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a/n: inspired by that one tiktok audio...

Now playing: "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins

The night air was crisp as Bond and (Y/N) walked across the tarmac, their private jet waiting ahead. The engines hummed softly, the only sound aside from their footsteps against the pavement.

(Y/N) was too busy staring at her phone, reading over the mission brief for what had to be the third time. The mission itself wasn't overly complex—at least, not compared to the usual. They were headed to Texas, where an underground arms deal was set to take place at a country bar outside of Austin. Their target, a weapons broker known only as "Delgado," had a habit of conducting business under the guise of rowdy, crowded social settings.

MI6 had intel that a prototype microchip containing classified missile guidance data was being sold to an international buyer. Their job was simple: confirm the transaction, identify the buyer, and retrieve the chip before it fell into the wrong hands.

The problem? Delgado's meetings were invitation-only, and the best way in was to blend in with the local scene. In other words—cowboy boots, whiskey, and line dancing.

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed as she scrolled through the details.

Bond exhaled through his nose, watching her with mild amusement. When she nearly walked past the boarding stairs, he reached out, placing a firm hand at the small of her back to steer her back on course.

"Are you planning on watching where you're going?" he asked dryly.

"Mm." She waved him off without looking up.

Bond shook his head, guiding her again when she drifted slightly. "(Y/N)."

"Yeah?"

"We're boarding."

"Yeah, yeah, just a second."

He sighed, stepping in front of her and plucking the phone from her hands in one swift motion.

"Hey! James!" she protested, snapping her head up. She immediately went to snatch it back, but he held it just out of reach.

"What is so important that you're willing to walk straight into a jet engine?" he said glancing down at the screen. "You do realize you can read this on the plane?"

"I was making sure I didn't miss anything."

"You've read it twice already."

She frowned. "How do you know that?"

"Because I watched you do it." He smirked slightly. "There's nothing in there that will change before we land."

She scowled, but before she could argue, realization flickered across her face. "Wait, before we get on—"

He arched a brow. "Before we what?"

"Can you line dance?"

Bond blinked. "...Yes."

(Y/N) studied him, suspicious. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

There was a pause. Then—

"...Can you?"

(Y/N) didn't miss a beat. "Yes."

Bond tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly. She didn't fidget, didn't look away. But she knew he didn't believe her.

Still, he only nodded, stepping aside to let her board first. "After you."

She snatched her phone back and climbed the stairs, feeling his gaze on her the whole way up.