Q

[0_0_7]

Bond was sitting on a train, watching the target talking on the phone. He had his keffiyeh slung around his throat and sunglasses on to disguise himself a bit. No one paid him any attention, all talking amongst themselves, business men heading into Damascus, mostly, but others as well. He knew that he had to be discreet, he couldn't just execute the man in a crowd.

The train slowed and then stopped and the target rose. Bond followed, pushing his way through the crowd.He made it up next to the target and slipped a tracker into his pocket, then peeled away from him.

"Alright, Q, he's yours to follow now. I'm going to go find transportation while he hails a cab. And keep an eye on the satellites," he said, telling Q how to do his job a bit. But as he exited the station and he saw the target slip into a black Audi, he realized this wasn't what they'd had planned.

"He's not taking a cab. I'm improvising," he said, stalking through the crowd and slipping into a waiting Range Rover, its owner standing mere feet away as Bond outright stole the vehicle.

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[quartermaster_q]

Q still looked half-asleep, and he shook his head no as he stretched lazily.

"You haven't," he assured the double-o. "There better be tea inside though. I really need some tea."

[0_0_7]

"Of course I have tea," Bond said as he opened the door and ushered Q inside. He locked the door behind them and set the security alarm, then went to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"I'm going to have to go in early to be debriefed," he said. "So tea and back to bed with you."

[quartermaster_q]

Q yawned again, then smiled as he made his way over to Bond. Standing behind him, he slipped his arms around him and leaned lightly against him.

"I'm glad you're home," he admitted quietly.

[0_0_7]

Bond's heart beat faster as Q embraced him. He covered the man's arm with his hand. He was too excitable for tenderness, though. wound up after the mission, still high from the thrill of gunfire.

"How much did you miss me?" he asked, turning in Q's hold to face him. "Because I missed you painfully."

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh, just a bit," Q said, shrugging a little and offering a teasing smirk- though he wanted to be close to him.

[0_0_7]

Bond stole a kiss then, passion barely restrained. The only thing that stopped him from pressing for more was the whistle of the kettle.

"There's your tea," he murmured.

[quartermaster_q]

Skin flushed, it took all of Q's self control to pull away and make his tea.

He wondered if Bond had any idea how deeply the other man effected him. How being near Bond was all it took to leave him wound up and wanton.

[0_0_7]

Q had a quite similar effect on him, but Bond was quite used to controlling himself. There was tea to be had and Q had seemed to need it.

"I'm going to go take a shower," he said. "I'll wash the travel off and come to bed fresh."

Then he turned to go before he grabbed Q again and didn't stop...

[quartermaster_q]

Q nodded, sipping his tea and then eventually making his way to the bedroom.

Without much thought, he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He settled in as if it were his own, comfortable and content as he rolled onto his stomach and stretched out lazily.

[0_0_7]

Once Bond had scrubbed up he emerged. He didn't bother to shave, he'd do that before he wentto the office for the debrief. He simply slipped in naked between the sheets, his legs still just a bit damp.

He indulged himself and kissed the lovely curve of Q's shoulder.

"I like the look of you in this bed," he said softly. "It should happen more often."

[quartermaster_q]

"Then you'll have to keep coming home," Q said softly, smiling to himself and rolling over slowly to look at Bond.

[0_0_7]

"I think I can manage that," he purred, moving in smoothly to kiss Q again. His hand trailed slowly along the man's skin and in devoting all his attention to Q he could forget his bruises and aching muscles.

[quartermaster_q]

"You look stiff," Q whispered between kisses. "Were you hurt?" he asked quietly, his concern genuine.

[0_0_7]

"A small scuffle, a little running, nothing out of the ordinary," Bond replied. The mission was over and he was content to put it to bed in favor of losing himself in Q.

But he couldn't deny he hurt. The older he got the less easily he bounced back. He was simply good at covering up his aches and relying on his drink and his pills.

[quartermaster_q]

"Maybe you should rest," Q said softly, stroking Bond's cheek and offering a rare moment of pure sympathy. "I can get you a hot water bottle, if you'd like."

[0_0_7]

"Maybe you should rest," he replied softly, his voice quiet and gentle. His hand found the curve of Q's hip and he held on.

"It's almost four am. You o need to rest. Let me take you out tomorrow. After work, after the debriefing, we can go somewhere delightful. Have good wine, a good meal..."

[quartermaster_q]

"I can go days without sleep," Q said, but he didn't argue any more than that.

"Alright, we'll both rest. You can take me out tomorrow," he smiled, sitting up just enough to steal a kiss.

[0_0_7]

Bond wrapped his arms around and forced him to o slowly, to linger. His tonue flicked and his lips tugged at the other man's, but as he relaxed against him his eyes grew hot and heavy.

"I love you," he aid quietly, the word painfully honest in that moment. The raw power of thm wasn't held back at all. He was too tired for restraint.

[quartermaster_q]

"I love you too," Q said quietly, pressing a little closer and holding on. "I love you," he repeated quietly, struck by how true that was.

He loved double-o seven. For so long he'd been sure he'd never love again- But he loved Bond. Deeply and completely.

[0_0_7]

With Q holding him, Bond slipped into sleep. Not deep, he had slept on the plane so his sleep was shallow and he was constantly aware of Q's presence.

He woke when the sun brightened the room even through the blinds.

He laid there for a long moment thinking that he desperately needed a cup of coffee...but he wasn't willing to disturb Q's sleep.

[quartermaster_q]

Q slept hard, holding Bond tightly even in his sleep- but eventually he woke.

Groggy and exhausted, he sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes.

"Morning already? What a tragedy," he sighed.

[0_0_7]

"It really is," Bond agreed. "I'm going to be anxious all day for it to end so I can have you all to myself. But for now...coffee. And I need to shave."

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm not in today," Q admitted, stretching lazily. "I might go back to Eve's to visit Oberon."

[0_0_7]

"That cat," Bond huffed, but fondly. "Alright, I'm sure you've more than earned your time off. I'll get through the debriefing and all, check in with Tel Aviv, and then find you at Eve's. I want you to promise you'll stay safe today. I was worried in Damascus that Terrance...that something might happen."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I've not heard a peep from him," Q said honestly, slipping out of bed as he spoke. "Perhaps he's moved on at last."