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Oct. 14th, 2007 01:34 am Poker
“Hah! Oh, I told you that I’d win at least one round, didn’t I?”
Sarah Jane giggled, tossing a handful of popcorn at her husband. Tonight was a night in. James had just gotten back from a mission in Belize two days ago. Between mild injuries, exhaustion, paperwork, and extensive time at the office, they hadn’t had a chance to catch up until now. Valerie had been put to bed only minutes before, far past her bedtime. She had been too excited to have Daddy home than to actually agree to sleep.
And now, it seemed, that the only thing left to do was to have share a bottle of cheap wine and popcorn (“See the sorts of things that happen when you go away, James?” Sarah had teased earlier) as they vainly attempted to take the mickey out of each other in a game of poker. Not for the first time, the bed was ignored for sake of the floor. Neither had any need to properly act their age; they were far too happy acting as randy and silly as a teenage couple in love.
“This means you have to remove an article of clothing now,” she continued, beaming. By now, she had already lost both socks, her blouse, and her skirt. If she hadn’t been so used to consistently winding up in this position when playing poker against her husband, Sarah would be rather embarrassed. “And it better be something significant, James. You’ve already seen far too much of me for the night.”
“I’d prefer to think that it isn’t enough,” James replied as he stood and tugged at the fly of his trousers. A second later and his pants were flung across the room, landing somewhere between the bed and a dresser. He smiled at her and Sarah Jane nodded her approval. While he still had his boxers on, it had been far too long since she had seen any bit of him unclothed. “In fact, I am rather ashamed to have lost that round.”
“Well, I’m not. It’s about time I beat you at this game. It’s only taken me…how many tries?”
“Too few, I’d say.” He sat back down across from her, leaning in for a quick kiss before shuffling and dealing the cards. “I had been hoping to…win a few more rounds before letting you have one.”
Sarah Jane laughed from behind her cards, organizing them carefully. “Perhaps I’ve gotten tired of having to strip you after the game. It’s rather difficult, you know. What with your hands roaming and all.”
She threw a couple of chips into the mound in the middle. The rules of this game were simple enough. Standard hold’em in which the loser of each round had to remove another layer of clothing while the winner of the pot decided just how they would be making love that night. Cheating was more than allowed. Usually, the game never lasted that long as one or both of them wound up losing control and their hand at the same time.
It had been something they started while Sarah Jane was still pregnant (and rather sex crazed) with Valerie. It had become a tradition to play their private game of strip poker whenever James returned from an assignment.
“Yet you manage,” James responded, meeting and raising her bet. “I haven’t had any complaints, darling.”
Sarah snorted, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t! You never, ever have any complaints about sex, James Bond. Don’t even deny it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a chuckle. For a man who used to think that making love to only one woman for the rest of his life would become rather dull easily, he had grown rather used to it instead. Their marriage was going on four years now and so far he didn’t have a single regret.
“I could give you something else to dream about instead.” She smiled seductively as she stretched out a leg to tickle the sole of his foot. There was no way that she would win this game, meaning that there was nothing left to lose. “Something that would, I believe, satisfy your sexual fantasies for the year.”
His eyes were now trained on her body instead of her face, exactly where she wanted them to be. They had shaded a darker blue, a clear sign of his attraction and a perfectly good start to her distraction. Sarah Jane moved her toes up his leg, scattering cards and poker chips as she does. She giggles for a second before she moves her leg back underneath her to kneel. Sarah leaned forward, making sure that he got a good view of her breasts before crawling forward. There was another giggle – Sarah Jane always had trouble properly seducing him – before capturing his lips with hers.
Soon enough, James had pushed her back onto the carpet. The poker chips and cards pressed in to her back, but the way his body loomed over hers had set aside all any comfortless. Her heart pounded in her chest with anticipation as a heat radiated between them. James tilt his head down to kiss Sarah again. To kiss and kiss and kiss until:
“Daddy? What are you doing to mummy?”
As per usual, Sarah Jane and James had kept their bedroom door opened in case Valerie woke up in the night crying. She had been suffering from a string of nightmares lately, much to both parents’ dismay. The only thing they could do was pay attention to their daughter until they found out what it was exactly that was causing them. They hadn’t actually ever expected her to wander in to her room, especially after she had been sound asleep.
Nearly simultaneously, James sat up as Sarah pulled away, reaching for her blouse to cover herself as well as possible. Both wore identical expressions of guilt and amusement. Wincing for a moment, she pulled her shirt back on, very grateful that her bra or knickers hadn’t been removed as well. They already had enough explaining to do as it stood.
While Sarah reached for her skirt, James had already stood and walked towards Valerie. He smiled down at his daughter, ruffling her blonde hair before he hoisted the three year old upward and rested her on his hip. He kissed her forehead and she giggled.
“What have we said about knocking?”
“The door was open,” Valerie replied with a sleepy yawn, resting her head against her father’s shoulder. “An’ I heard noises. If you and Mummy are up, I wanna be too. Whatcha doing?”
