The Property of a Lady (007 thread, PM if interested)

[Demos Straxus]

OOC: This rpg is based loosly (IE uses the same characters, and setting of the novel but alters details) upon the Ian Fleming short story of the same name. I've been itching for some time to do a Bond rp, and Property seemed like oe of the few I could manage without treading on an allready existing novel. Because of my own preferences on the matter, I'll be taking the role of James Bond, as played by Daniel Craig. The girl of this particular adventure is names Maria Dalton(altered from her original name) I leave her specifics to the writer. The basic plot for this story is that Maria has been spying for a terrorist orginazation within MI-6, and that Bond has been assigned to seduce her, and then turn her against her employers. Feel free to develop any motivations for her that you would like. I'd also be happy to have any enemy agents to 'compete' for her attentions.


IC: James Bond of MI-6 and the much vaunted but secret 00 branch of that service stepped calmy from his car, a late model silver jaguar. Fine in line and style, the jag was polished to a fine gleam visable even in the murky dusk of the evening. James surveyed the place where he stood, lining it up against what he has suspected, and pleased at how well he had guessed. The neighborhood was old, somewhat rundown. His target, Maria Dalton lived in the area, in an old Brownstone. As he understood it. she lived simply, moving from work to here, and her only indulgence being an occaisional venture to one of the areas local restaurant, where she ate the occasional exorbitant meal, and whch probably cost her a months salary. That was where M had suggested he start. His mission was simple, turn her or kill her. Killing her was a soft option, and Bond didn't much like it. Lot more effective if they could use her to backtrack the terrorist group. After Vesper he was more than ready for some payback on that front.

Anything to settle old debts...

Tossing aside the anger he strode casualy across the street, and stepped into the restaurant, walking easily to the bar, and speaking to the waiter there.

"Vodka matrini. 3 measures of Gordon's gin, 1 measure of vodka, and half a measure of Kina Lillet. Twist of lime with it. Shaken, not stirred."

Waiting on his drink, Bond cast an eye back towards the entrance, and the woman just entering, a slight, and very cold smile gracing his features. Time for it to begin.

 

[emily123]

Maria Dalton

Maria has enrolled in MI-6 and soon was lured by money and desire to avenge her dead family killed at the hand of British agent 023 of MI-6.
To seek avenge she was helped by a Russian Terrorist Group and she had ben able to kill 023.
But during the course the top brass started to suspect if she is involved with the terrorist group.
Now she did not knew about the double 00's since they were the best and there files were not accesible.

Since the killing Maria has been lying low, but tonight she decided to go and have a dinner at her favourite restaurant.

Dressed in a neat top and skirt she was sitting on the dining table alone when she spotted an exceptionally smart man sitting on the bar stool.

(I hope you like it and would like me to join in, In case you din't like it i am ready to edit the post)

 

[Demos Straxus]

Sorry Em, I got that role filled. Thanks for the intrest though

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria critically examined herself in the mirror, straightening the skirt as she turned her head, checking whether the earrings would suffice for the day.

Working as an assistant to the Defence Secretary, she was required to look the part of the efficient government official, yet part of her wanted desperately to add at least a touch of personality to the otherwise non-descript attire she was required to wear. Opting for a brooch that had belonged to her grandmother, which gave a certain sheen to her otherwise professional attire. The Minister required that she'd always kept a strict code of dress as he had, at considerable length, pointed out that she was always to consider herself to be on duty.

"As you haven't made your mark already" she chided herself "traitor!" she shrugged thinking perhaps she was going insane. "Perhaps that's a mitigating circumstance". Yet Maria Dalton was informed enough to know that there was hardly such a thing as mitigating circumstances for Treason to the Crown.

Tears of shame burned in the corners of her eyes as she turned away from the mirror "It wasn't my choice" arguing for the umpteenth time the case with herself "If Father had not..." she know it was a waste of time. There was nothing she could do than to keep tapping the Ministry for information. Information that was relayed to a person she only knew as Mr Smith. The price she paid for safeguarding the lives of her remaining relatives.

