2 oz. champagne
1 oz. blended lightly aged (white) rum
1 oz. dry gin
1 oz. rye
1 1/2 oz. pineapple juice
1/2 oz. lime juice
1/2 oz. passion fruit syrup
1/2 oz. apricot liqueur
mint sprig
Combine all ingredients except champagne and mint sprig in a blender with crushed ice. Flash blend and open pour into a large snifter or wine glass with the two ounces of champagne already in it. Garnish with mint.
The Mr. Hinx Fizzy is a massive drink for a mountain of a man! The titular Mr. Hinx is an intelligent and sophisticated assassin who enjoys the finer things in life—like this take on the popular Hinky Dinks Fizzy. The delightful citrus-and-sweet-fruit bubbly concoction tickles his (admittedly subtle) funny bone, but it needs a little extra oomph to impress a man of refined taste. Choosing champagne over a generic sparkling wine gives this drink an optional clout, but it’s the extra ounce of rye that provides depth of flavor while toning down the sweetness of the passion fruit syrup.
Note: Don’t be fooled by the sound of this fruity champagne cocktail. This isn’t your average brunch drink; this is a drink designed to take you out! To avoid getting severely fucked up by this deceptively boozy cocktail, I suggest sharing this drink with a friend…or cutting the recipe in half for a serving size suitable for a regular-sized human.
Muse Barbara Bonetta (ofc), 38, Assistant and Accountant, British-Italy, Bookworm, Operetta and Rock, less make-up, bright lips stick, freckles, Cats, Sun, Snow, ski-crossing, Martini, Coffee, Meat, too high heels, too colorful outfits, kinky, weakness for well dressed men, no matter how bad they are.
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I don't strive for power - I just want to do my job
Muse Tatjana Evans - R - (ofc), 27, master in mathematical linguistic, works in the language statistics for MI6, British, no make-up, workaholic, shy, adores Q as her supervisor, plain dressed, can't see blood, Jazz and blues, darjeeling first flush.
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Ofc role player, who wants to interact with SPECTRE or/and MI6 members.
Nearly 12 year rp experience, but not (yet) in the Bond Fandom. Want to try it out, after writing JB Fanfiction. Read only Casino Royal and Live and let die (thus far), know all the movies. English is not the writer's first language!
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, Camille ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, Mr. Hinx, Frau Dr. Vogel, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, M, Nomi, Mr. Moreau
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, Ernst Stavro Blofeld /OFC Character
Warning : Lemon, Hostage, dub-con, non-con, blood, gruel dead scene
Rating : MA
Gene: Crime / Drama /Romance
Summary : SPECTRE is back, but was that really what Safin wanted? Bond gives no shit at first...
Note : The rights for the Bond Books and the movies lays by Eon production!
This fanfic is for entertaining purpose only and to read for free.
English is not the writer's first language!
Still thirsty for some Safin content, so I have to write it myself. :-D
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26. Together again (smut!)
Tatjana felt better already on the HAYTNMYC II. The submarine was stuffed as never before, with all of the men, Marie, Camille and the twins. But, it was a warm and familiar environment for Tatjana.
They had to add a fourth shift to get everyone time to use the galley and have a relaxed meal, otherwise there would not be enough space.
On the night shift, Safin finally joined Tatjana in the living area. Marie had, as always, found a place with Luc. Camille and the boys were in Safin's bigger cabin.
Tatjana had made a bed out of both sofas, and watched, covered by a layer of old russian military blankets, the monitor with the outer view of the submarine.
She looked up, as her husband entered, and smiled softly. His face looked grey in the dim blue light.
"You look tired, my love." she hummed and reached out for him. She saw his sad smile.
"The time without you was most exhausting. And to get you back was energy-sucking to say the least ... and very stressful mentally."
Tatjana watched him rubbing his face, his shoulders down.
"Come here. Come here to me my Pirate.", Tatjana whispered. She lifted the covers up and let him slip in beside her. Softly, she tugged him in and wrapped her arms around him, pressing his head onto her chest.
She heard, and felt, Safin sniffing at her skin. "Don't. I haven't showered yet."
"You smell wonderful.", her husband cooed and kissed her skin. "There is still salt on your skin, still sunbeams.."
