Bond's Office, Friday

[doubleohblonde]

Bond's office heating had broken for the umpteenth time. Really, he was starting to just expect this to happen at the worst possible times.

Hopefully he'd be able to get it fixed before tomorrow and any guests would decide to postpone visiting until then, but he had a responsibility to be here regardless.

[Open.]

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[electrocynic]

"Oh, you know it."

Hey, maybe they could be drunk by the time any parents wandered around here.

[doubleohblonde]

That was an excellent plan, if Bond's narrative might say so.

He refilled their glasses. "So, do you have your lies prepared about how normal an education the children are getting?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah snorted, shaking her head. "They don't pay me enough to lie. At least not convincingly. If I happen to not hate the kid, I might be convinced to try and spin my class into something that's not just smashing shit up... But nah, probably not even that."

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was teaching his students to be better poker players, so he was in no position to judge. "There's always the possibility they'll be too distracted to ask."

[electrocynic]

"Or maybe I'll mortify the kidlets some more and shag a hot dad."

It was about 50/50 on whether she'd have said that without the pollen and the vodka.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond laughed. "Always a chance of that."

Not that he set out to charm them...okay, he totally set out to charm them.

[electrocynic]

Sarah took a thoughtful sip from her glass, then shrugged a shoulder.

"Or I could just shag you and ignore them altogether."

[doubleohblonde]

He'd hardly turn that offer down even without the pollen.

"If that's your desire, I'd be more than happy to assist." Look, he was even halfway (un)dressed for it.

[electrocynic]

"God, you're so English." Look who was talking. She knocked back the rest of her drink before setting the empty glass on his desk. "Okay then."

[doubleohblonde]

"One moment." Bond went to shut the door because no one needed a show.

He came back to her side of the desk. "Now, where were we?"

[electrocynic]

Oh, right, the door. That had probably been a good call.

But Sarah thought stepping closer to kiss him was a pretty good idea on her part too. Also, a better response than any words would have been.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond considered that an excellent response. So excellent in fact, that he pressed in closer against her, with an aim of backing her towards the desk.

[electrocynic]

She could definitely do that. Without much stumbling, even. And even if she'd stumbled, well, that was what her hand on his arm was for.

But she didn't stumble. Kept kissing him, too.

[doubleohblonde]

Co-ordination and the ability to multi-task were always pluses in Bond's book.

Now that he had her up against the desk, he smoothed his hands down her sides to rest on her hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles as he deepened the kiss further.

[electrocynic]

That was good. Sarah approved of the touching. Her own hands got flattened against his chest, traveling down. Hey, it was there and it was bare. She would've been crazy not to do it.

Also, it'd been a while since she'd kissed anyone, so she was approving of the deepening of the kiss too. And giving as good as she got.

[doubleohblonde]

It had been longer than Bond cared to admit, but sex pollen or no, he wasn't a teenager any more. So he was quite prepared to take his time about this and do it properly.

[electrocynic]

Sarah was going to be fine with that. Now that she wasn't blowing up her electronics in frustration or pining for some arsehole who'd left her to be a hero in outer space, she was more than fine taking her time enjoying herself. Especially when it was with someone so fit who tasted enticingly like booze.

Yes, she was going to be just fine here.