Gaze (drabble) J/A one-shot
This fic is rated: J for Just Looking
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Summary: James is used to being looked at.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
Author's Note: Inspired by the discussion on gazes at http://alixtii.livejournal.com/155748.html
James Bond is used to being looked at.
Women have watched him, ever since he started to fill out, since he turned from a gangly adolescent to a man. Covertly, out of the corners of their eyes or through dark glasses, teasingly over the tops of those glasses, or openly, brazenly.
He's used to the hunger there. Used to being desired.
So how is this any different? What does it matter that the fierce green gaze turned his way isn't one of those anonymous women he's used to enjoying and discarding?
Why should it be any different, if it's Alec?
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan
Summary: James is used to being looked at.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
Author's Note: Inspired by the discussion on gazes at http://alixtii.livejournal.com/155748.html
James Bond is used to being looked at.
Women have watched him, ever since he started to fill out, since he turned from a gangly adolescent to a man. Covertly, out of the corners of their eyes or through dark glasses, teasingly over the tops of those glasses, or openly, brazenly.
He's used to the hunger there. Used to being desired.
So how is this any different? What does it matter that the fierce green gaze turned his way isn't one of those anonymous women he's used to enjoying and discarding?
Why should it be any different, if it's Alec?