Q

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He hadn't been nervous until he'd found himself in a gown with pen marks on his skin. Laid back on a gurney in medical, a strap across his chest to secure him, that was when he looked to Q.

"Let's get you relaxed, 007," R said, giving him a pat and pushing some drugs into the line into his arm.

Bond opened his eyes to the featureless January sky out the window- stories above, shown for his viewing pleasure on a screen with some curtains hung on it. He took a deep breath and then smacked his sticky tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearing his throat, he looked around and it all came back to him. Nothing after R's pat, of course, but the reason he was here.

"Q?" he rasped, knowing he'd be close.

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"Once we're home, I intend to be off my feet as swiftly as possible," he purred close to Q's ear just as the lift doors opened.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q blushed a little, then cleared his throat.

"I believe I suggested you take it easy," Q reminded him. Though he supposed it was mad to think James would start listening now. The man always did as he pleased.

"I suppose you'll be driving us home then?" He asked, already offering the keys.

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"What better way to test it out," he grinned, happy to snatch the keys.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop himself from smiling as he followed at Bond's side

"You'll need daily examinations for the next few weeks," he noted.

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"Close inspection? Naked, I hope," he grinned.

Before Q could balk, the car chirped and unlocked and Bond slid behind the wheel.

He took a moment to appreciate being able to drive again.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q settled into the passenger seat before answering.

"I only need to see your leg, but I suppose you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in," the boffin said dryly, trying not to look amused.

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Bond exited the car park and joined traffic. Injury and time had done nothing to change his driving habits. In fact, the transmission, and his new leg, got quite the workout by the time they arrived home.

"Performs perfectly," he smiled, pleased with the utterly natural feel of it.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Good, though you need to tell me if anything starts feeling a bit off," Q warned, getting out once they were parked. "There might be some minor discomfort here and there the first week or so."

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"You'll have to be more specific," he chuckled as he sauntered in.

"With the discomfort I've been living daily, this is nothing."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Random stabbing pain, brief and minor. Everything is still stitching itself together. It shouldn't be very notable, but if it becomes serious I can give you a mild pain potion," Q assured him.

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"It's not so bad that you can't kiss it all better," Bond purred near his ear as a warm hand found the small of Q's back to hurry him inside to the flat.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q let himself be guided inside, trying not to look too obviously flushed as James ushered him in.

"Not a recognized cure, but noted."

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"How do you know? It's a prototype. Have you tested if a kiss will fix it? Doubtful," he replied, barely holding back his smile.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Mmm, you're right, we didn't test for that. Perhaps you'd like to volunteer for, I'm sure Tanner has some time to run tests this week..." Q teased.

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"You can't fit me in tonight?" Bond asked, only letting go of Q to let them into the flat.

Once the door was shut, Bond pivoted on the new leg, swift and steady, and he pushed Q back against the door.

"You'll fit me in," he decided, low and dangerous.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q looked genuinely surprised. The last few months had been soft touches and taking care. He'd sort of forgotten that James could be assertive - Aggressive even. It was hot, but part of Q was nervous, not wanting James to hurt himself.

"I haven't kissed it better enough already?" he asked with a faint and cheeky smirk.

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"It's not academic if you don't write down your results," he replied.

His arm snaked around Q's waist, even as he leaned in to push him hard to the door as he kissed him deeply.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

For the first time in what felt like forever, Q didn't hold back as he returned the kiss. He didn't worry he was holding on too tight or that he might hurt the other man by leaning into him. He just kissed him with the passion that had never faded.

[0_0_7]

Bond kissed him until he was starved for breath, biting Q's lip as he pulled away.

"Have you?" he asked quietly. "Written anything down? The taste of my skin? The way you can drive me mad?"

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"A little hard to take notes when you have me pinned against a door," Q said, breathless and flushed. It didn't stop him from stealing another kiss though.

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"But what better way to discover how well it will brace a door then to be this close?" Bond spoke into the kiss.

His hand slid lower to grab Q's ass and lift him up the door to eye level.

Using his legs, of course.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q wanted to scold him, to remind him not to overdo it, just in case... But all he could do was moan and kiss him again.

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Bond devoured him, then slowly let him down and stepped back a bit. His eyes burned with desire.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted you? Wanted you in ways I couldn't have?" he asked, grabbing fistfuls of Q'S SHIRT TO DRAG HIM TO THE BED.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Usually this was around the time when Q would pretend to put up a fight or play coy, but he couldn't even pretend to, not now, not as James hauled him into the bedroom for the first time in what felt like forever. For once the boffin as nothing but the picture of obedience as he sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hands on James' thighs.

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Bond plunged his fingers into Q's hair and admired him for a moment.

"You still haven't written anything down," he noted, slipping his fingers from Q's hair so he could draw his thumb across his lips.