Dabbing her eyes with a tissue she once again checked her apparence before stepping out of the door and briskly walking towards the restaurant. Smiling knowing it was the one place where she could momentarily forget what she was. Stealing a few hours pretending to be just another singleton killing time.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He watched her movements, supple and womanly. She carried her head tall, the chin thrust out slightly. A woman in command of herself. The clothing she wore was nondescript, the typical clothing of MI-6 staff. The suit and long skirt were plane, though he could see the hint of a ripe bosum, and knew from the way that she carried herself that the suit hid beauty. The sole affection that he could see was the brooch she wore around her neck. An interesting piece of work, that Her dossier had a full 12 pages devoted to the orante necklace, a work of Peter Fabergé aparently. That meant it was probably worth in excess of 200 thousand dollars. Inherited naturaly, she had no funds like that at her own disposal. That she hadn't sold it struck him as odd. Double agents were notoriously mercurial.

Maybe she's waiting until the markets right......or in case she need to run.

Putting aside concerns of jewelery and motivation, James glanced at the barman, and gestured to her.

"That woman, get her whatever she usualy drinks. Put it on my tab."

The barman smiled in a way that he and his international brethern did every night, at the little romances that passed them by, and then nodded, putting together the drink, and then sending it over to her as she was seated.

Bond for his part sipped his martini, directing his attentions to the television screen, and watching her out of the corner of his eye.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria was greeted by the ever-smiling Spanish maitre d'or as she entered the restaurant.

"Ah Senorita Maria how good to see you again" displaying a row of perfect white teeth he winked conspiratorically "I've reserved your usual table". With an elegant gesture he ushered her towards the table in the far corner.

Smiling yet not engaging in any deeper conversation Maria took her seat. Once again the feelings of guilt bubbling up inside her "if he only knew...". Leafing through the menu that Juan the maitre'd had handed her, she looked for the new courses. The chef insisted that at least a quarter of all dishes was to be replaced every month, giving her yet another excuse to visit. Yet her reasons had more to do with preserving some vestiges of normality, to disregard from the acts she had been coerced into carrying out. However, tonight the thoughts kept assauging her even here.

She was interrupted by one of the waitresses who placed a drink on the table.

"I'm sorry but I didn't order that..." sounding perhaps more confused than she intended, the dark thoughts still preying on her mind.

The waitress gave her a sparkling smile "No of course Miss, the gentleman over by the bar did"

Maria scanned the bar, and saw the man the waitress had indicated. Well dressed, early thirties, wearing what looked like a very expensive suit and a bored expression on his face. Not knowing how to react she tentatively lifted her glass, looking at him as she toasted him wordlessly...

 

[Demos Straxus]

Seated at the bar, James turned his gaze to her as she looked at him, flashing a friendly smile to her, as he raised his glass to return her salute. Beneath the cheerful demeanor his mind clicked and whirred, the calculting Double Oh on a job. He turned back to the barman, and slid a 10 pound note across the bar, paying his tab. Rising easily to his feet Bond straightened his jacket and moved lanquidly across the bar. He made an effort to seem relaxed, at peace.

As far as Marie need know, he was just a wealthy man out for a bit of fun for the evening. Steppind up to her table, he inclined his head to her, and then spoke, his voice crisp, but pleasing to the ear. The words of a man in complete control of himself.

"Good evening, my name is Hazard, Mark Hazard."

He held out his hand for her to take, his own warm, and calloused, the hands of a man that has great skill with his hands, and uses them frequently, but not for manual labor. They are the hands of the card player, the gunman, the lover. As he took her hand in his, he felt the softness of her skin, and spoke, continuing his introduction, and what he often refered to in his own mind (an nowhere else) as round one of negotiations.

The first step is always getting them to trust you.

"I couldn't help but notice that you are dining alone. As it happens so am I, would you mind terribly if I joined you? It can be so lonely in London sometimes.....I'll pay the cheque of course."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria found herself blushing as he made his introductions. Not that she wasn't used to the attention of men, yet there was something about Mr Hazard that made him stand out. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, with the self-assurance of a man who needn't prove himself. There was also the eyes, piercing and she imagined that he could see right through her.

Perhaps that was why she accepted, although she insisted they split the tab. Being far too independent to let a stranger pay for her, as well as the notion that letting him do so would put her at a disadvantage.

Mr Hazard accepted, on the condition that he would be allowed to make the selection of wines to accompany their meals. He was by no means showing off, his knowledge of the different vintages as well as how they would harmonise with the intended dishes came naturally. Neither did he make a show sampling the same.

"Public School boy, businessman, probably been married" she thought as she tried coming to grips with Mark, as he instisted she'd call him. Yet he proved quite elusive, steering the conversation into ordinary subjects to start with, then slowly and skillfully she'd admit as much, to her.

