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Intrigue at Warfield	By : oldwolf Category: +G through L > James Bond Jr. Views: 3138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond Jr., nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Don’t own them; wish I did. Don’t bother suing, I’m broke.
James wakes up in the morning, refreshed, rejuvenated, and praying to any deity that happens to be listening in that he can get out of bed, and out of the room without waking Tracy up. James, it seems, is suffering from a condition quite common to males, especially teenaged males, morning wood.
James manages to get out of the bed and into a pair of pants before Tracy starts to stir.
Trying to look nonchalant while also trying to cover-up a raging hard-on is no simple task, but somehow James manages to pull it off as he says, “Good morning Tracy. Sleep well?”
In a cheerful voice she says, “Better then I care to admit James, and you?”
“Pretty well. I suppose we should get dressed and go see the others.”
“I guess you’re right. James, last night, did anything happen?”
When he shakes his head he can’t tell if Tracy’s relieved or disappointed. “I think that both of us were just too tired to do much of anything except sleep.”
Despite the fact that the excuse sounds weak in his own ears, Tracy seems to accept it.
The scrumptious brunette asks, “Are you heading to the shower?”
James nods his head and says, “Yes, but there’s another full bathroom downstairs.”
James can’t tell if it’s relief or frustration on Tracy’s face after he tells her that.
Tracy’s response is just as helpful when she says, “Ok.”
James is still trying to figure out how his uncle manages to figure out all those women of his as he hits the showers.
When James gets out of the shower he knows that Gordo’s up and around. He can smell sausage and bacon all the way upstairs. If anyone else was cooking, the fire department would already be on route.
When James gets to the kitchen, he finds that he must be the late riser of the group as everyone else is already there and eating without him.
With the customary morning salutations all around, James fills his plate and enjoys his friends’ food and company. Through out the how meal James can easily read the effort on Phoebe’s face as she resists the temptation to tease Tracy about waking up in their room alone this morning, something for which James is eminently grateful.
When breakfast is finished, James briefs the others on 007’s visit. He easily reads the surprise on their faces during the whole thing and even more so when he showem tem the weapons permits. He ends with, “My uncle wants me to pass on a message. If anyone wants out, no questions asked, this is the time. He’ll cover the official bullshit. Once we start to go after S.C.U.M., there’s no way out except victory. Do I need to call my uncle?”
Each of the teens gives a negative in their own way.
James adds one little thing; “I’m allowed to withhold these permits until such time as I’m sure you know how to properly use the weapons.”
Nobody even thinks to question James’ lie.
Included in the packet the envelope that the permits came in is the address and membership to a ‘country club’ and a note from 007 that the club is a field-training base that the intelligence services, including MI6 and the CIA, maintain and use. It includes several useful, and somewhat unique, recreation areas, such as an indoor shooting range and a target range for thrown weapons, in addition to the normal weight room and workout mats that are great for calisthenics, gymnastics, unarmed combat practice, or any other indoor sport that needs padding (guess which one is the most common).
Since the incident with Tracy, the guns have become a permanent part of James and Gordo, so they simply get in the van and head to the club. They show them the membership papers that 007 provided and they’re pretty much given free reign of the club.
James leads the mini-parade to the shooting gallery. The guy running the gallery willingly accepts that James and Gordo know what they’re doing with the weapons, the pistols they’re carrying help out a lot, but is unwilling to admit the others without giving them basic firearm instruction.
The guy takes a Glock 17 over to one of the alleys and visually takes in the trio. “I don’t expect any of you to know dick about guns so I think I’ll have to start with the most basics.” Tracy and Iq nod. He holds up the gun and says, “This is the trigger…”
That’s as far as he gets before Phoebe, red in the face with anger, marches over to him and says, “Give me that sidearm.”
With a smug grin on his face he gives the young woman the pistol, a pair of earmuffs, and indicates that she should take the lane.
