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Q
One of the nicest things about being Commander was that he could go into engineering any time he pleased. Some days he liked to turn up, always unannounced, for inspection and debriefing. That made it sound professional.
He wandered in through the monitors and deeper in toward the engines. He walked back to Q's office and work room and entered with his credentials.
"How's the ship?" he asked with a bit of a cocky smirk. Bond was well aware Q wasn't fond of how brash he could be, as if he were daring the entire ship to catch them.
He wandered in through the monitors and deeper in toward the engines. He walked back to Q's office and work room and entered with his credentials.
"How's the ship?" he asked with a bit of a cocky smirk. Bond was well aware Q wasn't fond of how brash he could be, as if he were daring the entire ship to catch them.
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Bond nearly crushed him as he caught a kiss and savored the taste of him as he chased his pleasure. One hand found Q's hair to grip- not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to keep him in place.