Q takes a sip of his earl grey. He's been doing that all morning. Which wouldn't be unusual for him.

What is unusual, is that he's doing it to try and put James Bond out of his head. Those blue eyes, such a piercing stare that sends weird shivers bouncing through his body. It's gotten to the point where every time Bond enters the M16 office, Q finds himself catching as many surreptitious glances as he can. Trying to stop himself biting his lip when he hears the mellow, husky tones drifting across the room.

He keeps thinking of their first conversation. After all the talk of "pulling the trigger" and "exploding pens"...well, Q can't stop thinking of James's body behind his own at night, his arms reaching round to pump Q to ecstasy. His soft lips gently pressing sweet kisses onto Q's shoulders, that husk in his ear telling him to let go. It's driving him mad.

So when James comes over to his desk a few mornings later, amidst a pause about security and national defence, Q bites the bullet. His mouth is dry.

"Fancy getting coffee later?"

"I thought you only drank tea?"

"It's an expression, James."

The name, the familiarly he's not yet sure he's earned is out of his mouth before he can prevent it, but his shoulders gradually untense as the man smiles, and leans forward.

"It's a date."

Then he straightens back, and saunters off, and it's several moments before Q feels he has his heart back in his chest again.