James - Winter GP

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Q attempted to be casual as he looked James over, but he couldn't really hide the way his gaze lingered.

"I'll feed the cats while you sort yourself a drink then," the boffin offered, wetting his lips with a thoughtful flick of his tongue and carrying one of the balls of fur off to the kitchen.

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Bond poured himself a generous measure, considered an ice cube, then decided against it. While Q was off feeding his overlords Bond swallowed the measure in his glass with barely a wince and then refilling it.

He moved to the sofa and kicked up his feet.

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When Q finally joined him he had a fresh cup of tea, and he settled onto the sofa with his legs tucked beneath himself.

"There's a tree in storage," he admitted. "Silver thing, very fake with blue lights. ...I've always sort of liked it."

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"We should set it up," he replied thoughtfully. "You definitely need some trappings to make this place more festive."

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Q nodded a little, then glanced over.

"Is there something you'd actually like for Christmas?" he asked.

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"I'd like to be here," he said. "No last minute mission. Just a lovely, quiet holiday."

He paused.

"With a proper goose," he teased, unable to hide his cocky smirk.

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"I will be so very cross if there's a goose," Q sighed.

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"There's going to be a goose," he replied so evenly it was impossible to tell if he was resolute or taking the piss.

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"Bring home a goose and your next car will be a Fiesta," the boffin threatened.

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"I do like it when you play rough," he laughed.

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"That's my line," Q said, one foot coming out to nudge James' knee gently.

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Bond took a sip of his vodka and then put the glass aside. He sat up and leaned in, catching Q's ankle and holding him there.

"I know you do," he grinned.

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Q laughed a little, putting his tea down as he used his other foot to try and push James off.

"One day I'll uncover what makes your knees weakest and you'll forever be at my mercy," he warned. "I wonder what it is. Cat girls? Food? Feet?" he teased, wiggling his toes.

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"It is definitely not feet. Although yours are very nice. Yes, good...put them away," Bond said, swatting at Q's toes.

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The boffin laughed and pulled his feet away.

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"You're absolutely terrible," Bond said, then reached for his glass. "Only coal for you this year."

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Q pretended to pout, then inched a bit closer.

"Go on, give me a hint. There must be something that really gets you going. Boys in skirts? Women in slacks? Tickling? God, I hope it's not tickling..."

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"Well..." he drawled. "There's something to be said for a beautiful neck."

He drew his fingers along Q's throat.

"And I've found lately I'm quite fond of glasses."

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Q leaned into the touch and hummed a little.

"Oh?" he asked. "I'm sure we can do something with both these things. Neckties and glasses in the bedroom? That could be terribly sexy I think," Q mused, tugging a bit at Bond's sweater. "What else?"

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He couldn't resist his curiosity and so reached out and slipped Q's glasses off, only so he could try them on himself.

"How do I look?" he asked. "Terribly sexy?"

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Q squinted as his eyes adjusted, and hummed thoughtfully.

"You suit them actually. In another life you'd have been a very hot maths teacher," he decided. "I'd have certainly been aiming for detention."

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"I think someone has a school house fetish," he teased lightly. "Would it just kill you to call me sir for a bit?"

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Q considered that. He'd declined to in the past, but after a long moment, he shrugged.

"I suppose I could, Sir."

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"Hmm. I think I can work with this," Bond said. He righted himself and took another sip. "Good lord it's been a long time since school."

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"Longer for some of us," Q teased, grinning a bit and taking his glasses back. He plucked them off Bond's nose, slipping them back on before stealing a quick kiss.

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"How bad are your eyes, really, Q? Because I'll never try your glasses on again," he said. Bond rose to his feet and offered Q a hand up. 'Come with me."