Bond survived a tolerable day at work, a day focused more on training than facts. He felt an energy that could only be satisfied by a night outside the home—or a night in the flat doing more than just talking and cooking. Most nights found him brain-dead and bored, which he rectified by more nights out (suffice it to say, Bond’s flat was frequently unoccupied before Sarah Jane moved in); very few found him too tired to do more than sleep. He looks eagerly for Sarah as he walks through the door, smiling slyly to himself when he hears water running in another room. Bond being Bond, the temptation to sneak up on the bathing beauty, just because he can, is too high to resist.
Sliding his feet out of his shoes, James makes his quiet advance towards the bathroom.
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Date: 2007-05-09 05:31 pm (UTC)Sliding his feet out of his shoes, James makes his quiet advance towards the bathroom.