Finally. He put down his glasses and blinked. He's been sitting on that chair for almost twelve hours and hasn't eaten anything besides some biscuits. Also, he didn't sleep much. There was no wonder he was looking forward to going home.
Most of the workers have already left - there were only a few cleaners by now. Q walked out of the building and breathed in the fresh air. He liked his 'basement kingdom' (Bond's term) but now that he could go outside and feel the soft wind touch his face, it was the best feeling in the whole day. It wasn't far to the nearest Tube station and it won't be that overcrowded anymore. He could even sit down if he wanted. Which he didn't, as his lower part informed him.
A black car suddenly came from behind the corner and Q instinctively went to the other side of the pavement, hand on his gun. He didn't care what people like Bond thought, he could shoot. He just hasn't tried it in the field yet but that was another thing.
The car stopped next to him and the driver opened the door. Q felt relief when he realized it was 007, who was now smiling at him.
„Need a ride, Q?" It was the first time they met since the… incident, as Q called it creatively.
„No, thank you." Q replied, trying to regain his confidence.
„Are you sure?"
„Positive. Now excuse me, I have to go."
The car followed him and Q suddenly felt awkward. He stopped and folded his arms.
Bond got out and Q immediately took a step back. „007, leave me alone or I'll be forced to shoot you."
It would probably have a better impact if Bond, that bastard, wasn't grinning so brightly.
„Q," he groaned. Um, yes, literally. „I'll take you home and then leave you alone. Just let me do that, you know I owe you."
Q gave up. „Don't you dare go faster than is the speed limit," he murmured when he was getting into the car with a reluctant expression.
XXX
They stopped in front of one of the lower buildings. „We're here. Thanks for the ride." Q went out but then, for some reason, stopped.
„Can I ask you something?" There, he said it.
„Anything."
„Why do you do it?"
Bond only nodded. Then he walked straight to Q and kissed him.
Q pushed him away, again. „Why do you do it?" He repeated. „Just to be clear, I'm not leaving before I get a decent answer. I deserve it."
Bond nodded again. „Back in the hotel, I panicked because I've never kissed… a man. This was new and quite scary. I needed to understand it."
„Well, do you?"
Bond hesitated for a moment. „I think so."
It was so strange to see the agent unsure. Q was almost certain that privilege belonged only to him, and there was something fascinating about that.
„So?" He asked, trying to get his thoughts together.
„So, I can't promise you anything. I can't promise you I won't get killed on the next mission. I can only promise that if you give me a chance, I'll never sleep with anyone else again."
Q stared at him because he definitely didn't expect that. He had imagined Bond telling him he's not interested, Bond telling him he wants him as a notch on the bedpost, Bond saying anything but this. This was a completely new level, and more than a declaration of love from someone like Bond.
„You can't be serious," he whispered, but the hand that caught his and pulled him closer showed him otherwise. He returned the kiss this time.
Some time later, they were sitting in Q's kitchen. Well, more like Q was sitting and Bond half lying on top of him.
„What's your name?" the agent asked suddenly, pulling a strand of hair from his face. Q knew it was to come back in a second but he didn't complain at all.
„Why do you want to know?" The older man noticed his forming smile and stole another kiss.
„Obviously, I want to know the name of my best mistake."
Q leaned closer and rested his forehead against Bond's.
He still wasn't sure if he can take it seriously but at the moment, the only thing that mattered was that they were alive and breathing and that he could hold Bond in his arms.
„James?"
„Yes?"
„Will."