Bond's breath caught and then he collided with Q, kissing him hungrily. Greddy fingers grabbed at him and hauled him close as the agent moved Q almost effortlessly to where it was difficult to tell where one man ended and the other began.

Tangled like that, Bond thought it might not be the worst idea. Marriage.

Maybe...maybe retirement. Surely they'd let him go.

Surely he could let 6 go...