She found him being an attentive listener, asking for a clarification of a detail here or nodding in symphaty there as the conversation flowed, and as they had emptied their second bottle of wine she found herself increasingly attracted to him.

He paid the bills, doing so in the same subtle manner he'd applied during the evening and gentlemanly offered to escort her home. She agreed readily, too readily perhaps. Her house only a ten minute walk from the restaurant seemed all too short and as they closed in she gathered the courage, finding her voice to be less than steady

"Would you perhaps like to come in for coffee"

Feeling the blush burning her cheeks, the suggestion too eager. Turning she went towards the door mumbling an apology....

 

[Demos Straxus]

Bond smiled, outwardly at her embarrasement, but inwardly at how well matters were going. Dinner had been a breeze. Polite conversation was something he had skill at...and seduction was not exactly and alien art for him either. Probably one reason M had chosen him for the assignment.

Wonder if the old bat has on hand a listing of all my 'conquests.' Probably, what with security rankings and what not.

Time for stage 2 I suppose.

He didn't feel any particular emotion towards the woman. Not realy. A double oh learned how to distance onesself from someone..particularly someone you might have to kill. Nonetheless he could deny a certain attraction. She was beautiful, inteligent, and dangerous in a way she did not even know. He imagined to a certain degree it was the danger, that knife edge of forbidden desire that made him lust after her. Not that it would get in his way...no. A spy is a spy.

Double tap to the head if things go south...

All of these thoughts came and went in a moment, unseen beside the gentle facade of 'Mark Hazard, playboy extrodinaire.' As he heard her appologize, he reached out, gently turning her to face him, and moved closer, into the personel space that is so special to a woman. Tresspassing on it, and knowing how it would excite her. His touch on her arm was electric, his nose picking up the delicate scent of her perfume, a light, airy scent against the natural womanly odor he loved. When he spoke his voice was low, powerful. Assuming control, but only just. Leaving her hanging on his words. Letting her feel his breath so close to her, hot in the cold night air.

"I'd like that very much."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria shivered as Mark stepped closer, feeling throughly unsettled by his gesture. Yet there was nothing threatening about his appearence nor his softly spoken words. Maria had become adapt at reading people "you had to didn't you given what you are" shaking her head and then meeting his gaze, a tentative smile on her lips as she turned the key, opening the door.

She gestured for him to take a seat in the living-room, as she busied herself with the kettle. She felt her heart racing as she poured hot water into the cups and adding instant coffee. Chiding herself thinking Mark would have preferred freshly brewed. She still had problems understanding what he might see in her. She was ordinary, no special features that made her stand out...

Making her way into the adjoining room, carrying the offered drinks on a tray she found him examining her bookshelves. His stance was one of complete ease, as oppose to her own, She had not been this nervous for years, and she was sure that he noticed.

"I'm afraid I don't have any milk, I hope that's okey with you Mark" she willed herself to smile as she sat down and watched him move closer.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Mark turned from his perusal of her books, smiling gently at her question, and taking his cup from her hands, letting his own calloused fingers brush against hers as he took the cup. He saw her nervousness, and nodded inwardly to himself, knowing that he was succeeding in flustering her, and continuing the proccess.

Okay so far, time to push the envelope a little.

"Oh, I like it straight Maria. We should never be afraid to accept a little excitment into our lives..."

With a languid grace, his tall and muscular body moved past her to the coach, cup in hand, settling himself easily into the cushions like a panther. It seemed as if he fed upon her nervous energy, strengthening his own control, and self assurence. His eyes twinkled as he continued his earlier statement, going for a slightly more erotic tone.

"Don't you enjoy a little excitement Maria? A bit of heat here and there?"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria gave a short laugh at his question, trying to sound self-assured and failed miserably.

"I really couldn't say, Mark"

she could feel the warmth from his body as he was seated next to her, the fragrance of his eau-de-cologne as well as the lingering traces of tobacco. "I suppose life is complicated enough without adding more excitement"

She held the cup with both hands, her head turned slightly to the side as she sipped its contents. He was clearly coming on to her and part of her enjoyed the attention. Yet she felt ill at ease. His question had struck a chord. Knowing that her life was indeed so filled with excitement already. Stress, panic, crying. No she had enough of that. Deciding that charming though he was, Mark Hazard would have to leave. Now. And yet there was the other need, wanting closeness, affirmation. Willing herself to be strong she put the cup down. Trying to sound confident as she turned to him

"I think I had enough excitement for tonight Mark" the look he was giving her made it all the harder to continue "and I got to make an early start tomorrow..."