“Oh, darling,” Sarah Jane murmured as she joined the rest of her family, now fully clothed. She stood next to her husband as she stroked the girl’s hair. “You’re still far too young for a proper answer of anything more than playing a game. A game for mummies and daddies, Valerie.”
“There is cards on the floor,” she said, glancing downward and pointing accusingly. “That’s a me game!”
James rolled his eyes when Valerie wasn’t looking, smiling awkwardly at Sarah. It was a look of ‘how do we explain this one?’ and a look both Bonds were used to sharing. When she only smiled back, he knew it was his turn to deal with it. Sarah Jane owed him and for more than her original idea of that ajar door.
“It’s, er. …it’s way past your bedtime, love. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
“You still awake! An’ I miss you,” Valerie answered brightly, giving her father a hug and a sloppy kiss on a cheek. “I want to know.”
“No.”
“Daaaaaddddddyyyyyyy.”
“Valerie,” he answered, staring at her warningly. “What have we said about whining?”
“That only silly people do that,” she responds with a giggle.
Behind her, Sarah Jane raised an eyebrow of doubt. She had missed this life lesson apparently. James shrugged, adjusting the girl in his arms. Perhaps it was time to let Sarah Jane do the rest of the explaining. He hoisted Valerie into his wife’s arms, flashing her a loving grin. Her turn.
“And if you promise never to say that again, no matter what Daddy says,” Sarah stated, still eying James when not smiling at her daughter, “we’ll let you spend the night in our room and play Go Fish in the morning.”
Valerie shifted in her arms to look at James with wide blue eyes. “Really?”
He sighed, nodding. It was clear from the look on Sarah’s face that this wasn’t exactly how she had planned to spend his first real night back home either. This was not the first time such homecoming plans had been cancelled; it had been like that ever since she was born. And, of course, both were sure that this was not the last.
“Really.”
Sarah smiled when it was her turn to receive the sloppy kiss. She kissed her forehead in return before placing Valerie on the bed. For a moment, Sarah Jane stood there and watched as Valerie crawled towards the middle, absolutely determined to be stuck between her parents. When an arm snaked across her back, she looked up and smiled. There was a quick peck between them before Sarah decided on resting her head on his shoulder.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered as Valerie began to fall asleep. “I promise. Your fantasy of the year.”
James shrugged, squeezing her hand. “I think I’ve already found it. Surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to involve sex or cards.” Beat. “Thank you, Sarah. It has been a wonderful, if not unconventional, homecoming.”
[ooc: based on role play in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
milliways_bar]
“Hah! Oh, I told you that I’d win at least one round, didn’t I?”
Sarah Jane giggled, tossing a handful of popcorn at her husband. Tonight was a night in. James had just gotten back from a mission in Belize two days ago. Between mild injuries, exhaustion, paperwork, and extensive time at the office, they hadn’t had a chance to catch up until now. Valerie had been put to bed only minutes before, far past her bedtime. She had been too excited to have Daddy home than to actually agree to sleep.
And now, it seemed, that the only thing left to do was to have share a bottle of cheap wine and popcorn (“See the sorts of things that happen when you go away, James?” Sarah had teased earlier) as they vainly attempted to take the mickey out of each other in a game of poker. Not for the first time, the bed was ignored for sake of the floor. Neither had any need to properly act their age; they were far too happy acting as randy and silly as a teenage couple in love.
“This means you have to remove an article of clothing now,” she continued, beaming. By now, she had already lost both socks, her blouse, and her skirt. If she hadn’t been so used to consistently winding up in this position when playing poker against her husband, Sarah would be rather embarrassed. “And it better be something significant, James. You’ve already seen far too much of me for the night.”
“I’d prefer to think that it isn’t enough,” James replied as he stood and tugged at the fly of his trousers. A second later and his pants were flung across the room, landing somewhere between the bed and a dresser. He smiled at her and Sarah Jane nodded her approval. While he still had his boxers on, it had been far too long since she had seen any bit of him unclothed. “In fact, I am rather ashamed to have lost that round.”
“Well, I’m not. It’s about time I beat you at this game. It’s only taken me…how many tries?”
“Too few, I’d say.” He sat back down across from her, leaning in for a quick kiss before shuffling and dealing the cards. “I had been hoping to…win a few more rounds before letting you have one.”
Sarah Jane laughed from behind her cards, organizing them carefully. “Perhaps I’ve gotten tired of having to strip you after the game. It’s rather difficult, you know. What with your hands roaming and all.”
She threw a couple of chips into the mound in the middle. The rules of this game were simple enough. Standard hold’em in which the loser of each round had to remove another layer of clothing while the winner of the pot decided just how they would be making love that night. Cheating was more than allowed. Usually, the game never lasted that long as one or both of them wound up losing control and their hand at the same time.
It had been something they started while Sarah Jane was still pregnant (and rather sex crazed) with Valerie. It had become a tradition to play their private game of strip poker whenever James returned from an assignment.