Tatjana opened her mouth to tease him about his sobby mood, but held her tongue. He wasn't sobby very often and, after Blofeld's slimy and aggressive attempts to woo her, it was a nice contrast.
"I think a true Sirena would never lose her own flavour, no matter how long she walks on the mainland.", she went with him.
He looked up and smirked. Staring at her he tugged at her hair, braided for the night. "Open it. Let me see your hair free."
Tatjana obeyed, smiling, making a little show of it and ruffled her mane wildly.
"Better?"
"Much better.", Safin whispered and combed through her strands. "There is a saying that the long hair of a woman is like a net, to catch a man's heart.", he told her, smiling.
Tatjana grinned and leaned in, shoving her hair around his head while catching his lips.
"Like this?", she hummed in his mouth.
"Exactly like this."
For a while both were busy with their tongues fighting. Tatjana pressed herself against Safin's body, lean and hard. Welcoming.
Eventually she had to catch her breath and pushed Safin down. She saw him smirking as he laid back, shoving his hands under his head.
Tatjana bit her lower lip and braced her hands to sit on Safin. She pressed her mouth shut as she sank slowly down onto his cock.
She felt Safin shivering, like her, as he eventually held on onto her hips.
"Don't press your lips together. Let me hear you. Let the guards hear you. Let everyone hear that my Sirena is back." he told Tatjana with a wide smirk.
"My Pirate always has the best ideas.", Tatjana answered giddily and rolled her hips.
She watched the rapture on Safin's face, which encouraged Tatjana to move up and down.
"Hold me. Hold me as firmly as you can.", she panted and moaned as Safin's fingernails dug into the skin of her pelvis.
"Yes! Yes, like that!" she groaned and started to ride him properly. The stimulation of Safin's flesh, impaling her so wonderfully, grinding so perfectly inside her, took her breath away.
She let herself fall into the sensations and found a steady pace.
Safin, beneath her, licked his lips while watching her in delight. "Louder.", he mouthed with a wicked grin and slapped her rear short and hard.
Tatjana laughed and moaned, shouting "Yes, Safin! Safin..!" The ride teased her inner sensitive spots deliciously and she let it guide her movements.
"Louder.", Safin moaned and slapped her arse again.
"Safin, YES! SAFIN!!"
All too quickly, her toes curled up as her arousal grew.
Riding Safin at her pace, stimulated by Safin's slaps and watching his expression of ecstasy, listening to his pants and moans all spurred her on. Moving faster and faster she was so selfish as to come quickly. To her satisfaction, Safin followed with a long growl.
"OH.. gosh... Safin", she panted, giggling. "I can't believe we did that." She fell down into his arms and gasped for air.
Safin wrapped his arms around her and pressed Tatjana hard against his chest.
"I would say that was an amazing performance." She heard her husband.
"Mhmmm.. and surely entertaining for the men."
Safin laughed so hard Tatjana bounced up and down laying on his chest.
Eventually exhaustion caught up with them both. Sloppily kissing each other, they cuddled.
"My sweet Pirate.", she whispered, kissing his head. "You really would burn the world down for me?"
Safin's arms sneaked around her waist and he pressed his lips on her bosom. "Just for one last kiss.", he mumbled.
"That's my man."
Tatjana made sure both of them were covered properly and just held him then, until she was sure sleep had found him.
Then she allowed herself to find slumber, the humming tone of the submarine engine her lullaby.
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, Camille ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, Mr. Hinx, Frau Dr. Vogel, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, M, Nomi, Mr. Moreau
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, Ernst Stavro Blofeld /OFC Character
Warning : Lemon, Hostage, dub-con, non-con, blood, gruel dead scene
Rating : MA
Gene: Crime / Drama /Romance
Summary : SPECTRE is back, but was that really what Safin wanted? Bond gives no shit at first...
Note : The rights for the Bond Books and the movies lays by Eon production!
This fanfic is for entertaining purpose only and to read for free.
English is not the writer's first language!
Still thirsty for some Safin content, so I have to write it myself. :-D
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4. Saying goodbye 🍋
Tatjana woke up to Safin's soft touch. He smoothed with his fingertips up and down her spine while holding her in his arms.
