You know my name
Oneshot BanquetI apologize in advance...enjoy?
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He could hear her humming before he opened the door. The windows were all open and it was still so hot. She was sitting on the floor, in her favourite boxer and bra, cleaning her Colt 1895 with care. He smiled as he recognized what she was singing under her breath; an old 007 theme.
“I’ve seen this diamond cut through harder men” he sang closing the door.
Looking up, the next words got stuck in and the smile froze on her lips. She rushed up to meet him, eyes wide at the sight of his bloodied shirt and the cut above his right eye.
“what happened. Is he…. Did you…” she whispered, her slim fingers cupping his face and her worried eyes locking onto his.
“it’s over now.” He simply said, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
She led him through the living room to the kitchen. she had started humming again and it made him smile.
“ouch! It burns”
“bullets and knives barely make you grunt but hydrogen peroxide hurts?” she laughed. “you’re such an odd sissy”
He liked nothing better than to have her nice hands run over him as she cleaned and treated his wounds. But let’s be truthful, a cleaning solution’s burn is the absolute worse!
“Say…can i…” she spoke looking down and packing the first-aid kit.
“yes?”
“Can I ask?” she said looking him in the eyes.
He knew the question. She had only asked once, the first time they met, and when he didn’t answer she never mentioned it again.
“No.” he said it in a teasing, jesting way but she didn’t seem to catch on.
She scowled at him and turned around, first-aid kit in hand, and walked out of the kitchen.
“clearly you’re ok so you can go wash now.” She said sitting back down where he found her, picking up her gun again and resumed cleaning with fervor.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the pout her lips formed when she was upset. She truly was a wonder. He often thought of fate and its twisted works; how it intertwined their paths and led them to each other. It’s only been a few months but he knew this was it; it’s her and that’s all.
He silently prayed a “thank you”, sitting behind her and hugging her small but solid frame.
“get awayyy!! Your shirt is all bloodied and I showered this morning!” she said trying to wiggle away from his grip.
He laughed louder and held her tighter.
“get it off me then.”
She half turned around, rolling her eyes at him and smiling.
“Jong. Call me Jong.” He whispered in her ear, pulling her down with him on the warm floor.
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yes yes, very Bond-biased and it shows!
i typed this up just now, in like 20minutes, so im sorry for any typos and weird sentence structure.
i know it's lame and kinda out of nowhere...trying to get back in it i guess. i could go more in detail and
give the story some background or foundation bbbuuttt nope.
i dont know. i just felt like writing and it ended up being this so here you go! also...i don't know why it's jong?
i guess that VCR from their japanese concert last year and in 2011 left a big impression on me ((love men with guns!!!)) ((ok not..
real guns..like movies and stuff..))
hhhmmm...Thank you for reading and sorry for this silly nonsense! Feel free to guess the song//movie i'm talking about! also tell me what you think the story is about!!
Thanks again for reading
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