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[quartermaster_q]

Outside of work, outside of his relationship with James, and outside of the various naughty activities (both online and off) he got up to in his spare time, Q lived a fairly normal life. He rode the tube, picked up his shopping, took care of his beloved cat... Normal things. Boring things. ...Things that kept him grounded at least somewhat in the world all the normals and civilians called home. It was nice, usually- A tiny escape from the reality he knew.

Though it was also, on occasion, painfully dull- And living in said world meant dealing with normal inconveniences, like going to the bank- and having said bank held up when all you wanted to do was deposit a bloody check- Something you could have done online if their website hadn't been so bloody rubbish.

He was sitting on the floor, along with several other hostages, watching as four armed men shouted at the two cashiers and the bank manager. They wore masks, so Q didn't feel as though he was in any intimidate danger (more likely to just take the money and run than shoot), but he was feeling a touch inconvenienced. The sooner this was over, the better.

Slipping his hand casually into his pocket, he sent off three texts.

The first went to Bond:

If you're not terribly busy, perhaps you could come fetch me? 4m4g17hSparrow

The next went out to all of Q branch:

Activate LCCTV44670. Thank you. - Q

The last went out to a special list he'd compiled of local agents and officers. Not just five and six, but anyone he'd deemed competent and worthy of a small amount of trust:

If anyone would be so kind, I could use a little help. Code 8967-793Q

With any luck, this would all be sorted soon enough.

(Open to all! If you are police/agent/whatever feel free to assume you got Q's text (and that the code given lets you know who he is and why you should go get him). If you are none of those things, feel free to be a hostage as well, or simply passing by! I'd prefer if no one got hurt or anything (it's just meant to be a tiny bit of excitement), but if you really want your pup to get hurt, that's fine.)

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[quartermaster_q]

Q hummed, but was otherwise silent. It was clear that he wasn't keen on Bond going, but he knew better than to try and convince the agent not to go. Work was work, and his feelings for Bond had no place there.

Oberon had finished eating, and he wound himself around Q's legs before crying for hiss attention. The young Quartermaster didn't hesitate to cave to the cat's demands, bending low and scooping up the fluffy white beast to carry him over to the sofa.

Quietly, he hugged the animal to his chest, hoping Bond wasn't watching as he buried his face in its fur. The cat rumbled, the sound and vibrations comforting as Q held him closer and allowed himself the briefest moment of panic and fear, before composing himself and pushing his worries and concerns away.

Bond would be fine. Bond was always fine- It was part of what made Bond, Bond after all.

[0_0_7]

Bond remained in the kitchen, warming the parmigiana and pasta and serving them so they could eat like civilized people. By the time he brought the plates out Oberon was curled in Q's lap.

"Here we go," he said. "Would you like some wine? I opened a bottle to breathe a little while ago."

He wasn't oblivious. He was sure Q must be upset. It was a dangerous mission. China was...daunting.

[quartermaster_q]

"Sounds lovely," Q replied, offering a small smile and a nod, then gingerly placing oberon on the floor.

Bond was leaving Friday- That meant the next few days were to be savoured and enjoyed to the fullest, starting tonight. Starting right now.

[0_0_7]

Bond poured the wine and returned again to eat his food, sitting close to Q. He could feel the tension between them and so he swallowed, took a sip, and looked at Q.

"I will come home to you," he promised. "You need not worry."

[quartermaster_q]

"Bloody right you will," Q replied in that crisp and posh tone he always defaulted to. "But I will worry if I choose to, Bond. I will worry every second you are gone, I will worry as I guide you, worry as I watch over you, and worry as I remind you for the millionth time to bring the bloody tech back- Is that clear, double-o seven? Because I love you- and my understanding is that love makes one absolutely mental, no matter how brilliant they are- And I am, you know. I am brilliant, and that brilliance is your tool to use to get back here. Always."

[0_0_7]

He reached up and cupped Q's jaw, his thumb pressing to the man's lips to staunch the flow of words.

"Of course, Q," he said. "Always."

He punctuated that with a nod and then leaned in to kiss him, a brush of his lips that was slow and sweet and full of promise.

"You have to swear you won't stand guard at your console the whole time. You'll need to eat. And sleep."

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm not budging an inch from my station until you return. You want me fed and watered? Well, you better come home and take care of it yourself," Q replied in a low and almost growling tone, before leaning in to kiss Bond again.

[0_0_7]

It was in moments like this when Q's voice took on a raw quality that Bond found himself utterly helpless. All he could do was nod, agreeing completely, and then surrendering himself to the power of Q's kiss. The need was amazing. Bond had kissed so many and there was always desire but there had never been this sort of raw, unbridled need. It was intoxicating.

[quartermaster_q]

Q lingered, not wanting to stop, but his stomach soon demanded he actually eat what was on his plate, and he pulled away slowly to dig into his meal.

[0_0_7]

The food was amazing, even for being reheated take away. The quality was well worth the cost, Bond thought. He ate his own and even fed Oberon a few bits of chicken, much to the cat's delight.

[quartermaster_q]

"Now who's spoiling the cat?" Q teased lightly, finishing his meal and putting his plate aside. "You never let me eat out of your palm. I think I'm a bit jealous, double-o seven."

[0_0_7]

"How about if I bring you sweets from China and feed them to you, bite by bite, until you're sick?" Bond teased, though it was clear if Q said yes then Bond would make it happen.

[quartermaster_q]

Q laughed softly, shrugging off his cardigan, then shifting and putting his feet up on the sofa beside Bond as he stretched out.

"I don't want sweets. Though I can think of other things I wouldn't mind a nibble on," he teased, nudging Bond gently with one sock-clad foot.

[0_0_7]

"Oh? Is that so?" he asked. Bond casually took a sip of wine then he toed off his own shoes and turned on Q to dig a knee into the sofa and hover over him.

"I could eat you up," he said, smiling like a man utterly lost in love. Which was appropriate, really. Utterly lost.

[quartermaster_q]

"Terribly unhygienic," Q quipped, tutting a little. "I've been on the floor of a bank you know."

[0_0_7]

"Maybe you should come with me and scrub up," Bond suggested. "We could have a soak in the tub. I'll scrub your back..."

The way he was looking at Q though it was clear the man's back was the last thing on his mind.

[quartermaster_q]

Q reached out running the tips of his fingers along the line of Bond's jaw, then pulled the other man down and kissed him softly.

"How can I say no? You're so very tempting, Bond."

[0_0_7]

Bond caught his mouth and kissed him with eager fervor, his tongue sweet and warm.

"I love you," he gasped between kisses. "Come...come with me..."

It took a supreme amount of effort but he managed to pull himself away and rise, offering Q his hand.

[quartermaster_q]

Continued here.