Harry

Bond had been working with his prize he'd gotten last weekend. He loved nothing more than a new toy and the more dangerous, the better. He fully intended on using it on Q, not above using the lad as an experiment.

He had the charged stone in his pocket as he made his way to the kitchens to have a cuppa and a snack before turning in for the night. The kitchen was deserted, even the staff off in the back doing their nightly closing up duties.

Bond poured his own tea, the stone making him radiate an energy of pure sensuality. Powerful sexuality.