Q

[0_0_7]

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.

Comments

[0_0_7]

Bond's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His vision didn't seem to focus for the longest moment and he could almost hear the static that filled his mind. But slowly he came back to himself and turned his head to look at Q.

"You are the most amazing man," he said breathlessly.

[quartermaster_q]

"Nearly as amazing as you," Q laughed softly, nipping at Bond's jaw and slipping an arm around him.

[0_0_7]

Bond gladly gathered him up and held him close. He was a damp mess and didn't care a bit- though a long, luxurious bath might be in order soon.

"I love you beyond reason, Q," he said. "You are my best friend. Best I've ever had, I'd wager."

[quartermaster_q]

Q was practically purring, eyes slipping shut as he settled in.

"As you are mine," he murmured, yawning and curling up.

[0_0_7]

Bond smiled at that and held the man close, one hand rising to toy with his hair.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, maybe," Q purred, smiling softly and nuzzling Bond's neck. "Are you?"

[0_0_7]

"I might," he replied, fingers playing with the ends of Q's unruly hair. "Or I could lay here and hold you and listen to you snore," he teased.

[quartermaster_q]

"I don't snore," Q huffed. "I should know, I've recorded myself sleeping to check."

[0_0_7]

"You've recorded yourself sleeping? That's a bit odd," he laughed. The laughter faded and he sighed contentedly, settling in. "Sleep. You sound exhausted."

[quartermaster_q]

"Mmm, okay," Q murmured, closing his eyes and drifting off.

[0_0_7]

Bond didn't sleep. He thought he might, but instead he simply lay still, holding Q and paying close attention to the man. The steady beat of his heart where Bond could feel his pulse. The soft whisper of his breath. The smell of him and the heat of him and every small sound. He got lost in the thoughts that he could have forgotten this...and how awful that would be. Having read his files he was sure there was very little he'd forgotten that was truly worth remembering. Orphaned, service, death...why would he want to recall any of that anyway, he wondered. No, he simply listened to Q and thought of how grateful he was to remember every detail of the man in his arms.