Here's a cute little one written based on this prompt
00Q Prompt: Q tries to cook a romantic dinner as a surprise for James. Chaos ensues.
There is something wrong with Q's fire-alarm, which he had promptly discovered when it refused to shut off, possibly because he'd set something on fire. His instincts allowed him to quickly put out the flames, but now he is stuck with the loud beeping of the alarm ringing through his head. He tried to fan the bloody thing, even tried climbing up to pull it out of the ceiling. This was exactly how Bond found him when he ran into the room. Standing on a chair brandishing a butter-knife, a panicked expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" Bond shouts over the beeping noise "You nearly gave me a heart attack." pausing as the noise finally ceases he glances to the stove where a now blackened pot sits. "And what on earth is that?"
"I was…trying to cook dinner." says Q glancing at the blackened pot with a wince.
"What in god's name persuaded you to do that?" he says as he strides over and looks into the charcoal remains that were once Q's best pot.
Q hops off the chair and pushes it out of the way before beginning to nervously fiddle with the electric kettle. He mumbles something to himself with his back turned on Bond.
"I'm sorry what was that?" says Bond with a small smile as he walks up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"I said," he looks crossly at Bond with red rising to his cheeks "It is our anniversary, James."
"Ohhh," he smiles and plants a kiss on the other man's neck "and who was it that said 'anniversaries are an antiquated tradition with no real merit to modern society'?"
"I have no recollection of saying such things James." He says and turns around to plant a kiss to Bond's face.
Bond is thoroughly distracted and presses Q to the counter. What follows has both of them lying on the floor of the kitchen a few hours later, sweat clinging to their bodies and the blackene pot lays forgotten on the stove.
They decide to order take-away