"Good morning, sleepy head", he hummed and looked lovingly down at her.
She looked up to see Safin's relaxed but serious face. She rested a hand on his jawline and sat up a bit to kiss him softly.
He didn't say anything, just let his smile grow wider, which was like a sunrise for Tatjana.
Eventually he asked: "Beach?", which meant, due to the early hour, that he needed to talk to her while assuring no employee could eavesdrop.
"Of course.", she smiled encouragingly at him. She herself was curious what had caused his outburst last night.
She watched him get up and merely throw a bathrobe over his body, so she did the same.
Like naughty teenagers they sneaked out of the house and made their way to the beach. The sun was on it's way to rising and, for half an hour, they just strolled along the waterline of the beach, watching the changing colours of nature.
"It's been a while since we watched a sunrise together.", Tatjana started and held herself at Safin's waist. She pecked a kiss on his scars and dared to ask: "What is the reason today?"
She saw Safin's face all serious, nearly angry, and bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure what had made him angry, but she hoped he would tell her.
"I have to leave for a while. For a job.", he started to explain and Tatjana's stomach dropped.
"What is a while?"
"Two weeks. Perhaps three."
Tatjana thought about it. If ever, he left her for a weekend, worshipping Blofeld. Or so she called it in her mind. She wouldn't use these words. Especially because Blofeld was good to them. Blofeld's medical care had been a relief and had made things much easier with the hard pregnancy and the caesarean. She was grateful for that, but she simply didn't like Blofeld. He was.. fake.
"I'm sure Luc will-"
"Luc has to come with me.", Safin told her. "I want you to stay with the children in Blofeld's residence, until I return."
Tatjana watched his face and finally understood what had happened. Why he was so frustrated.
"You and the boys will be safe there. Having a bit of a vacation. You can get some ski legs.", Safin went on, speaking lightly.
"The boys can see real snow.", she went with him and looked up.
Safin smiled encouragingly down at her. "You will be safe there, I made a deal with a colleague of mine."
Tatjana got the impression that Safin was talking himself into it and she let him. "You're right. It will be fine. Just promise me to come back as soon as possible, yes? I need you, my Pirate.", she hummed and kissed his ear.
"Iiieh, don't do that!", he acted annoyed and wrinkled his nose.
"No, I really mean it." Tatjana stopped walking and wrapped her arms around him, facing Safin fully. "I need you to live. More than anything else."
Safin looked tenderly down at her and cupped her head with his hands. "My darling. It is the same for me.", he whispered. "I know I don't tell you that often enough. Can you forgive me?"
Tatjana nipped at her lower lip and purred: "Show me..", and tugged playfully at his bathrobe.
Safin grinned. "Minx."
"No, Safin. Sirena.", she giggled and pressed her lips on his.
Boldly, she opened up his bathrobe and felt his hands freeing her from hers.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she hung on him and tried to pull him down on the sand.
"My greedy girl.", Safin mumbled in her mouth between kisses. "I will miss you so much.. every minute I am not with you."
Slowly they both glided to the ground. Tatjana held him firmly, kissing him greedily. Her heart was heavy at the thought of letting him go away for so long and she wanted to use every minute she had with him.
She tried to touch and caress him everywhere, drunken with her growing passion. Her breath, panting more and more, drew her forward.
She reached out to his erection and started to massage it. "Let me taste you please..", she muttered into his mouth.
As an answer he rolled onto his back. His fingers in her loose braid, he led her down his body, while his own breath stuttered. "Oh, I love a greedy girl..", he panted.
She smirked and licked along his shaft. Teasingly, she twirled the tip of her tongue along his glans, before she took him fully, humming pleased.
"Oh Yessss...", she heard Safin hissing, aware of the growing slickness between her legs. It aroused her immensely to hear his moans and pants, the noises she drew out of him, his tensing body, the hard shaft between her lips and his salty taste. She massaged him smoothly but firmly with her hand and lips and then got up.
"Lift your hands.", she ordered boldly and saw Safin grin. He did as she told him and she crouched upon him, holding onto his hands.
