Bond's Office Hours [Friday]

[doubleohblonde]

There was a problem with the heating in Bond's office today. Somehow or the other, the thermostat had gotten stuck at too high a setting, and to further complicate matters, his window was jammed shut.

So after propping the door open, Bond now sat at his desk trying to look as professional as he possibly could while working without a shirt.

[Open! Not so much now as he's sliding towards NWS-ness with his visitor.]

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[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Ta," said Daisy, moving into the office and having a seat, crossing her legs that were shown off very well by her short skirt and that was okay because, out of her uniform, she had no restrictions in exuding her sexuality, "I'd love one. And I did notice it's a little...warm in here..."

[doubleohblonde]

"I'd say it's just gotten significantly warmer," Bond commented, his eyes shamelessly following the length of her legs.

"I have scotch and vodka," he said as he got a pair of glasses out. "The vodka would be colder."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

And here she'd half expected tea. Vodka was much better, and Daisy situated herself nicely to show off that she was comprised of many fine parts just as nice as her legs.

"Vodka's more my drink, anyway."

[doubleohblonde]

Bond tended only to offer tea to go with breakfast, although the fact took the time to admire all of her very fine parts indeed he poured their drinks indicated he would have very few problems doing so in Daisy's case.

"I admire a woman with taste," he said, holding out a glass to her.

[ooc: need to crash. SP?]

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"And I admire a man without a shirt," said Daisy, taking the glass. She was pretty sure she had intended to say something else there, along the lines of his own taste or his manners, but, really, the shirt thing worked just as well, so she was going to stick with it.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond grinned shamelessly. "I'm afraid I can only repeat my sentiment about women with taste."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"That makes me two for two," Daisy noted, returning the grin easily. "I'm doing pretty well so far."

[doubleohblonde]

"I have to disagree there," Bond said, his tone teasing. "You're doing so much more than well."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"And I haven't even done anything yet," said Daisy, lifting an eyebrow. "Can't wait to hear what you think once I have..."

[doubleohblonde]

"Is that an offer?" Bond asked as he leant in towards Daisy. "Because I would gladly accept if it was."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

He was shirtless, he was hot, she was hot, and she was not in uniform.

Daisy didn't much see the point of being coy and she laughed a little, meeting James' lean. "Oh, that's definitely an offer. Although, I'd...hate," oh yes, hate; maybe she could be a little coy after all, "to interrupt, working so...hard..."

[doubleohblonde]

Bond leant in even closer. "If you're worried about disrupting our schedules, I'm sure we can figure something out," he murmured. "After all, the door does lock."

Why yes, he was suggesting office sex.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Does it?" asked Daisy, grinning as she easily looked toward James' eyes and lifted her chin just slightly to be closer. "Maybe we should look into that."

[doubleohblonde]

"We really should," Bond agreed as he closed that final bit of distance between them.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

They should. They really, really should, although it could definitely wait now that James was kissing her and she was very into kissing him back.

It could definitely wait. And, actually, she was thinking she might not mind the possible exhibition factor too terribly if it meant not breaking something like this up.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had a sense of discretion, but not shame, and so he was perfectly content to favour kissing over door closure until it became absolutely necessary.

It was that with that thought in mind that he pressed in closer to Daisy.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy let out a small, appreciative sound for the direction that this was going, shifting a little to position herself to be able to return this easier. She grinned into it a moment before a hand drifted. She couldn't exactly appreciate James' shirtlessness with her eyes at the moment, so she figured she'd do it by touch.

[doubleohblonde]

Since it would be most impolite not to return that kind of appreciation, Bond let his hands slowly smooth over Daisy's legs, making a small sound of admiration as he nipped gently at her lip.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Yes, Daisy was definitely liking where this was heading, relishing in it and the feel of his hand along her leg and his muscle under her hand before she pulled away for a slight breath. And a grin. "I'm feeling a mite overdressed," she commented. "How about we close that door and even out the stakes?"

[doubleohblonde]

Bond grinned back, his eyes doing a fairly good job of mentally undressing her as he started moving towards the door. "I'll just get the door then? I wouldn't want you to feel the least uncomfortable."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Why should he have to mentally undress her? Daisy, being very helpful that way, would already have her blouse unbuttoned and off her back by the time James probably got there. "It's not comfort I'm concerned with, but this is a school, James."

[doubleohblonde]

"And we wouldn't want to traumatise the poor dears," he said as he closed the door. "The paperwork alone..."

Bond was most grateful for Daisy's helpfulness and wasted very little time showing his appreciation for it. With his mouth.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

That was one of the best ways to show appreciation, really, especially because Daisy could show her appreciation back in the same way. And hands at James' side, sliding to the small of his back, fingers slipping a little underneath the waistband of the pants that he was still unfortunately wearing.

[doubleohblonde]

That was a tragedy indeed, one that he really was going to have to do something about.
Just as soon as he'd finished exploring all the skin that had been hiding under Daisy's blouse.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Although, really, it was a blouse that Daisy owned, so it probably hadn't been hiding at that much.

But what it was hiding was fabulous.

And James could very well take his time there; she was sliding her hands 'round front to take care of the tragic pants situation.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond, and perhaps more importantly, his mouth, were in complete agreement about the fabulousness of those particular parts of Daisy.

And if he shifted to give Daisy a better angle on his trousers, well, he had it on good authority that some of his own parts were also fabulous.