Phoebe takes the pistol and, with the ease of an expert, slips the clip out to make sure it’s full, pulls the slide partially back to see if there’s a round in the chamber, finding none, she brings the slide all the way back. She then assumes a perfect one-handed shooting pose and quickly pops off a pair of rounds. They look down at the silhouette and see there’s a pair of hole in the targets head, right were a person’s eyes would be. Phoebe then proceeds to empty the clip, except for the last round, creating a smiley face. The last round she gives the smiley a nose with.
Except for Phoebe, everyone’s jaw is slack with surprise; the ‘instructor’ is also white as a ghost.
James is the first to recover, “Phoebe, where the Hell did you learn to shoot like that?”
Phoebe beams one of her bright, ditzy smiles and says, “My grandfather was a professional marksman, and I was his favorite grandchild. I have more gold metals from amateur shooting tournaments then I can count.”
The instructor finally gathers his scattered wits and clears his throat. His voice is still half an octave above normal when he says, “I guess you don’t need instruction after all.”
With that he continues to teach Iq and Tracy about the intricacies of firearms, with a lot more respect.
Meanwhile the boys take Phoebe aside and discuss what kind of gun she wants.
Tracy already knows the basics but uses the opportunity to refresh her memory. Iq, however, is a total loss. He lacks the proper hand-eye coordination needed to master the art of shooting. However, Iq’s native intelligence shines through and he eventually is able to hit the target, even if he can barely wing it.
It’s evening by the time that the shooting lessons and practice are done. The teens head back to the apartment, Iq’s hand is still numb from so much shooting.
When they walk into the house Iq says, “My but that was unpleasant.”
Phoebe says, “I don’t know, I rather enjoyed it.”
Iq snorts and says, “You would.”
The pure chagrin in Iq’s voice causes everyone to breakup laughing.
The team takes turns showering, with Gordo going first, James and Tracy having second shot, and the blondes get the dregs.
While the others are occupied with either their shower or making supper Tracy corners James.
Tracy’s face shows embarrassment and her voice is shaking as she says, “James, can I sleep with you tonight?”
The confusion James feels is evident on his face, “Would you mind explaining that Tracy?”
Tracy’s breath catches in hhroahroat and she says, “James, the only time I can close my eyes without reliving the attack is when I’m in the same room as you are. I can’t seem to sleep without some form of physical contact with you.”
The look of anguish in Tracy’s eyes is the deciding factor, “Of course Tracy.”
She gives him a shy smile of thanks.
Shortly thereafter Iq and Phoebe finish their showers and Gordo announces supper.
At dinner, Tracy announces that she’s moving into James’ room. Gordo and Phoebe give the pair smug, knowing grins, while Iq appears clueless.
After dinner is finished there’s a knock on the door. James and Gordo have their guns out in less then the blink of an eye.
Without saying a word the two go to the front door. James looks out the peephole. Standing on the front stoop is a most welcome, and for James quite expected, guest. James holsters his weapon and tells Gordo to do the same.
After the pistols are out of sight, James opens the door and admits his favorite, and only living, relative. “Good evening uncle, would you like something to eat?”
“No thank you nephew, but I appreciate the offer.”
“Who’s here James,” Tracy asks as she walks into the room without hearing gunshots. Her face lights up when she sees the new arrival. “It’s a pleasure to see you Mr. Bond.”
The faces of both Bonds are glowing as 007 greets the young woman. “Hello Tracy. How are you feeling?”
She gives a deep sigh and says, “Getting better.”
Realizing he’s just stepped into a minefield 007 quickly changes the subject. “So nephew how was your day?”
James can’t help but laugh both at his uncles’ obvious attempt to extract his foot from his mouth; and from thinking about the day. “It was a very enlightening day uncle, as I’m sure you are well aware of.”
Laughing 007 says, “I did here about Phoebe’s shooting skills. I’d have paid good money to see that.”
“Maybe you can later. For now however, I’m sure you stopped by for a reason.”
“Just checking up on you honestly. I expected a call today and when I didn’t get it, I thought I’d stop in. I also thought this would be a good time to give the rest of the team a full rundown of last night.”
“I told then everything uncle, including your offer to get them out.”
