Q

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It was a lazy Sunday but Bond was not particularly enjoying it. Every day was lazy these days. He hated being on medical leave. He understood, he did, he was hardly service ready when he couldn't remember anything more than a few years ago. He'd begun to get bits back, recalling the most odd snatches of things. Things from his childhood, from Eton, from the Navy. But it wasn't enough to get him working again.

He sat on the sofa with a glass of scotch and Q's tablet. He was going through the man's blog, looking at the pictures from last year. He was shameless about it, about enjoying the sight of the man he loved. Q was beautiful and Bond loved the different pictures.

He found one he particularly liked and he stopped to study it. Maybe Sunday wouldn't be a waste. He could enjoy his fiance.

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[quartermaster_q]

"I like that one too," Q said, coming up behind Bond, and kissing the top of his head. "You know, you and Eve are the only one's who know it's mine- And I've still never managed to work out how Moneypenny even found it."

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"I have a feeling she has many talents that we'll never fully understand," Bond said, dropping his head back so he could look up at Q.

"You are truly beautiful. I don't think I tell you that enough. You're brilliant and beautiful and I am a very lucky man."

[quartermaster_q]

"Nearly as lucky as me," Q smiled, kissing him softly on the cheek. "We could go shopping. Perhaps buy something new for my next set of pictures."

[0_0_7]

"I think I'd like that," he smiled. "Let me get dressed. We'll make a day of it. A bit of shopping, maybe we can have tea out tonight?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Sounds lovely. And I know just the places to go," Q smiled. "After tea, you can help me take more photos, hmm?" he suggested.

[0_0_7]

"Mmm, I would like that very much," Bond purred. He got up and stretched, his body not used to being so lax. He thought he might invest in a gym membership just to keep in shape.

"Won't be a minute," he promised, then ducked into the bedroom to pull on some black slacks, a collared shirt, and a grey jumper over it. Casual. Easy.

[quartermaster_q]

Q smiled, lingering in the doorway and watching the double-o as he changed.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he asked. "I've never seen you look anything other than devastatingly handsome."

[0_0_7]

"I'm sure I didn't look my best when I returned from China," Bond replied. He fixed his cuffs and smoothed his jumper, then walked up to Q so he could pull him into his arms.

"I am so grateful for you. I don't know how I'd get through this without you. You're so patient. So understanding."

[quartermaster_q]

"Stop it. I'm nothing that you wouldn't be for me," Q said softly, smiling and embracing him.

"You look like one of my old English teachers in that jumper- I think I'm a little into this," he smiled.

[0_0_7]

"Oh? Do you want me to start lecturing on grammar?" he chuckled. "Maybe find a pair of glasses to wear?"

[quartermaster_q]

"Ooh, I think that would be rather sexy, double-o seven. So long as they aren't my glasses. Watching you walk into walls wouldn't be very arousing," Q smiled.

[0_0_7]

"Maybe we could get a pair of reading glasses while we're out if you think that's something you'd enjoy," he purred.

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh, don't tempt me with role play, Bond. I'll be buying you a ruler and a desk next. ...Maybe a chalkboard," he added thoughtfully, getting lost in fantasy for a moment.

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Bond pulled him closer and leaned in, lips against his ear.

"You really are a terribly naughty boy," he purred, suddenly just a bit less interested in going out.

[quartermaster_q]

Q shivered, Bond's words going right to his cock.

"Did I mention the school uniform? We could buy that as well," he murmured. "I'd look good in shorts- Or a skirt, I suppose."

[0_0_7]

He nuzzled in close and breathed in the scent of the man, his own mind wandering to thoughts of Q looking smart in a uniform, not to mention how readily he would slip into the role of teacher. And how he'd like very much like to spank Q's bare arse with a ruler and the fuck him bent over a desk...

He groaned and stepped back, his pupils blown dark with desire.

"If we don't go now we'll never get out of here," he said. "Just thinking about you has me dizzy."

[quartermaster_q]

"I like you dizzy," Q grinned, though he nodded and turned to leave the bedroom.

"Get the car keys, double-o seven."

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Before he could get the keys he had to adjust himself to accommodate his erection. It would fade but for the moment it was rather obvious. Once that was sorted he got the keys and his jacket and waited by the door for Q.

The car was a welcome sight- he loved this car like a child, almost. Or how he imagined loving a child. Once they were settled inside he looked over to Q.

"You'll have to give me directions since you know where we're going," he said, starting her up.

[quartermaster_q]

"Already in the GPS," Q smirked, looking terribly pleased with himself. "Really, Bond. You shouldn't even have to ask by now. ...It's not a long drive though. You'll like it, very chic, not gaudy at all, and very discreet."

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Bond previewed the route and then set out. It wasn't a long drive at all and he found parking right away.

"Where should we eat?" he asked as he got out and looked to the door. He waited for Q, though, rather than charging in on his own.

[quartermaster_q]

"By the time we're done shopping, you might just want take out," Q smirked. "Come along, now."

He led the way into the store, the windows tinted and the outside drab- But the inside was stunning. there were racks and racks of over the top undergarments in every shape, style and size. All of it unisex, all of it well designed.

"So- Where should we start?" he asked. "Shorts, briefs- Thongs?"

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"Thongs," he agreed, looking around and fondling different pairs as they walked through the racks. There was a table and he paused, holding up a lovely burgundy satin pair. He checked the size, then took them along, deciding Q needed them.

[quartermaster_q]

Q wandered, touching and inspecting various garments, then picking up a few. Some that were a little kinky, some that were odd, and a few that were oddly sexy.

"They sell stockings as well- I wasn't sure how you felt about those though."

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"I think it depends entirely what panties you're in," he replied. "I did like them the last time you wore them."

Being here was a special kind of torture. Bond wanted to see Q in all of it. Everything.

[quartermaster_q]

"We could find a pair for you too, if you like," he smiled.