He helped her to brace herself as she wiggled herself upon his shaft, gliding a couple of times along it to mix his pre-cum and her arousal. Eventually she sank down, very slowly, taking him inch by inch, while holding onto his hands for balance.
"OH my God..", Tatjana breathed out and closed her eyes for a moment, rocking on him.
"Eyes on me.", she heard him and smiling she obeyed.
"Did my Sirena want to cum?"
"Yes, please."
Safin settled her hands on his shoulders and came up with his upper body by bracing himself on the sand. With stretched arms on the ground he bucked his hips up. "Then ride me properly. Don't dare to stop moving..."
Tatjana took a deep breath and started to move up and down, until she found a bouncing steady pace. Safin watched her, panting more and more, until he held himself up with just one arm. The other sneaked around her waist, holding on to her as he matched her actions, answering every one of her bouncing moves with a firm thrust up.
Tatjana gasped for air. It was an amazing feeling to ride him, but also a truly sportive act. She started to tremble, her legs shaking at the effort, but the reward was not too long off. "OH Gosh, oh. .. Safin...", she breathed in a stutter as she felt her tensing lower abdomen.
"Yes. Like this... Do. Not. Stop...", he managed to say and suddenly Tatjana felt her climax tear inside her. Shrieking in pleasure she clawed her fingers on his neck and moved limply while bursting out in a fit of giggles. She grew aware of Safin's grunting moans and focused, still chuckling and sloppily rocking on him. His mouth half open, his eyes white for a moment, he growled. His body tensed up a last time and his own orgasm hit him. He pressed his mouth together to a thin line and panted hard through his nose, sinking down on the sand.
Satisfied, Tatjana followed him, burrowing her face in the hollow of his neck.
Barbara Bonetta is an Accountant. She does love to be in charge of the numbers and accounts of this very special firm. Traveling and other excitements are like a bonus to her. The last thing she would do is to questioning her Boss, Herr Blofeld, neither his both men in the shadows…
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Barbara Bonetta ofc, James Bond, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Mr. Hinx, other SPECTRE Member
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character
The whole story is told from Barbara's (ofc) view.
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23. Ménage à trois 🍋⚠️ 🖤
Bond wasn't greedy nor in a hurry. Like his job, like is food, he savoured his woman.
He whispered soothing nonsense as he helped Barbara out of her clothes. He sealed her mouth with kisses, allowed her not to protest. His hands and his hard body leaded her backward to the bedroom.
Barbara felt foggy. The vodka and the endorphins, lured by Bond kisses and caressing, gestures kicked in.
She felt weak and trembling. The back of her knees touched the bed frame, and she felt.
Bond covered her at once with his body and sucked at her under lip.
"James..", she mumbled. "I… I am afraid…"
"Shshshsh… don't be.", he hummed and kissed her softly. His hands wandered along her body. "I am here now… You're safe…"
Barbara sighed. She wished she could believe him. She wanted.. but…
His lips, his cruel full lips, spread kisses along her neck. 'right spot, wrong man'
She did shiver as Bond reached down, pressing her right knee away to sneak his hand between her legs.
'wrong man..' she thought again but pressed her hips up, welcoming his teasing fingers.
"Please James…", she begged. "Let me feel you." She moved her hips fitting to his massaging fingers and moaned as he used the knuckle of his thumb to grind at her pearl.
Her legs and feet tensing in passion she caught his mouth to kiss him deeply. She tasted the mix of vodka, caviar and a hint of sweat, in her nose his spicy aftershave.
Eventually he broke the kiss heavily breathing, to get rid of his bathrobe. He was fully naked under it, his broad shoulder glittering already softly in sweat.
Barbara grabbed his broad shoulder and looked at him. "Please tell me you have condoms?"
Bond smirked down at her and reached out to the night stand to pull out a packet from the drawer. "Yes, Ma'am.", he purred and got on his knees again to unwrap one. Sitting between her legs he rolled it over his cock professional, a hand gesture easy as using the light switch.
Barbara pushed a cushion under her buttock and position her feet properly on the mattress.
Leaning over Bond sunk slowly inside her, companies by a long out moan from Barbara. She held at his shoulders and felt his muscle working. The intrusion was unfamiliar but wanted, his movement stretching and soothing at once.