“I’m not doubting that for a second James, but I do need to see and hear it for myself, if only for my own peace of mind.”
James nods and says, “I understand cotelytely uncle. It might also be wise for you to lay out the situation for them. I’m not sure I was clear enough or completely believed.”
Leading the small troupe to the dining room, they find Iq and Phoebe exchanging very heated looks. James clears his throat to get their attention. The two look at the others and blush.
Chuckling everyone takes a seat around the table.
As soon as everyone has taken their seat, 007 begins, “James has asked me to quickly revisit a point and to be honest, I feel the need to hear this from each of you individually. If anyone wants out, I can arrange it, no questions asked. If you wish it, you will simply vanish from the face of the earth until such time as the threat S.C.U.M. poses is dealt with. Now this is the only chance you’re going to get. After you start initiating operations against S.C.U.M., I won’t be able to protect you. Now, does anyone want out?”
Tracy is the first to answer, her voice starts out weak but steadily gains strength as she says, “You couldn’t drag me away from this fight. S.C.U.M. assaulted me in the worst way possible and I want blood for that.” She looks 007 right straight in the eye and the spy sees the fire and determination in the young woman and he knows in his heart that she’s in this fight till the end.
Bond Jr. is the next to respond, “I’m already on S.C.U.M.’s hit list. Even if you did arrange for me to disappear they’d find me eventually. For me especially, this fight is victory or death.”
Gordo speaks up next, “Count me in. Those bastards hurt one of my friends and I don’t forgive or forget that. They started this war when they took Tracy and I mean to help make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.” The double-o agent meets the eyes of the young American and for the briefest of seconds, feels fear in his guts. He sees hatred, anger, and rage in the mans eyes, but he also sees the will of tempered steel that has kept Gordo by his friends through it all.
The next person to have their say is Iq, “I doubt I have the training, instinct or I dare say the stomach to be a field operative. However, I can help behind the scenes. I inherited my grandfathers’ parchment for creating new things that can be very helpful. I’m not a to to leave miendiends in the lurch, where they could easily be killed, while I can do a single thing to help them.”
Phoebe’s voice is surprisingly strong as she says, “I doubt I can be much help, but so long as I’m wanted here, here I stay.”
Bond Sr. looks at the whole team and thinks to himself, “There are veteran operations teams that lack the cohesiveness of this team of amateurs.”
The teens wait expectantly for the spy’s next wor“I b“I believe you when you say you’re in this fight until the end. I also believe you when you say that you’ll invite yourselves to this war if I don’t invite you now. Having said that however, I must admit, I’m not sure you know what you’re getting yourselves into. However, I’ll give you all the help I can. Now, I can provide very little in the way of direct assistance, M would have my head if she knew I was using a group of teenagers. I can provide you with names, contacts, locations, and slimilimited resources. Horace,” that’s as far as he gets before he notices Iq’s grimace, “is there something you’d rather I called you?”
“My friends call me Iq, and Mr. Bond, I’d like to think of you as one of my friends.”
James smiles and says, “Iq it is. Iq, I can provide you with the most help. You’re grandfather sent a book containing the names, addresses, and other relevant infoion ion of parts suppliers.”
Iq’s grin could almost light up the room by itself.
“Now as for the rest of you, I can help provide such things as cash and names of people who you can count on to be discreet when they provide services.”
Gordo poises the question, “What kind of ‘services’?”
“Reasonable question. Things you might find useful, such as a computer network, untraceable weapons, medical services, and almost anything else you can conceive. Now, does anyone have any other questions?” When he receives no answer he says, “Very well then, I shall take my leave of you.”
Just before he opens the door to leave, 007 turns to his nephew and says, “One last question James. When you came to answer the door, did you have your weapons ready?”
“Of course uncle, we just had them put away before I opened the door. It wouldn’t do to have one of the neighbors see us brandishing weapons about now would it?”
Chucking his agreement, James says, “Of course not nephew. Sleep well.” With that the spy is gone into the night.
James locks the door and says, “That’s my uncle, he definitely knows how to make an exit.”