She winced at her own attempts, hearing how feeble they sounded and fearing that she could not hide her true emotions...

 

[Demos Straxus]

"I think I had enough excitement for tonight Mark......and I got to make an early start tomorrow..."

James smiled slightly at the comment, expecting as much. Spies, by and large are a very unassuming lot, and it was only natural that she would have the same drive to protect herself that they did. More to the point she was also a woman, with a man in her apartment that she had met just this night. It was natural for her to want to hold off on intimacy, as much as she might desire it. Bond though, was skilled at bipassing these particular gates, having crossed them many times. He was a handsome man, and quite charming to boot. He knew what it took.

Slowly he rose from the couch,setting his coffee cup on the table, as he moved to his feet, letting his natural grace assert itself. He reached across to where her hands held the cup, and gently took it from her slightly trembling hands, maintaining eye contact as he did so. Setting it aside o the table, he leaned forward capturing her mouth in his own for a fiery and passionette kiss, pouring into it every ounce of desire she had generated within him.

When at last they parted, he reached up, running a finger softly over her lip, an intimate touch, gentle in contrast to the hardness of his earlier passion. He spoke then, quietly, gently, his voice showing a kindness that was nearly always kept hidden.

"You don't want me to leave."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Her first impulse was to push him away as his lips touched hers, yet as the kiss grew more intense she felt her resolve melt away. His arms gently wrapping themselves around her slender waist pulling her to him

"You don't want me to leave."

She didn't reply in words but leaned her head on his shoulder, her petite form pressed tightly to his, feeling for the first time in months secure if only for a few moments.

Inhaling his eau-de-cologne as she tentatively put her arms around him, sighing deeply as he kissed her cheek. It was too long since she'd experienced physical intimacy and her body yearned for it.

"No" she whispered "I don't want you to leave Mark"

Turning her head to face him, eyes locking into his

 

[Demos Straxus]

He smiled at her again, his blue eyes almost glacier like as he took in her beauty, his hands feeling the gentle warmth of her body close to his. He spoke again, making an attempt at being casual, but speaking with an intensity that belied the flippant nature of his remark. Since Vesper Bond had done without sex for the most part. Just one or two romps with women allready attached. They were nice, but he had craved more. More intamcy than the simple craving they desired.....she felt different than them, and he admitted to himself that perhaps he was letting his sentimentality overtake him. Something to deal with later.

"I thought I might be able to change your mind."

He held her close as he kissed her once more, leaning more into her, and letting her feel his arrousal. When they parted again he moved back, touching the front of her dress shirt, and beginning to let the buttons free slowly, enticingly.

"Perhaps you should slip out of something more comfortable."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria was at loss for words, simply going with the flow. She moaned as he disentangled himself from her, missing the warmth of his body. Watching intently as he started unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed him again, as her hands was placed over his, pulling at his shirt.

She couldn't explain her behaviour other than the obvious remedy to the loneliness she had experienced ever since she had been forced to become a spy and a traitor.

Kissing his lips, his neck, pulling the shirt from his body as she trailed kisses down his chest. Hands moving down to his trousers, starting to unbuckle the belt and saying in a silent whisper

"I will need some assistance Mark..."

 

[Demos Straxus]

"I think i can help that."

James smiled then, bringing her lips to his own as his hands moved over her body, carressing her neck before his hand moved behind her head, searching gently for the closure to her dress. When he found it, his hand gripped it delicatly, and began to draw it softly down her back even as he moved closer, kissing her hard on the lips. Passion and lust warring within him against his control, and the latter losing by degrees. As her dress loosened, he moved his hands to her shoulders, stroking gently the bare flesh of her arms before he found the straps to her dress, pushing them aside, and letting the fabric flow down her arms like water, exposing the bounty it had hidden before.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

She stood before him, wearing only the black French-style panties and the bra to match them. The silk contrasting her milky-white skin as he let his eyes roam across her body.

Leaning forward she pulled him to her, hands on his chest, pulling at his shirt trying to shed it. His tongue finding hers as she marvelled at the way he had managed to get her in such a state. Maria did not engage in casual affairs, she was far too much of a romantic do to so.

