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Around the time the rest of Q branch was clearing out to catch to Tube and find their way home before the sun set, Bond wandered in to see if Q was ready.

"They've set the implant for Thursday morning," he said. "Unless something comes up."

As he made his announcement, he picked up a new creation to inspect it.

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Q tried to keep a straight face, but it was terribly hard.

"Twat," he scolded, before leaning over and kissing Bond soundly.

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Bond laughed warmly, wrapping both arms around him to hug him close.

"I had no idea you were so playful, Q," he smiled, his voice soft and fond. "I imagined all sorts of things you might do for fun, not this. I don't know why."

It never once occurred to him that someone might not imagine James Bond being a laugh in bed given the chance.

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"What? You thought I was serious and scolding all the time? I'd be so much more fun at work you know, if you'd bring the bloody equipment back occasionally." Q assured him.

He'd always known James could be fun though, for every snappy reply over coms, there was always a few lighthearted quips or teases.

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"Sometimes just getting myself back is as good as it gets," he replied, reaching to pull Q in for another kiss.

"Give me a little incentive," he said. "What can I have in my ear to remind me to bring it back? Hmm? Something inspiring."

He wet his lips and decided to test the waters, not sure how playful Q really was. He was sure of...most...some. He was sure he knew some of Q's tastes.

"And if I don't bring it back, I'll let you really scold me. The way you wish you could. The way I can hear in your voice..."

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"I assure you that I already scold you as I intend to," Q replied. "But fine, what sort of reward might tempt you to at least return some of the tech?"

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"Q, you'll be in my brain round the clock. Surely you can think of something," he laughed.

Bond didn't have a tell, but for those who knew him, there were little hints at his nerves. The quality of his laugh, the carriage of his shoulders, the hesitation that simply did not exist normally before a breath.

He needed to figure out a way out of this agreement.

Death. So far death was his only solution.

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Q studied him for a long moment, then wet his lips with a quick flick of his tongue.

"Bring back at least half the equipment, and I'll blow you in my office. Bring it all back, and I'll let you fuck me in the lift, right outside Mallory's office."

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"Now that's incentive I'll believe you don't offer the other Double 0's" he quipped.

"Squeaky wheel and all that," he grinned.

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Q rolled his eyes a little. "Just you, Double-O Seven," Q assured him. "I mean, no one else is allowed to shag me in the lift anymore, remember? Your rules. ...Do you make exceptions if you get to watch?" he teased.

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For the briefest moment an image of watching Harry behind Q hit him hard and he was both insanely jealous and wildly aroused.

"...Do you have a special attraction to M's lift?" he chuckled.

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"No, but you once asked me if I could stop it and block the cameras in there," Q reminded him.

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Bond smiled slowly.

"I have no doubt you could control the entirety of the city, given enough time and tea," he said appreciatively. "Would you? If I asked?"

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"Start bringing back the equipment, and I'll think about it," Q replied dryly.

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Bond didn't agree, but he resolved to do it. If for no other reason than to see the look on Q's face.

"You are a man of a singular focus," he smiled.

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"What can I say, I'm tired of building you new guns- And cars, and coms, and watches, and... Need I continue?" Q replied.

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"I think it may be in my best interest to obey you," he noted. "I will try, Q. I'll promise that much."

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Q had doubts about that, but smiled. It was sweet that James even thought he might.

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"I will do my level best," he promised, stealing a kiss as he shifted a little.

"Everyone will wonder what magic spell you cast to get me to behave," he grinned then.

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"Just tell them I threatened to stop giving you the best cars," Q replied with a laugh.

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"That would do it. Nothing says reprimand like a base model Volkswagen," he chuckled, knowing the nondescript vehicle Q had worked on for 004 was durable in a way Bond needed more than she did.

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Q laughed, but the thunder cracked again and he flinched even more than he had earlier. Without realising he was doing it, he reached for James and held on.

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Bond caught him and held him tighter than before.

”The storm will pass,” he promised him, then kissed him to distract him from the storm completely.

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"Will these feelings? I can't be flinching in Q branch every time there's an explosion," Q said, leaning into Bond.

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"They always tell me to go see the therapist. A waste of everyone's time, in my case. He's a sharp fellow, though. He probably helps other people," Bond said.

He resented the old man and his clip board, and all of MI6 knew about Bond's disdain.

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"I don't want to do that, I don't want to speak with him. I just need to ride it out until it passes," Q decided, stroking Bond's chest.