II
Nap
Q was absolutely sure that he'd been alone when he lay down on the cot in his office to rest. It had gone something like this:
The mission to Australia where he nearly died had taken a toll on him, enough that even he knew that he had to rest. Nightmares and fevered dreams kept him up at night, so his usual insomnia was worse than ever.
Placing his head in his hands, he didn't look up when the office door open. "If it can wait, then it can wait," he said without looking up from where he was sitting at his desk, near the cot where he was about to lie down.
"You're not sleeping at night, are you?"
He sighed at the familiar voice of 007. "Not in the mood for your games today, double-oh seven. Just… just go away, please," he said, rubbing his temples before looking stubbornly at the computer screen. He decided he'd go to sleep once 007 left, no need to boost the other's ego by proving him right.
It said something about his current state of mind when he didn't resist 007—Bond—wrapping a hand around a wrist and gently tugging him away from the desk. Bond gently guided him to the in-office cot and set him down before he walked away and locked the door with a soft click. Then the cot dipped as he sat down next to Q and tugged him down so that he was lying down. Then Q fuzzily assumed that Bond had gotten up and walked away.
That was the last thing Q remembered.
Now though, he could feel that he was snuggled up against a warm and comfortable form. Shaking the fuzziness out of his head, he started to get up when he became rather aware of the arm wrapped tight around his waist. Frowning, he settled back down and turned over to get a better look at his captor.
Bond was fast asleep—well, as asleep as a secret Double-O agent would ever get anyway. Q stared at him for a few moments, noting the relaxed stress lines and wondered if the agent was truly at peace for these few precious seconds. Then, because he couldn't really move (and Bond + cot = comfortable, not that he'd ever admit that aloud), Q settled back down in the secret agent's hold and carefully adjusted himself so that he was comfortable again. Then, in the last bid for comfort, he leaned his head against Bond's chest, silently praying to any higher powers that if Bond caught him like this, he wouldn't bring it up again.
His only warning was the tightening of Bond's arm before the agent pulled him closer, tucking Q's head underneath his chin, all seemingly in his sleep. It took Q a few moments to calm down again (Bond wasn't about to choke him to death in his sleep, was he?), but once he did, he actually did relax completely against Bond's body, where it was warm and more importantly, safe.
He did not dream at all during that nap.
A/N: Day Two: cuddling somewhere