There's a hand that lightly covers hers, strong and larger over her long and delicate fingers, his skin rough and calloused from years of abuse in the field. James Bond, ex-spy with one of the shortest careers in espionage while remaining alive, guides her hand over to the right, fingers always touching, almost dancing across the basket of fruit in various shades of pink, some deeper and more vivid than others.
He lets her hand stop, hovering over a deep, deep pink one, its flesh looking as though it wants to burst from the skin. Bond honestly has no idea what the fruit is, or whether he's chosen the right one.
But that hardly matters. It was really never about the fruit anyway.
Things could be a lot worse than they are, being trapped on a spaceship (though currently moored to this strange planet) with no real conclusions for a return trip back home. But what is home anyway? He could be floating anywhere in the cosmos and it would be perfectly fine with him, so long as the woman currently within kissing distance is by his side.
Speaking of which, he presses a kiss against her hair, a slow, almost lazy smile crossing his features.
/sobs
There's a hand that lightly covers hers, strong and larger over her long and delicate fingers, his skin rough and calloused from years of abuse in the field. James Bond, ex-spy with one of the shortest careers in espionage while remaining alive, guides her hand over to the right, fingers always touching, almost dancing across the basket of fruit in various shades of pink, some deeper and more vivid than others.
He lets her hand stop, hovering over a deep, deep pink one, its flesh looking as though it wants to burst from the skin. Bond honestly has no idea what the fruit is, or whether he's chosen the right one.
But that hardly matters. It was really never about the fruit anyway.
Things could be a lot worse than they are, being trapped on a spaceship (though currently moored to this strange planet) with no real conclusions for a return trip back home. But what is home anyway? He could be floating anywhere in the cosmos and it would be perfectly fine with him, so long as the woman currently within kissing distance is by his side.
Speaking of which, he presses a kiss against her hair, a slow, almost lazy smile crossing his features.
"Hm. Hello."