this is not about iron man.

[quigonejinn]

From dafnap:

HOLY FUCK NEW BOND TRAILER IN HIGH RES AND I JUST LKDJGDF.

Daniel Craig, licking a woman's back. Daniel Craig, coming over the horizon in a Tom Ford suit and holding an assault rifle in his hands. Steely-voiced M. Felix Leiter. That color saturation. That editing. Duty. Inconsolable rage.

NOVEMBER 7TH, MOTHERFUCKERS.

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[dafnap.livejournal.com]

When Pepper lays the final card in his hand, Bond doesn't smile, but looks her in the eye, holding her gaze a little longer than necessary.

Her hand stills, and she doesn't look away.

When he sees that he has her attention, he lets the quirk on the side of his mouth turn into a full smile. Tony Stark touches the glass to his lips when Pepper's blush follows soon after and Bond almost wants to laugh.

It's almost too easy, really.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Q: When is it worth it to play cards with two genius billionaires and a one-eyed man who probably keeps a laser under his eyepatch?

A: When the dealer blushes when your brush your hands on the cards where she's touched them. She's also a redhead in five inch heels

...

What surprises Bond is the fact that Pepper won't go to bed with him. True, they're on a helicarrier, and her boss is right there, but she obviously wants him. Bond, that is. He suspects her of wanting her boss, but isn't sure, and Villiers replaces Pepper as the dealer after an hour and a half. Bond cashes out shortly afterwards under the excuse of giving his place to M, whose hair is still a little wet at the edges from her shower and whose posture suggests that she's still more than a little pissed about the events of the day, and he goes out and finds

oh shit dafna is here and wrote it better than I did.

Dafna: oh man, screw the poker game. BAR. Pepper's one hour off between babysitting Tony and running his company for him. His insistance on a world tour after his announcement that's he's fucking Iron Man necessitates at least four olives, and maybe the cute blonde guy with the dead eyes at the end of the bar.

[jamaillith.livejournal.com]

hadfadjd;daa;

I heartily approve.