His hands now on her back, unclasping her bra as she unbuckled his belt. Trying to maintain at least some posture she whispered

"The bedroom Mark..."

 

[Demos Straxus]

He smiled down at her, his arms moving softly from behind her back, discarding the bra, and exposing her full womanly flesh to his astute eye.

"Mmmm........yes."

He kissed her again then, his lips powerful upon hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth in a simulation of what was to come. Dominent and controlling, yet strangely loving in its carress.

As they parted he reached down, picking her gently into his strong arms, and holding her there for a moment, her warm flesh against his, his eyes taking in the beauty before him. Admiring the pale color of her skin.

"To the bedroom then," he stated in a faux dramatic manner, carrying her gently down the hall, and to her minimalist bedroom. Laying her softly upon the covers, neatly arranged in the small room. The exacting order of a lonely woman.

He moved back, discarding the previous thought, and then discarded the shirt she had worked so hard at, revealing the strong expanse of his muscular torso, well defined by a life in conflict. He settled it neatly on a chair, and then let his hands travel to his pants, unbuckling and unzipping them with praticed ease. He discarded this garmet as well, revealing a pair of plain white boxers, prominently tented at the front, and a lower body as well built as the upper. He moved closer, kissing her again, and then smiled down at her as he spoke.

"I trust everythign is to your liking?"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria could but nod. She felt her sex moistening as he discarded his clothes , giving her a look of utter self-assurance yet tingled with lust and want

"He could have anyone why does he want me"

It was not that she wasn't pretty, but the events of the past months had slowly but surely hollowed out what little self-esteem she had left. The constant worries, worries of getting caught and the threats to her mother all had served to reduce her to a state of near break-down.

But now it seemed some of those feelings had been put on hold, she felt herself lusting for his touch, to have him enter her, to make her a woman again.

Keeping her eyes on him as she put his knee on the bed, a smile playing on his face, as he slowly made his way to her.

She inhaled deeply as she slid her hand down to her lace-covered crotch, tracing the sensitive folds through the sheer black silk.

Her lips parted, her tounge tracing the curve of the lower as she put her hand inside the knickers, touching herself for the first time in months. Wanting Mark to find her desireable, sexy, in need....

 

[Demos Straxus]

He reached down, his oan hand gently covering her own, stroking her hand through the soft fabric. Saying in actions louder than a thousand words his intent. His hand moved from this precious place, both of them settling on her her hips. Carressing the panties softly beneath his touch. He moved slowly into a kneeling position as he enticingly dragged the fabric down her legs. Leaving her exposed save for the unexpected modesty of her hand. Releasing the panties to fall to the floor, he reached up, tenderly carressing her hand as he softly moved it away from his goal. The glorious stretch of female flesh below.

He considered it before him. Considered the moisture dripping slowly down her thighs, and then smiled up at her, a look of passion on his features.

"Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed Maria, and I'll tend to this for you. She looks like she needs some attention."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Maria couldn't help but smile at his affectionate euphemism for her sex, silently moving to the directed position. Sitting back spreading her legs for him, arms behind her balancing her.

Her eyes was firmly locked with his as he moved over, preparing for his next move. She wanted him to touch her again, his touch had been so soft and quite contrary to the image that he conveyed. His fingers calloused yet so very gently as he had touched her.

The way he looked at her...Maria gasped at the thought and the continued stimulation that his icy blue eyes gave her.

Spreading her legs further revealing her sex to his touch like an offering. Offering herself in the most intimate way.

"I'm yours Mark. All yours"

 

[Demos Straxus]

James gazed upon her for a long moment, admiring the delightful view she had given him. He heard her comment, and his smiled widened, as he rested his hands softly on her thighs, softly stroking the sensitive flesh as he leaned in, inhaling her deeply womanly scent. He spoke, muttering to himself as he admired her.

"Delightful..."

With that he moved in, placing a gently kiss upon her moistening lips, and tasting her arrousal as he nuzzled her there.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Not able to surpress the moan of delight as his lips brushed against her tender folds. She could feel herself moisten in anticipation as he placed his hands on her thighs and moved his mouth closer to her most intimate spot.

Running her fingers through his hair as he gently pushed her back and spreading her legs. Then the electrifing sensation as his tounge touched her petal. Sending shivers through her body.

Unable to restrain herself from uttering small delighted moans as his ministrations became more intense, skillfully manipulating her sex, heightening her arousal.