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moonlettuceSo, I'd resisted and resisted, and last night finally I caved. *sigh* I am now a member of the ForEngland mailing list, which is the James Bond slash list, geared towards any pairing, but specifically for James Bond/Alec Trevelyan. But I'm forgiving myself because, guys, *Sean Bean*.
But, I find myself not only joining the list, but writing a snippet to go with it. So, I present to you, my very first 006/007 piece. Be gentle ;)
He's wondering why he's here, even if he already knows the answer. It's because James could never say no to this man, could never deny him anything. Because James knows that their lifestyle means holding back isn't an option. So when Alec's lips touch his there's no hesitation. And when their clothes hit the floor James doesn't bother keeping his hands back. He reaches out, touching, skimming flesh, tracing every scar and mark. The stiletto wound from Kiev, the bullet wound from Berlin, the scar from that time in Azerbaijan. The time where the knife had got just too close, nicking the artery in Alec's thigh. And James had had to watch as the red liquid seeped out, not knowing if they'd get out in time. Dirty rag the only thing he could find to staunch the flow and hoping, praying, that if Alec survived he wouldn't end up infected with anything from the filthy piece of material. He still remembers his relief at the seeing the lights from the US Embassy. And James had never been so happy to see an American in all his life. But thoughts of near-death experiences have no place here as fingers dance over each mar of Alec's skin, knowing Alec's fingers are finding their twins on James's own body. Each mark telling the story of their life, of their survival.
"James."
And the voice is low, husky,. Gravel smooth base that only serves to make him harder than he already is. Cock pressing into Alec's hip as lips descend onto his, demanding entry. Kisses, hard, bruising, along his jaw. Stubble from Alec's cheek rubbing against his face.
"For England, James."
Words spoken with a smirk, mocking every other time that sentence has been uttered. And James returns the smirk even as his head shakes.
"No, Alec, not for England, not this time."
"No? Then why?" Curious eyes watching him, waiting for an answer.
And the words escape from James's tongue with ease, flowing into the charged air and wrapping themselves around entwined bodies. "For love, Alec. This time, it's for love."
But, I find myself not only joining the list, but writing a snippet to go with it. So, I present to you, my very first 006/007 piece. Be gentle ;)
He's wondering why he's here, even if he already knows the answer. It's because James could never say no to this man, could never deny him anything. Because James knows that their lifestyle means holding back isn't an option. So when Alec's lips touch his there's no hesitation. And when their clothes hit the floor James doesn't bother keeping his hands back. He reaches out, touching, skimming flesh, tracing every scar and mark. The stiletto wound from Kiev, the bullet wound from Berlin, the scar from that time in Azerbaijan. The time where the knife had got just too close, nicking the artery in Alec's thigh. And James had had to watch as the red liquid seeped out, not knowing if they'd get out in time. Dirty rag the only thing he could find to staunch the flow and hoping, praying, that if Alec survived he wouldn't end up infected with anything from the filthy piece of material. He still remembers his relief at the seeing the lights from the US Embassy. And James had never been so happy to see an American in all his life. But thoughts of near-death experiences have no place here as fingers dance over each mar of Alec's skin, knowing Alec's fingers are finding their twins on James's own body. Each mark telling the story of their life, of their survival.
"James."
And the voice is low, husky,. Gravel smooth base that only serves to make him harder than he already is. Cock pressing into Alec's hip as lips descend onto his, demanding entry. Kisses, hard, bruising, along his jaw. Stubble from Alec's cheek rubbing against his face.
"For England, James."
Words spoken with a smirk, mocking every other time that sentence has been uttered. And James returns the smirk even as his head shakes.
"No, Alec, not for England, not this time."
"No? Then why?" Curious eyes watching him, waiting for an answer.
And the words escape from James's tongue with ease, flowing into the charged air and wrapping themselves around entwined bodies. "For love, Alec. This time, it's for love."
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Date: 2003-01-10 12:33 pm (UTC)Please. Don't wake me till the pretty pictures on the inside of my eyelids have faded...
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Date: 2003-01-10 12:48 pm (UTC){g} Yes, ma'am. *Note to self: do not disturb Tem while pretty pictures are still there...*
On the other hand, I could give you more pretty pictures. How about a crossover with Trevelyan/Krycek. Woh boy!
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Date: 2003-01-10 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-11 10:45 am (UTC)Look forward to reading more 006/007, plus assorted guest stars in due course.
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Date: 2003-01-11 11:55 am (UTC)Hopefully you won't have to wait long. Tem and I started the Bond/Trevelyan/Krycek piece last night - we're up to six pages and counting.
XanDutch...
Date: 2003-01-13 12:08 am (UTC)(Then decides to bug Claire some more about those *other* stories she's working on.)
(Like Pale Moon Rising.)
(And The Price You Pay.)
(Or quite simply the lot of 'm.)
(Me greedy? Nah.)
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Date: 2003-01-13 09:51 am (UTC)*Claire sticks her tongue out and runs away to hide behind the couch...*
Um, they're coming, they're coming...
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Date: 2003-01-17 01:10 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-01-17 04:33 pm (UTC)*Meep* Tem, Lil's shouting at me!!!!
Er, there may will be more Bond/Trevelyan snips, because, well, hot damn! it's a good mental image.
{Also, am I the only one who types 'Bond' and has to actually stop herself from typing the 'age' at the end of it?}
And, {eg} that's we've ensared you in the entire LJ thing. There's no escape now!!
bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
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Date: 2005-11-11 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-11 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-05 07:00 am (UTC)Kisses, hard, bruising, along his jaw. God this is a good visual.
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Date: 2006-04-05 10:07 pm (UTC)