Notes: What is this I don't even. In my defense, I am sick as a dog and my brain has melted.
Genderswap:
She's more vicious as a woman because she thinks she has to prove something to the world.
She's also ever more of a flirt, and certainly doesn't censure herself for the benefit of her new Quartermaster, who is flushing like mad every time she leans closer to him.
Bodyswap:
There's never been a time Bond was more aware of his own body than when he didn't have it at his disposal anymore.
On the other hand, this is rather an interesting turn of events. After all, the WoW tattoo on Q's hip makes for excellentblackmail material.
Drunk!fic:
Q's been drunk before, okay? And he's definitely old enough to be drinking, fuck you very much, but it's different this time because he hasn't gotten laid in months and he's drunk and it's dark and Bond is leaning against him and Q wants nothing more than to reach up and snog the shit out of him.
Huddling for warmth:
"You did this on purpose!" Q accuses, nose running from the cold. "This whole operation, supposedly requiring on-site tech assistance, it was all a ploy!"
Bond tries to look innocent and manhandles him under their shared blanket.
Pretending to be married/Forced to share a bed:
"Sharing a hotel room, okay, yes, I get that. But why is there only one bed?" Q demands.
Bond sighs. "It would have looked strange to request a double. And the bed is big enough to fit four or five people on it quite comfortably – I don't understand the problem."
Q throws his hands up in the air. "Fine. But I hope you're aware I'm a fretful sleeper, and if I roll on top of you at night, you'll know who to blame."
Bond mouth curls. "Looking forward to it."
Secretly a virgin/Truth or dare:
"No, but how? I've seen the mission reports! There was that double agent - Vesper Lynd! You were practically engaged! How could you be a virgin?"
Bond shrugs smugly. "I'm a good Catholic boy. I was waiting til marriage."
Q only stares, completely confounded.
"Your turn. Truth or dare?"
Amnesia:
"I'm not sure I believe you." Bond narrows his eyes.
"What, about the secret agent business?"
Bond pauses. "No. the other thing."
"That I am old enough to be working for MI6?"
"No. That we haven't fucked yet."
Cross-dressing:
"Why does it have to be me?" Q grumbles.
Bond raises an eyebrow. "I know I have a great arse, but I really don't think I could pull off that dress without looking like, well, a man in a dress."
"So you're saying that I can pull it off?" Q asks, unsure.
Bond shrugs. "With your girlish figure, certainly." He easily ducks out of the way of the vase Q lobs at his head.
end
Also, I lied, Daniel Craig CAN pull off a dress (youtube code aC8Ls-5nRxM).