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londoncallingrpgOutside 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.)
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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Date: 2015-01-15 06:20 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2015-01-15 06:28 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2015-01-15 06:41 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2015-01-15 06:56 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2015-01-15 07:05 am (UTC)"Terribly unhygienic," Q quipped, tutting a little. "I've been on the floor of a bank you know."
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Date: 2015-01-15 07:14 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2015-01-15 08:41 pm (UTC)"How can I say no? You're so very tempting, Bond."
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Date: 2015-01-15 09:15 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-01-15 09:22 pm (UTC)