sohotrightnow: James Bond, naked, allowing Eve, in red, to shave him with a straight razor. ([skyfall] your life in my hands)
Bond/Moneypenny, rated M (Mature), for the "caning" square on my k_b card (BINGOOOOOOOO!). Now that she's out of the field, Eve can have a social life again. That's the idea, anyway. ~3000 words, no warnings. At AO3.

(Brought to you by my searching frantically for fic after finally watching that movie a couple of weeks ago and discovering that of the ~500 works in which Eve was tagged on AO3, including the 22 fics tagged for Eve/Bond, she is mostly there to be the sassy matchmaker for Bond and Q. Dear fandom, when canon sets you a low bar for treatment of women, particularly women of color -- there was friggin' brownface in the movie prior to this, come the fuck on! -- THAT DOES NOT REPRESENT AN INVITATION TO A LIMBO CONTEST.)

Also, the title is from this poem, which I wholly encourage everybody to read a million times, because ughhhhhhh I can't even with it.

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