‘I expect they found other compensations.’ Holly kissed Bond on the mouth and spread her arms wide. ‘Oh James, this is heaven.’
Bond raised his head to glance out of an imaginary porthole. ‘Already?’
Holly hugged him to her. ‘You’re a fool, James.’
‘I must be,’ said Bond. ‘Making love in zero-gravity in my condition. I should be in hospital.’
‘Nonsense. You’re in beautiful condition. I like my men slightly burnt at the edges.’
‘Gruesome girl!’ Bond kissed her hard on the mouth. ‘We should have saved all this till Venice.’
Holly pulled back her head. ‘Are you going to take me back to Venice, James?’
‘I think our respective employers will both turn a favourable eye on a period of convalescence.’
‘You don’t think we could convalesce up here?’
‘Food presents a problem.’
‘Who needs food?’ Holly took Bond’s cheeks between her fingers and kissed him greedily.
Bond enjoyed the kiss and floated away a few inches to enjoy the sight of her naked body. Something on the cabin wall attracted his attention. Something that was moving. A small television monitor. In the heart of the lens a small red light glowed lubriciously. Bond winced.
‘What’s the matter?’ Holly floated towards him like a solicitous mother.
‘Nothing too serious.’ Bond received her in his arms and reached surreptitiously over her shoulder to pluck the cable from the monitor. It stopped moving and the light went out. ‘Nevertheless, I think we ought to think about getting back. I have a feeling people will be worrying about us.’
Holly’s lips started to stitch a pattern of kisses down Bond’s chest. ‘Please, James. Take me once more round the world.’
