mention of spies, weapons, and nudity.
main character: Darla
disclaimer: Darla is the creation of Joss Whedon of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, James Bond is... not mine, although I'm not quite certain who DOES own the legal rights to that character.
distribution: TNL, TWisting - anyone else ask.
note: written in response to Jinni's 'Wardrobe Malfunction' drabble challenge, although it grew a bit.
Darla meandered out of the bedroom, clad only in a thin silk robe. Dipping her toes in the indoor pool that had been placed under a skylight, she debated the effort of making this fabulous mansion vampire friendly, or just moving on. The previous owner had been fooled by her annoyingly modest outfit, believing her to be a shy and young woman that he could lure of and… enjoy. Naturally, she’d turned the tables on him. He’d been quite delicious.
There was a faint noise, like a helicopter overhead, and then a man crashed through the skylight, his arms flailing as he plummeted towards the pool. One flailing hand caught her sleeve, not only yanking the robe from her body, but pulling her into the pool as well.
Sputtering more from shock than anything else, Darla surfaced, raking her hair out of her face as she looked at the man in the pool. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, his eyes widening and an appreciative smile appearing as he realized that she was now naked and soaking. “Bond, James Bond.” Holding one hand towards her, he realized that there was fabric clutched in it. “I believe this is yours?”
End Bond Girl Darla.