"Yes.. Yes James…", she mumbled and tried to focus fully on him, the shadow of a better memory in the back of her head.
He moved in a steady pace, peaceful, while kissing and nipping her skin as his mouth could reach it.
It felt good. But nothing more.
"Faster James..", she moaned, trying to spread him up, trying to get more stimulus from his cock.
"My darling… Shhshh.. just enjoy it.. we have all the time…", he mumbled between the kisses, caressing along her body. He wanted to be a caring lover. He looked lovingly up to her, linking his eyes with hers and Barbara couldn't look away.
Her eyes became wider, and she froze as Bond stopped to move by the touch of the estuary of his Walther at his cheekbone.
For a moment time stopped.
The nose of Bond's gun pressed hard in his flesh, leaving a dimple.
Barbara still had her hands on Bond's shoulder as she looked up.
Safin was standing there, all in a dark blue plain suit, looking coldly interested down to Bond.
"You heard the lady.", Safin whispered. "She needs it hard and fast."
Barbara was still shocked, but impressed by Bond's body reaction. Every other men would get soft. He had his cock under control.
Barbara looked to Safin. "I want to come ", she told him and he squeezed his eyes in anger. She smirked at him. "Please…"
Safin's face became calmer and he spoke again.
"It is quite easy, even an DoubleO should manage. You grab properly her hips to hold her in place…and then you fuck her fast and hard, until you see the mix of pain and lust on her face."
He pressed the weapon for a short moment harder on Bond's cheek. Barbara could see his mind rushing, and she told him: "Come, James. You surely can do that? Getting your frustration out?"
Bond started to move again, his jawline clenching. He held Barbara hard, his fingernails digging in her flesh.
"Yes. Yes, James..", she moaned. "Harder. Please harder…"
He finally found a quick, harsh pace and Barbara's eyes rolled up as she threw her head in the mattress. "Yes! Like thissss!", she growled and let him feel her fingernails.
"Don't speed up!", she heard Safin order. "This pace.. But harder. Fuck her like she deserves it."
She heard Bond's grunting, she herself answering with groans and grunts, as the sound of wet, clashing flesh filled the room.
"Very good, Mr. Bond.", she heard Safin cheer up. "Let us not forget the lady comes first. Use your thumb if your cock isn't enough. Remember; SHE deserves it!
Barbara found Safin's face and caught his eyes. His pupils were dark, his face glittering in sweat. He was highly aroused, and she thought in glee what happens when Bond was finished with her.
She shrieked in pleasure as Bond's thumb tip found her pearl, rubbing fierce on it.
"Oh yes! OH, YES!", she cheered in glee, her eyes on Safin. He started to move Bond's weapon, caressing with it over Bond's face, what must have been nerve wracking to the agent.
Or - the possibility was there as she felt it - it does excite him to. Anyway he did get THIS job done at least.
Barbara's legs were shaking uncontrollable while the fire of arousal flamed up inside her lower abdomen. She shrieked up, bending her body up and was on the range of a laugh flash as her climax hit her.
"There you go.", Safin praised him. Him? Her?
Calling out Safin's name she became halfway aware that Bond arrived his climax to.
His body shaking, tensing, he felt over and pressed his face in the hollow of her neck.
For a moment Barbara and Bond were a mass of sweaty limbs, tangled hard breathing together.
Eventually Bond came very slowly up again and looked at Barbara. "You're ok?", he panted out and Barbara nodded.
Bond swallowed hard, still looking at Barbara. Slowly he got on his knees, one hand still firm holding her at the hip bone, one hand under her neck.
Barbara saw him weirdly smirking, his eyes focused. "I believe it is his turn now?", he announced and winked. Before Barbara nor Safin could react he suddenly twirled around, lifted Barbara by that and threw her at Safin.
Barbara Bonetta is an Accountant. She does love to be in charge of the numbers and accounts of this very special firm. Traveling and other excitements are like a bonus to her. The last thing she would do is to questioning her Boss, Herr Blofeld, neither his both men in the shadows…
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Barbara Bonetta ofc, James Bond, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Mr. Hinx, other SPECTRE Member
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character
The whole story is told from Barbara's (ofc) view.
