I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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Natasha stands reluctantly, coming to lounge in the doorway of the room. After checking into the hotel without a second word to each other, she’d made her way to the bathroom to prepare while Bond lounged around in the room - or at least, she assumed that’s what he’d done. 

She was, however, ready for the mission, decked to the nines in a backless, floor length dress. “Ready to go?” she asks curtly, fixing one of her earrings in the mirror. That’s where her transmitter is, and with Bond by her side, she’d rather rely on technology.

There’s nothing in particular she has against 007 - but his reputation precedes him, and she has a mission to focus on. It’s simply far easier to treat him with her natural disdain and progress far more quickly with the mission.

James had showered once she was done in the bathroom before exiting so that he could change into his tux. Currently, he was seated on the arm of the sofa, his eyes trained out of the window as he waited for her to get ready. He let his eyes flicker over the buildings outside for a moment before glancing over at her when she entered.

Standing up, he let his eyes flicker over her, but didn’t answer her. Instead, he walked passed her and headed for the door, holding it open to her silently as he picked up the room key. 

Once they were fully on the mission, he’d be more professional and convincing of their cover, of course, but when alone he found himself deciding against talking to her and giving her more ammunition to insult him. It would be easier to get it done quickly. 

Natasha passes through the doorway, heading down the hallway for the elevator. For tonight, she is Natalie once more - although this time it is Natalie Taylor, wife of the British Ambassador. At least she won’t have to draw too much on her acting skills to play bored and disaffected. 

She contemplates running over their cover once more as the elevator descends, but decides against it once more. The doors open, and they’re off.

Natasha spots the target within moments, and she nudges Bond lightly to ensure that he has too. Grabbing two flutes of champagne, she hands one to him, looking up at him with what could be mistaken by the rest of the room for adoring eyes. 

(Source: inheritorofmemories)