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“I’ll Tell You All My Secrets”

Chapter 9: Infinite

Summary:

Finally, this scene was definitely missing from the reunion in Norway.

Chapter Text

Chapter 9: POV James 

 

In the summer months in Norway, the sun did not set. With the light streaming in through the blinds, James was sure he would not sleep much, so he situated himself on the couch to stand guard. Even if they were in such a remote location, the 00’ felt there wasn’t much room for neglegence. 

 

After a moment or two, Madeleine emerged from the hallway with an extra blanket folded under her arm. She had pulled her hair out of the loose bun, and had removed her shoes. James watched her casual movements as she made her way to the sitting room. Without meeting his eyes, she dropped the blanket at his feet. 

 

Madeleine: “I’m sorry I do not have better sleeping arrangements for you. It’s a small house.”

 

James: “I hadn’t noticed.”


James hoped she would linger in the sitting room for a moment, but Madeleine made no moves to stay. She turned on her heel and padded down the hall without another word. 

 

In one swift motion, James sat up in his chair and followed after her. Madeleine must have heard  him coming. When James rounded the corner, he saw her waiting at her door with her back facing him. 

 

Madeleine: “What are you doing James?”

 

James: “You’ve got your armor back on, don’t you.” 

 

Madeleine said nothing.

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, James lost his patience. He took her by the shoulders, and turned her around to face him. 

 

James: “Madeleine, please look at me!”

 

Her eyes were shut, and her brow was furrowed, but James could see she was fighting back tears. When she opened her eyes, she shoved him away. 

 

Madeleine: “I’m sorry James, but that kiss was a mistake.”

 

James: “Is that what you’re calling it? A mistake?” he asked incredulously.

 

Madeleine: “James, you can call it whatever you want, but this… relationship ...will never work. The world has not changed. We have not changed.”

 

James could see that her eyes were becoming cold and clinical. He knew her tells better than anyone, this was a defense mechanism. 

 

James: “I don’t want to talk with Dr. Swann. Let me talk to Madeleine.”

 

Madeleine’s eyes bore a hole into his soul, but she said nothing.

 

James steadied himself with a deep breath and released his grip on her shoulders.

 

James: “There’s not much more I can say then, is there?” 

 

Madeleine: “No. Goodnight, James” 

 

Without another word, she pushed her way into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. 

 

James let out a defeated sigh, and rested his head against the white casing of the door frame. He could hear Madeleine’s muffled sobs on the other side of the door, but he made no move to enter. In his younger days, he might have insisted she let him in, but that unbridled bravado would make no appearance here tonight. 

 

He decided to leave her alone. She would not be forced. She would not be persuaded. Whatever her decision was concerning James Bond, she had to make it on her own terms and in her own time. 

 

James was about to stagger back to the sitting room, when he heard the door creek open. 

 

He did not look. 

 

He did not move. 

 

Finally, he felt her familiar touch reach beyond the door frame, and grasp the cuff of his shirt. Their fingers intertwined, and with impressive force Madeleine pulled James through the door and into the darkened bedroom. 

 

A wave of relief washed over him. 

 

Before his eyes could adjust to the dim lighting, James felt a pair of lips crash against his. With a muffled chuckle, he was reminded just how spirited Madeleine had been during their first few nights together, as young lovers. Not wishing to disappoint, James moved quickly to match her intensity, and pressed her back against the wall to return the passionate kiss.  

 

Madeleine: “I’m sorry, James. I was afraid,”  she said between kisses.

 

James: “Don’t be.”

 

He hushed her apologies with a hot, greedy kiss. Madeleine met his enthusiasm in kind, and after pausing for a breath, she tilted her head up and kissed the base of his neck. James closed his eyes to savour the moment. He could not sense where her body ended and where he began, but the neurons in his brain told him she was everywhere . 

 

James reveled in it. He felt her tongue inside his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair, and her arms spreading across his back and shoulders. In a moment of weakness, he felt his legs begin to quiver beneath him.

 

After all this time, how does she have such power over me? 

 

She took his face in both hands and trapped his lips in another desperate kiss. James responded immediately, opening his mouth so that she could slide her tongue against his. 

 

After a moment, Madeleine broke their kiss, and whispered in his ear. 

 

Madeleine: “I want to see you. Take your shirt off, James.” 

 

It was too dark to see the light in her eyes, but James remembered this side of her. Commanding. Confidant. This woman knew exactly what she wanted. 

 

With a chuckle. James promptly stripped off his shirt, and chucked it across the room. 

James: “Your turn now, darling.”

 

Bond heard Madeleine giggle in the shadows. Somehow, despite the depth of their love for each other, James sensed a hint of shyness from her. She turned around, inviting James to kiss her neck and shoulders while she peeled off her white tank top. In the dark, he let his lips linger over her porcelain skin, slowly trailing kisses down the curve of her spine. She was getting antsy. Hoping to test her patience,  James took his time, allowing his fingers a chance to explore. He touched her hair, licked the skin under her ear, and felt her body shiver under his hands as he carefully unfasten the clasp of her brasier. 

 

Madeleine: “Don’t play with me.”

 

Itching to have him closer, Madeleine turned around to face him, and James quickly lifted her off her feet.  Instinctively, she secured herself to his body by wrapping her legs around his waist. With one hand on her backside, and the other fidgeting with his belt buckle, James had waited long enough. 

 

Madeleine: “ Are you as scared as I am?” 

 

James : “No. Do you know why?”

Madeleine placed a hand on his cheek, shaking her head in reply. 

 

James: “Because this is it for me. This is forever.”

 

After a passionate kiss, his pants, along with his belt buckle, hit the floor with a dull thud. All at once, their hips collided, and Madeleine let out a slight gasp. 

 

Madeleine: “James!” 

James: “Have I hurt you?”

 

Breathing heavily, Madeleine couldn’t get a word out, so she placed a hand on his hip, to steady herself, and urged him onward. Understanding her meaning, James carried Madeleine to the bed. She was underneath him now. He kissed her tenderly, and gently guided her hips closer to his, positioning himself deeper inside her. Their movements were slow, comforting, and tender.  As he hovered over her, Madeleine kissed and caressed the skin on his shoulders and back. When the pleasure became intense, James felt her squeeze and scratch as well, which he was sure was a good sign. In Madeleine’s embrace, James felt no pain, only infinite tenderness. 

 

Just before she reached her peak, Madeleine craned her neck off the pillow to whisper in his ear, 

 

Madeleine: “Je t'aime" 

James:  “Je t'aime"