affected you, everything that happened and it's still affecting you." She admitted. She did roll her eyes slightly when he said about Bond. "You have to remember Bond and I went through a lot together, like you and some of your army buddies. It forms a... tether. He was also the one to get me out of..." Maria trailed off. "That doesn't mean he's not on your side Gareth. He helped me save you. He knew, he knew you weren't what they were saying. I know it's hard but give him a little, tiny bit of credit. Plus if he was only on my side he definitely wouldn't have had you back to his apartment."
Maria sighed gently. She loved Gareth so much and sometimes she just hated how alone he seemed to feel but she didn't know how to fix it. She didn't know how to show him.
"Just be kind to yourself darling, everyone isn't against you and they don't all hate you. I promise."
Gareth was silent for a long moment after Mariaβs question, thinking. Pursing his lips. It was embarrassing, wasnβt it? But he and Moneypenny really didnβt actually talk much. Even before the whole thing with Italy, they had never had long conversations. They talked the necessary, yes; about work, about the meetings, when something had to be done. But privately? He didnβt actually know anything about herβ¦ He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. His hand moved away from Mariaβs back and up to grab the handle before the train left the station. With the other he held onto his briefcase.
His gaze shifted back to meet Mariaβs. Thankfully he wasnβt one of those jealous husbands who didnβt allow his wife friendships with other men. Now, he didnβt trust Bond to not do anything stupid, knowing full well how much of a womaniser he was; but he did trust Maria. βBond told me. He said he was only helping me because he helped you.β His brow rose. At least that much he knew. He sighed. βMaybeβ¦you are right about Moneypenny. Weβve never talked much,β Gareth admitted, almost sheepishly. βEverything I know about her, I know from her file.β That really was embarrassing, wasnβt it? Another sigh. βYou must think Iβm paranoid.β He shook his head. βIβm sorry. I donβt want to worry you.β Too late, though. Maria was always worrying, always making sure everyone around her felt safe and comfortable, even if she didnβt. She kept putting everyone before her. Gareth was proud of her for being like that, he loved her for it; and yet sometimes he found himself wanting her to be a bit more selfish, to think about herself more. God knows she deserved it.
He leaned forward to steal a quick kiss. βPerhaps we should finally do thatβ¦barbecue youβve been talking about and invite a few from Six over.β Though he was actually dreading that thought.
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