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I could not believe he had that huge bowl hiding somewhere in our kitchen. Baba places the popcorn on the table, a bottle of moscato in the bucket of ice with two stemless glasses next to it, and he sits carefully on the couch next to me. I’ve already queued up the next movie in this marathon while he had been puttering in the kitchen, so I take the chance to snuggle right into his shoulder. The cotton of his pajamas is so smooth against my cheek; I breathe in the masculine scent that is all Baba, my eyes closed briefly in bliss.
“So, Princess, which one are we watching next?”
I can barely contain my excitement with some happy squirming. “Quantum of Solace. I am sooo far behind on the reboot and I want to see Skyfall and SPECTRE so badly. And it’s so different hearing it in English with subtitles instead of dubbing, it’s like I’m watching them for the first time again!” I feel his chest chuckling more than hear him. My face immediately turns red at my own gushing. “I-I’m sorry. Did you want to watch something else? I can go find something else…” I move to get up and find a different DVD when he grabs me a little tighter, pulling me closer to his chest.
“No, it’s fine. I just never would have pegged you for a James Bond fan, much less this… darker grittier version.” I look up at him and his mouth is in a wry sort of not quite frown and I’m a little startled. I can’t even begin to guess what that is about though and I need to defend my fandom.
“The action is just so fast paced though I can’t look away! And the romance between Vesper Lynd and Bond is so tragic and beautiful. You can tell he really loved her.” A concern occurs to me, “Is… are the stories too close to some of the work you end up having to do? We really can watch something else…”
“Noon, no that’s not it.” His lips finally curl in such a lush smile with a dreamy look in his eyes towards the ceiling. “I only am thinking in contrast to the original Bond. Sean Connery’s Bond had class in a way that they have never really been able to replicate; and the humor! The quips were far more entertaining then. This Bond…” I see a shadow sprint across his face for a split second before he smooths it over again. His hand is so sensuous petting my upper arm. “But this mini-vacation is all about you relaxing and healing before I have to return you to work.”
“Wait, you’re a Bond fan too?”
“Since I was about 12. I had to sneak watching them though between jobs. They were part of how I learned how to speak English though. I could probably recite all of Goldfinger to you even now.”
This man never fails to surprise me. And yet not. “You really have a thing for older styles, don’t you, Mitsu? Frank Sinatra, Connery’s Bond…”
“Havana prior to Castro, Fedoras… Yeah, there’s just a…” his hand waves a little to the side as he thinks. “Dignity. Grandeur. Honor. Something like that. We don’t see it much these days. But I figure, so long as I can hold on to it for myself, there’s a small part of the world that doesn’t lose its shine.” It’s a very self-deprecating smile he has on his face now.
I can’t help it, I snake my arms around him best I can and squeeze him like a stuffed animal. “It makes sense. Just like you’re an honorable thief. I love that you’re so much of a romantic.”
He blushes a little at that. He’s so adorable. I wonder if that’s what he likes so much about me blushing.
I’m bent over a little more than I had been though, and I just notice that his hand is snaking towards the curve of my backside underneath my shift, trailing along the edge of my panties. I tense in anticipation. His lips brush the edge of my shoulder as he’s bent over me slightly and I shudder.
“We could spend some time on the romance portion of vacation if you prefer…” His voice is huskier, caressing my heart like his gentle roaming hands stroke my hips.
A quiet moan escapes my lips before I can pull myself back a moment. I need to collect myself. “We already spent all of yesterday like that, Mitsu. I need some recovery time.”
“Are you sore? I could content myself with… kissing…” His breath is hot upon my ear, but I know I have to be firm on this no matter how nice it’s feeling.
“Two years with you… I’ve learned *gasp* it wouldn’t stop there… and you know it.”
“Guilty,” he chuckles. He places a very chaste kiss on my cheek. He moves me to snuggle back like we were five minutes ago, my shift smoothed back into place. I’m a little sad to be shuffled back, but from the look in his eye, he was winding me up just because he could. And damn did it work.
I lean forward to grab a handful of popcorn and the remote, tossing it back to him. “You know…” he whispers, “If you’re going to insist on being clothed all the time while home, wear that nightie more. When you’re bending over like…”
“Baba!” He hits play on the movie stifling his laughter again. Damn he loves riling me up. Mollified that it has started and settling down, we find ourselves in the opening chase quickly. “I’m glad you don’t use guns like that,” I whisper.
He squeezes me slightly. “Me too.”
We finally get to the song sequence, and it’s not one of my favorites. “I wonder why they never seem to explain the change in actors in the series. Maybe the name James Bond actually comes with the 007 assignment?” I wonder.
“You mean like Arsène Lupin?”
“Yeah, yeah I guess so.” I smile, and it’s really time to pay attention as I snuggle with my sweetie.