Q smiled. He let his body wander round the small apartment covered in the bright decorations and hanging décor, he had almost finished preparing his home for the oncoming season, Q had loved Christmas even from a young age, besides his computer, it was one of the rare things that filled him with excitement. He slowly turned to set his eyes on the 6ft fir tree standing proudly in the corner of the of his brightly furnished house. The feeling of glee washed over him as he watched the lights twinkle and shine off the messy tinsel that was lazily draped over the large tree; and the baubles of various colours shapes and sizes that hung from the strong braches. And finally, the large golden star that sat on the coffee table next to the him, the final piece that would complete his day of decorating.

As Q reached down to snatch up the star from the table he heard a short, hard knock at the front door, placing it back down he fumbled round the decorations he made his way to the front door. When he opened it he was faced with the stoic form of James Bond fumbling with the bow on a small, partially wrapped present in his hands. The agent looked up and locked eyes with his quartermaster.

'Bond', he said, flustered by the sudden arrival of the other man,' Why are you at my house?'

Bond smirked at him,' May I come in?'

Still confused over the agents appearance he shuffled out the way of the door inviting in the other man. He walked back into large living room, shortly followed by Bond who froze as he entered the room his eyes were scanning over the decorations hanging around the room.

'Bloody hell Q', Bond walked round the tree he looking over the tree leaning in to study the items that were hanging off of it. 'You've really gone all out haven't you?' he chuckled as he plopped him self onto the sofa, locking eyes with the younger male.

'Bond', Q paused to sit down next to the agent, 'Why are you here?'

'Am I not allowed to visit my favourite quartermaster?', he smiled reaching out the ruffle Q's hair.

'Well you must have a reason for just coming to visit me.'

'Well', Bond reached out to pick up the small package he had placed in front of him, 'You haven't been in for a few days', Bond paused as he shifted closer, Q could feel himself blushing, his face flushing red.

'I came to drop this off', the agent placed the box in Q's hand, as he retreated Q felt Bond's rough hand brush over his hand back into his lap.

'Wow', Q was honestly surprised, he had given one to the agent but he didn't expect to be given one back. 'Thank you, I'll put it by the tree.'.

'Is there enough room?'

Q grinned, pushed himself up off the sofa and leant down to place the small box under the tree.

'What about this?' Q turned and saw bond revolving the big, golden star in his hand that had been resting on the table. 'Shouldn't you put this up?'

'Well I was going to', Bond passed the quartermaster the bright decoration that twinkled as the lights danced across it's surface.

He stood up next the tree holding the star in one hand and resting his other on his hip, 'But then you knocked on the door and interrupted me'

'Terribly sorry' Q could feel the agent stand up and approach him whilst he stretched to place the star atop the tree.

Q pushed up onto the tip of his toe, but he struggled to place it on the tip of it.

'Here' Q gasped when he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist, 'Let me'.

The agent snatched the star from Q's long fingers and extended his arm perching the decoration on the tip of the green tree. Q could feel Bond's breath on the nape of his neck, it was warm, almost comforting and he could feel his heart starting to race. Q dropped his arm to his side leaning to feel the older male against. Bond's hand lowered to his shoulder and paused, Q's breath was shallow and he didn't move against all reason he didn't want to leave this position next to the agent. He felt safe. Bond's hand started to move, it trailed down his arm, his hand grabbed Q's and their fingers intertwined with each other.

'Q' It was almost inaudible to the quartermaster, Bond moved in closer tightening his grip around his waist.

Q turned to face Bond, their eyes locked with each others neither of them saying a word, Bond moved closer they were inches apart. His face turned a deeper shade of red, the agent's face was unreadable to him; Q moved his arms, bringing them to rest around Bond's neck and moved his face closer. Bond's breath on his lips, he didn't protest he stood with him, watching the colours of the lights fly over the older mans strong features. Bond laughed, and he closed the gaps between their lips in a passionate kiss, Q closed his eyes melting in Bond's hands feeling the other's tongue run across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth giving Bond more of him, his tongue met with Bond's and he moaned trying to deepen the kiss further. A few seconds passed until Bond pulled away.

Q opened his eyes to be welcomed by Bond who was laughing gazing at the ceiling. He looked up to see a small green and white plant hanging from the pale roof.

'Mistletoe' he whispered to himself. His head lowered to look at Bond once more, still blushing he leant in the kiss Bond on the cheek. He pulled back grinning at the agent in front of him. Bond placed both hands rounds Q's waist and embraced him.

'Merry Christmas Q.'.