Casino Royale : Vesper Lynd

Chapter 22

James was quickly recovering, being able to walk now just as he could before. It had been a week and he was gaining back his strength which he lost that one night. We spent all of our time together, watching films on the sofa, walking in the nearby park or beach, playing chess and cards with Gareth, and most importantly caring for each other.

We were just outside, sipping on the drink I created that one day when James was desperate for alcohol. He was still looking for a name for it but he couldn't figure anything out. He wanted the name to be special but he couldn't invent anything since he was not inspired.

"Do you have a middle name, Vesper?" he asked me and I was taken by surprise by the question.

"Why do you ask?" I answered curiously.

"I just want to know. Curiosity." he answered with a grin.

"Alpha." I answered, enunciating my rather strange middle name. Hell, my first name was peculiar in itself.

"Omega." he answered and I immediately saw the joke. 

"Your watch." I grin, a small laugh escaping my lips.

"I'm going to call it an Alpha." he said.

"How about AlphaOmega?" I asked him.

"I stand corrected. From this day on and so forth, this drink shall bear the name AlphaOmega." he said, raising his glass and Gareth and I joined him.

After we toasted and took a nice sip, we continued playing our game of cards and it turns out I am not half bad at it, having the most cherries in my bowl at the end of the round. Gareth left to take a call from the Chief of Staff and James and I were left together under the rather cloudy skies of the Mediterranean country. A wind had picked up and suddenly we were being showered with rain. James grabbed me by the hand and tore me off my chair as I ran behind him, my hand linked in his. 

James took us to the empty recovery room of the villa, pushed the door, and pulled us in. We were safe from the rain now, his grey sweater beaten by raindrops and his hair a little wet, mirroring my rain stained blue dress and my hair curling up a little at the water. My arms snaked themselves around his neck and he pulled me close to him, pressing his strong lips against mine.

It felt sensational. I felt like the most desired woman on the planet, desired by someone who was so special to me, my saviour, my mirror, my everything. Before I could kiss him any longer, he suddenly picked me up, his arm under my knees, the other cradling my back. I let out a small noise of surprise, as I was not expecting him to be in such shape to start lifting weights over one hundred pounds. The man wouldn't stop surprising me. 

I suddenly felt a hunger for him and I knew he had a hunger for me. I started tugging at his sweater, prying it off with my hands as he gently laid me down on the hospital bed. He climbed on top of me, my knees bent comfortably, and we both worked to get his sweater off as fast as possible. As soon as he threw it to the side, he put an arm under my back and passionately kissed me. I was kissing him back like I never did, full of desire and happiness, the movements quick as his muscular body sat atop of me. His biceps were showing now through his white short sleeved shirt and I couldn't help but notice how tense they were, full of the power he displayed when in service, strong and caring around my rather frail body. My hands were all over his back and pulling at his shirt as we kissed. 

He pulled away for a moment, looking intently at me, his piercing eyes cutting into mine like daggers but they were full of passion and adrenaline. We both just looked at each other for a second, as if to ask each other if we want to continue. There was no doubt about it as we both gave an eager smile and he quickly resumed what he was doing, our bodies moving passionately as the lingering kisses grew in number and hands were travelling on our backs. It felt like heaven, something I've never experienced before. As I was pulled up by him, his arm firmly set across my back and we were tugging at each other, moving quickly when suddenly I felt gravity slip upon us and we went falling down, holding onto each other, to the ground with a thump while at it. We both hysterically laughed at our failure. The vase with white flowers went crashing to the floor as the stand moved, and the tall lamp fell over as well, causing us both to burst out laughing once again. Luckily, I was the one who ended up on top of James, and not the other way around, because my weight wouldn't crush him, unlike his. He proceeded to kiss me some more and I happily joined him. His movements were almost controlling but I stirred things up as I removed his shirt. I saw his perfectly toned body and lay my head flat against it, my ear taking in his heartbeat.