Bond

[cuppa_q]

Taking a break from picking apart the computers in the Lab, Q was currently home alone- Bored. Bored was never a good thing for the boffin to be, it tended to get him in trouble, and he was currently making a mess in the bedroom, clothes all over the floor from where he'd been digging in the closet for the few tools he'd scavenged over the past few months. Between the piles of clothes were several deconstructed phones he'd found on the beach, all in various states of disrepair. ...And, of course, right in the center of the chaos sat Q himself.

He knew Bond wouldn't be impressed by the mess (Harry seemed less likely to mind), but that, on some level, was part of what he was up to. He was bored and irritating Bond was one way to entertain himself.

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[0_0_7]

They walked in silence, nearly to the village before Bond spoke again.

"Do you truly believe I'm going to leave you?" he asked quietly.

[cuppa_q]

"Everyone else has, in time, and you- Well, you have a history of leaving people. Have a history of leaving me, even," Q pointed out. "It feels inevitable."

[0_0_7]

Bond pulled him to a stop and turned to face him. His blue gaze was intense, burning into Q.

"The only way I'll leave you is if I'm dead," he said firmly.

[cuppa_q]

In the moment, Q was sure that Bond believed that. That to James that was true- But Q couldn't bring himself to fall for such a fairytale. Still, his intention wasn't to upset Bond, and so he offered something calm in reply.

"Alright," he said gently. "Just let it be, Bond. It's alright."

[0_0_7]

It wasn't alright, though. He didn't know how to convince Q of how he felt. This was so different from any conquest. This was love, this was trust. He trusted Q more than anyone else in the world, more than anyone he'd ever trusted in his life.

At a loss for words, he took hold of Q and pulled him in to kiss him. It was rough and passionate and hungry.

[cuppa_q]

Startled, Q tensed and tried to pull away- Before finally relaxing into it, letting James believe it was enough. He could tell Bond needed to feel as though Q wasn't worried, and Q could give him that. He could pretend to not feel this way if that was what Bond needed.

[0_0_7]

When Q responded well, Bond cradled his face and kissed him more deeply. Slower. Searching for a sign Q may feel the same for him. That he was loved, not simply some infatuation that Q himself might grow bored with at some point.

[cuppa_q]

Q did love him, he did, and despite his mood and his fears, that showed. Though he did eventually pull away.

[0_0_7]

Bond licked his lips, chasing the ghost of Q's kiss. Then he reached down and took hold of the other man's hand again.

"Let's go home."

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded, aware that he should treasure this while he could, and he gave Bond's hand a light squeeze.

[0_0_7]

Once back at the cottage, Bond kicked off his shoes and stole one more kiss from Q.

"I'll put the kettle on," he said. Not because he wanted a cuppa, but he was certain Q would.

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded, returning to the bedroom and looking at the mess he'd made. It wasn't so bad really, and soon enough he had most of it put away again, and the remainder in piles, waiting to be folded, hung, or stored away.

He was back on the floor though, this time surrounded by piles rather than chaos.

[0_0_7]

In the time it took for Q to tidy, Bond had two cups of tea done up just the way Q liked. He carried them both into the bedroom and offered Q his favorite mug.

"This is better," he said. He could live with piles of things. For a while. "Do you enjoy the floor so much?"

[cuppa_q]

"More space to work," Q replied, pausing, then looking up. "I miss my lab."

[0_0_7]

"I miss it, too," he replied. "I loved seeing all the toys you'd come up with."

[cuppa_q]

Q took his mug, holding it close to his chest. "I miss a lot of things, it seems. I thought I was content here."

[0_0_7]

"I think you can be content and still long for things, Q. I think we can both agree being here is a huge disruption to our lives," Bond said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

[cuppa_q]

"I suppose," Q agreed, looking around at the piles of clothes and junk.

[0_0_7]

"If you could have anything from home, anything at all, what would you want most?" Bond asked.

[cuppa_q]

"My laptop, I think. ...What about you? Some absurdly expensive drink or your car, I imagine," Q replied.

[0_0_7]

"I'd really like my telly to play the news," he replied. "Between your laptop and my telly I think we wouldn't feel quite so cut off."

[cuppa_q]

"Except there's no wifi or digital broadcast," Q pointed out. "So we'd have toys that didn't work."

[0_0_7]

"I'd only want them if they worked," Bond conceded. "Suppose I'll just have to wish for a bottle of good vodka, because like wifi and broadcast, my car would be useless without roads."

[cuppa_q]

"I'd settle for my workbench and tools, I suppose," Q sighed, sipping his tea.

[0_0_7]

"The next time some sort of place turns up, we should see about setting you up with something," Bond said thoughtfully. "Some proper tools, a proper space. You could take over one of those flats in the basement as your own work area," he suggested.