00silva - Round No. 2
It had been easy enough, slipping back into Bond's London appartment under the cover of darkness. Silva had even helped himself to the spare set of keys when he left during their previous encounter. Leaving James exhausted and guilt-ridden (not to mention completely cum-stained) on his living room desk. True to his word he wasn't wearing explosives on his body this time round; he planned on getting a lot closer to his 00 agent this evening. Their last encounter, a rather wonderful surprise on Silva's part, had left the blonde hungry for more of the slutty James they both knew existed beneath the macho surface...
Turning the key in the lock, he pushes the door open silently, wondering if he'll catch Bond unawares. It's unlikely; the agent may be older than he was but he still has the acuity of senses and reflexes to survive on the job. Padding towards the kitchen he finally spots his man with his back to him, washing the dishes. Silva smirks, leans against the doorframe. It's all so domestic.
"Well? Aren't you going to give your fellow rat a 'welcome home' kiss?"