Her reply, so soft and whispered, pierced
S H A R P as any other blade slipped up
between his ribs. He savored it, for even
if he could only ever have her razor sharp
and burning he knows at least she isn’t —
”— Til death do us part.“
A mere handful of words with a far more
significant meaning: He’d planned to
marry her, if she would have had him,
because parting from the world of murder
and espionage…he would have needed
wanted her by his side to anchor him.
And by now, they both had ‘died’ and
resurrected. What use are vows and
petty promises when they lived a life
such as this? Perhaps she knew of his
plans, perhaps she didn’t. If she were
clever enough, surely she would pick
up on his wording. If not, then so be it.
He wasn’t sure what to make of it himself.
”I don’t want it to hurt you.
Please, give it to me.“
He murmurs, holding out his hand, blue
eyes filled with concern. Usually, anyone
who bothered touching his belongings he
would gladly let discover for themselves
the pain of pressing the wrong button or
flipping the wrong switch, but now was
not the time for such boyish antics.
She feels his gaze perfectly. Piece
by piece, her body falls. She's almost
naked, yet her tight, white dress
squeezes her every bone. His words
painfully but how sweet close her mind
in a cage. She wants to tilt her head back
and just swim among James' breath.
Her long fingers released and handed the
'dangerous' thing to Bond. Slowly. Her fingertips
gently tickle his rough skin. Vesper's safe now.
Irony. A deep breath, and her face, again with
a no but how well-known expression.
❝ I'm a good girl. ❞ A playful smile took the
redness from her lips.
He is so close yet, he is far away. Or maybe
something has changed ? His eyes ... Always
gazing her bitterly, throwing words with
toxic taste. But now ... The ocean plays slowly,
inviting her. Her spine gives alarms. Her teeth
let out a heavy breath. How is it going to end ?
Please, I'm not finished yet.
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