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16. Seduction
Barbara realized her mistake, as she went with Beach in her quarters. She wanted to set the bag on her couch, but the moment Beach went inside with her, she felt his hands on her hips.
"Jim, ", she brought out as he turned her around to him. His lips clashed on hers as he pressed her body hard on his. His arms were like vices as he held her. Eventually he let go of her lips to kiss along her jaw line to her neck.
"Jim..", Barbara rested breathless her hands on his chest, pushing softly. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I need to eat first."
Jim smirked and bit his lower lip, a gesture so soft and arousing Barbara swallowed.
"We cannot perhaps have room service?" he asked boldly while his hands travel down her rear. Kneading her cheeks softly he spread butterfly kisses along her neck. "My hunger is actually quite different." He looked up to her. "In all honest, since I Iaid my eyes on you in the ski slopes."
"Jim, I can't call the room service to my private quarters. Dr. Guntram will fire me tomorrow morning, if I do that."
"Dr. Guntram?", Jim asked with blank face.
"My boss. The proprietor of the 'Helena'."
She smiled soothing and rubbed his brought shoulder. "Anyway, one should not have dessert before dinner, but after."
Jim looked at her a moment and nodded eventually. "You're right, Barbara.", he stepped back. "But can we skip the tour and eat? If you don't mind my… Appetite?"
Barbara freed herself from Beach embrace and linked her arm with his. "That is fine. I do feel the same."
Her visitor smirked and cooed: "Has someone told you before, how lovely you look when you are blushing?"
Barbara felt her face now burning as she answered: "I heard that before, yes. But it's nice you have noticed."
Eventually she was able to lead him in the dinning room. Not many tables were filled, and only Austrian and German society. The table aside them were occupied with an elderly couple. The lady was very silent, eating like a mouse. The gentleman aside her cheated at his diet, but Barbara decided to ignore it.
They got three courses, all three barely touched by Jim. Barbara leaned over. "Our kitchen is actually excellent, Jim."
"I try it next time when I visit properly. I have ready booked a long spa weekend next month.", he told her, boyish smirking.
"Oh, is that true? So why the hurry to get here up at all?"
"Is that not clear?", Beach hummed and sipped at his wine, looking with bed eyes over it to Barbara. "I would sleep in a half crashed hay cabin, if I know you are there."
"My Goddess.. You are really a smooth talker with your english tongue.", she giggled amused.
Beach rested his upper arms on the table and remind her: "I promised you I shall tell you everything about my tongue."
Barbara covered her mouth while giggling. She looked at her empty plate and whispered : "Well, shall we skip the pudding?"
Beach grinned. "I heard there waits a very special delicate dessert in your room. I can't wait to dive my tongue in that."
Barbara felt her face heating up again and pressed her knees together. "You're such a tease."
"Believe me, my darling. I am more than that."
Barbara walked the way to her quarters with wobbly legs, holding herself firm at Beach's arm. Eventually she opened the door and Beach closed it firm. Seconds later Barbara got pressed at the wall, Jim's tongue deep in her throat. His hands were all over her body, his lower body grinding at her.
She entangled her tongue from his and told him embarrassed : "Sorry, please let me use the bathroom, OK?" She pointed to the cabinet at her wall. "There is a bar, if you want something."
Beach stepped back with an understanding expression. "All good, my darling. Take your time."
He turned to the bar and Barbara rushed to the bathroom. She actually sat down to pee, but grabbed her phone.
[Beach is in my room now], she wrote to Safin.
Then she took her time to clean herself up at the bidet and freshen up.
Coming back she got greeted by a sweet Martini, something Beach called a 'Vesper'.
"Mhmm. That is good. Well, Jim, if life insurance is not more working for you, we need a Barkeeper here.", she giggled.
He smiled and wrapped an arm around her.
"I have a confession to make.", he hummed and held her close. "I'm not working for life insurances."
Barbara got suddenly a cold feeling in her stomach. "W-what?", she acted shocked.
"All good, my darling. I am incognito at my holiday, because I am an CEO and quite rich. I just hate it, when people make a fuss about it."
"Wow… and.. what is your real name?", she asked breathless.
"It's Bond. James Bond.", he cooed and caught her lips again.