“Yet you manage,” James responded, meeting and raising her bet. “I haven’t had any complaints, darling.”
Sarah snorted, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t! You never, ever have any complaints about sex, James Bond. Don’t even deny it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a chuckle. For a man who used to think that making love to only one woman for the rest of his life would become rather dull easily, he had grown rather used to it instead. Their marriage was going on four years now and so far he didn’t have a single regret.
“I could give you something else to dream about instead.” She smiled seductively as she stretched out a leg to tickle the sole of his foot. There was no way that she would win this game, meaning that there was nothing left to lose. “Something that would, I believe, satisfy your sexual fantasies for the year.”
His eyes were now trained on her body instead of her face, exactly where she wanted them to be. They had shaded a darker blue, a clear sign of his attraction and a perfectly good start to her distraction. Sarah Jane moved her toes up his leg, scattering cards and poker chips as she does. She giggles for a second before she moves her leg back underneath her to kneel. Sarah leaned forward, making sure that he got a good view of her breasts before crawling forward. There was another giggle – Sarah Jane always had trouble properly seducing him – before capturing his lips with hers.
Soon enough, James had pushed her back onto the carpet. The poker chips and cards pressed in to her back, but the way his body loomed over hers had set aside all any comfortless. Her heart pounded in her chest with anticipation as a heat radiated between them. James tilt his head down to kiss Sarah again. To kiss and kiss and kiss until:
“Daddy? What are you doing to mummy?”
As per usual, Sarah Jane and James had kept their bedroom door opened in case Valerie woke up in the night crying. She had been suffering from a string of nightmares lately, much to both parents’ dismay. The only thing they could do was pay attention to their daughter until they found out what it was exactly that was causing them. They hadn’t actually ever expected her to wander in to her room, especially after she had been sound asleep.
Nearly simultaneously, James sat up as Sarah pulled away, reaching for her blouse to cover herself as well as possible. Both wore identical expressions of guilt and amusement. Wincing for a moment, she pulled her shirt back on, very grateful that her bra or knickers hadn’t been removed as well. They already had enough explaining to do as it stood.
While Sarah reached for her skirt, James had already stood and walked towards Valerie. He smiled down at his daughter, ruffling her blonde hair before he hoisted the three year old upward and rested her on his hip. He kissed her forehead and she giggled.
“What have we said about knocking?”
“The door was open,” Valerie replied with a sleepy yawn, resting her head against her father’s shoulder. “An’ I heard noises. If you and Mummy are up, I wanna be too. Whatcha doing?”
“Oh, darling,” Sarah Jane murmured as she joined the rest of her family, now fully clothed. She stood next to her husband as she stroked the girl’s hair. “You’re still far too young for a proper answer of anything more than playing a game. A game for mummies and daddies, Valerie.”
“There is cards on the floor,” she said, glancing downward and pointing accusingly. “That’s a me game!”
James rolled his eyes when Valerie wasn’t looking, smiling awkwardly at Sarah. It was a look of ‘how do we explain this one?’ and a look both Bonds were used to sharing. When she only smiled back, he knew it was his turn to deal with it. Sarah Jane owed him and for more than her original idea of that ajar door.
“It’s, er. …it’s way past your bedtime, love. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
“You still awake! An’ I miss you,” Valerie answered brightly, giving her father a hug and a sloppy kiss on a cheek. “I want to know.”
“No.”
“Daaaaaddddddyyyyyyy.”
“Valerie,” he answered, staring at her warningly. “What have we said about whining?”
“That only silly people do that,” she responds with a giggle.
Behind her, Sarah Jane raised an eyebrow of doubt. She had missed this life lesson apparently. James shrugged, adjusting the girl in his arms. Perhaps it was time to let Sarah Jane do the rest of the explaining. He hoisted Valerie into his wife’s arms, flashing her a loving grin. Her turn.
“And if you promise never to say that again, no matter what Daddy says,” Sarah stated, still eying James when not smiling at her daughter, “we’ll let you spend the night in our room and play Go Fish in the morning.”
Valerie shifted in her arms to look at James with wide blue eyes. “Really?”
He sighed, nodding. It was clear from the look on Sarah’s face that this wasn’t exactly how she had planned to spend his first real night back home either. This was not the first time such homecoming plans had been cancelled; it had been like that ever since she was born. And, of course, both were sure that this was not the last.
“Really.”
Sarah smiled when it was her turn to receive the sloppy kiss. She kissed her forehead in return before placing Valerie on the bed. For a moment, Sarah Jane stood there and watched as Valerie crawled towards the middle, absolutely determined to be stuck between her parents. When an arm snaked across her back, she looked up and smiled. There was a quick peck between them before Sarah decided on resting her head on his shoulder.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered as Valerie began to fall asleep. “I promise. Your fantasy of the year.”
James shrugged, squeezing her hand. “I think I’ve already found it. Surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to involve sex or cards.” Beat. “Thank you, Sarah. It has been a wonderful, if not unconventional, homecoming.”
[ooc: based on role play in
milliways_bar]