The comment seems to break the spell 007 had woven over the team; they all break up laughing. After the laughter subsides, the team begins to discuss everything the 007 told them.
Tracy excuses herself to move her things into James’ room; James and Gordo head to the television room discuss possible tactics they can employ against S.C.U.M.; while Iq and Phoebe take of of the dinner dishes and exchange a little saliva along the way.
When James heads up to his room, he finds it empty, something for which he is quite grateful; his instincts are telling him Tracy’s up to something, just what however, is still a mystery, but won’t be for long.
He hears the shower running in the private bas has he changes. For sleep attire James is wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants.
James is almost asleep when he feels Tracy climb onto the bed beside him. Once more he can feel how tense she is, even without any physical contact. He turns towards her; she has her back towards him. Tracy visibly relaxes as James places a protective arm around her waist.
James is once more almost asleep when Tracy speaks up in a very soft voice, “James I have a request.”
His tone is soothing assayssays, “What can I do for you?”
Tracy’s voice is barely audible when she says, “Will you make lov me? me?”
To say James is surprised would be a world-class understatement.
“Are you sure Tracy?”
With her back still towards the young spy Tracy says, “James, I’ve been used in the worst possible way a woman can be. I’ve been violated and abused. When Scum Lord attacked me, he turned what should have been a pleasant and joyful experience into Hell on earth. Won’t help me to feel the intimacy that intercourse is supposed to bring?”
James’ heart is beating a thousand miles an hour as he says, “I’d be happy to Tracy.”
The hand that’s around Tracy’s waist slides up her body to gently cup her breast through the fabric of her nightshirt. A small moan escapes Tracy’s lips at his actions.
When James begins to nuzzle her neck, Tracy can’t contain her moan of pleasure.
James reaches his other arm over Tracy’s shoulder to massage her other breast as the hand that was on her breast slowly slides down her body.
Tracy gasps as James’ hand comes to rest at the entrance to her core. James then starts to run a single finger along Tracy’s slit.
James continues his ministrations for a few minutes before he removes his hands and whispers in Tracy’s ear, “Lay on your back.”
As she shifts, James, with a little help from Tracy, slips off her nightshirt. As he gets a good look at Tracy’s front, it’s James’ turn to gasp when he sees Tracy’s naked crotch. Tracy’s pussy is completely bald.
James looks up at Tracy’s face and chuckles at the blush there.
Tracy’s slightly annoyed at the chuckle, but she doesn’t stay angry long as she feels James’ tongue slid along her outer lips. The woman can’t contain a loud moan when her lover’s tongue delves into her depths. James’ hands aren’t idle however. He reaches up and plays with her nipples he eats the woman out.
Without warning, Tracy’s legs contract around James’ head and he feels a hot liquid hit his tongue. James eagerly laps up Tracy’s juices as she screams out in orgasm.
When he can move again, James crawls up Tracy’s body and poises himself at her entrance. He looks her in the eye, silently asking permission, giving her one last chance to back out. Tracy gives a very clear respo she she reaches down, grab James’ rock hard shaft, and guilds it as far into her as she can from her angle.
James starts to slowly push into the moaning woman beneath him. When his pelvis finally comes to rest against hers, James can’t even begin to think of words to describe how warm and tight Tracy is.
James begins to slowly stroke in and out of Tracy. After only a few minutes James is fighting for control as his pace quickens.
Tracy whispers into James’ ear, “I’m about to cum, cum with me.”
That destroys what little control James had left. Both young people scream out the bliss they feel.
Althoit oit only lasted a second, to James it feels like an hour before he finally comes down and collapses. James can barely find the energy to shift his weight off Tracy.
The woman whispers into her lovers ear, “Thank you James.” With that she falls asleep.
Just before the sandman whisks him off to the land of dreams, James would swear he hears suspicious sounds coming from Phoebe’s room, but he falls asleep before he can summon the energy to investigate.
A/N: This is my first real attempt at a detailed sex scene and my first ever attempt at writing about foreplay, so please nicenice. Until next time.
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