James had one average working week off. He was honestly surprised when Q hadn't dobbed him in for the…incident. He'd expected hours of lectures about the indecency of shagging in someone else's office and the importance of his and his quartermasters "working relationship" but instead was greeted by M with a pat on the back, a good job and a grant for 5 days off. Moneypenny had eyed him viciously on his way in, scowling as he went. She'd reached under the table and released the doors with a little more force than what was necessary.

He was now sitting in his car, outside MI6 having realised he'd forgotten to ask where his new flat was. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and sent a text to Moneypenny, thinking that if anyone knew, it would be her.

Where's my flat? Forgot to ask. –Bond.

Bond started up the engine and began driving while he waited for the text. He reached the third set of traffic lights before his screen lit up.

Make it up to Q and I might tell you. –Moneypenny.

James huffed at his phone before he tossed it onto the passenger seat. Fat lot of good that'll do. The quartermaster almost shot his head off the last time he went in there. Literally. Q was testing a new gun that Bond was given specific instructions to stay away from until all testing was through and aimed it right between James' eyes when he opened the door. While Q had good reason, James thought it was a bit of an overreaction. After all, the only damage done really was nothing more than a few scattered papers.

Perhaps Q would fire the woman in a fit of rage. The notion made James smile. James had always wanted to see what Q would look like angry, red-faced and breathing deep. Mostly because that was the closest to post-orgasm, he'd found. Yesterday was his first time and it was directed at him. While the quartermasters face was barely even pink and his breathing was as even as ever, the ire in his voice excited James, lighting his blood with familiar challenge. He looked forward to the moment he'd get Q into bed with him very much It didn't even have to be a bed, James thought. He could settle for a counter or kitchen table. He wasn't entirely picky about these things.

James pulled over, thinking about Q's impossibly red lips and how gorgeous they'd look even redder from Bonds' kisses or better yet, stretched around Bonds' cock and who knows, maybe he'd even return the favour. He did love to feel his lovers squirm beneath him. To hear them pant and beg for him. If he thought about it deeper, James supposed it would point to him wanting to feel needed and in a way it did. There was a part of him, quite a substantial part, which craved attention.

He reached over to grab his phone and tapped the reply button on Eve's text.

Give me his address and I'll see what I can do. –Bond.

He waited for her reply, the hand that wasn't holding his phone, tapping at the steering wheel and when his screen lit up again, he nodded to himself and once again started the car. Q was, of course, still at work and would continue to be there for several more hours or until he was shepherded somewhat forcefully away from the computers and out the door. That gave him copious amounts of time to decide on his tactics.

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Q stood in M's office while his file was being read over. He made an attempt at asking why he was here but was silenced by a raised hand. M's eyes scanned over the paper for another minute before he looked up, seemingly surprised at seeing Q despite being the one who summoned him. "It has come to my attention that 007 was found in a compromising position with one of yours." Q nodded in confirmation as M adds; "In your office." The quartermaster sighs and again nods. "Why did you not inform me?" M asks, in a way that reminded Q of a parent who was dealing with a difficult child.

Q waved a hand hopelessly. "I didn't think it was important enough sir." He stands awkwardly, waiting to be dismissed. M is silent. His eyes cast meaningfully to the chairs. Q huffs a sigh and throws himself onto a chair. "To be clear sir, you want me to tell you about 007 fucking one of my own on my desk?" Q asked, tapping the arm of the chair.

To be fair, M didn't even bat an eyelid at Q's crass question. He simply inclined his head for the Quartermaster to proceed. Q sat a little straighter and began to recollect the events of the day leading up to his discovery of the double-oh agents indecently exposed in his office. M nodded his head as he listened, humming in the appropriate places.

Once Q had finished, he was motioned out with an "I'll get back to you on the 007 topic at a later date." Moneypenny sat perched on the edge of her desk, probably waiting for Q to come out. She hopped off and threaded her arm though his when he walked past. "My darling Q," she cooed. "How about you and me get a nice cup of coffee and talk about the big bad double-oh agents?" Q sighed but allowed himself to be led into the elevator.

Eve pushed the button for the Ground floor and within seconds the doors were opening again and Eve was tugging him out. "I feel so strange calling you anything but Q, even outside of the office." She stated, tucking her hand into Q's arm. He gave a knowing nod but otherwise stayed quiet. The pair exited the building in favour of a place that serves halfway decent beverages. A new café had opened three blocks closer than their usual. Eve jerked her head toward the entrance questioningly, earning a shrug and slow nod in answer.

Q eyed the interior somewhat suspiciously. He'd seen the construction underway of course. It was on his commute to and from work but the startlingly orange furniture made his eyebrows draw together and his gaze slide to Moneypenny. Her eyes lit up and a grin plastered itself on her face. "I like this place." She declared. Q rolled his eyes. "Of course you do." he sneered. "It looks like the inside of your wardrobe."

Eve hummed in agreement, her eyes scanning over the chalkboard menu strategically placed far enough away from the checkout counter to be asked if they're ready to order. "You'd better get used to it sweetie." she chimed. "I think we've found our new place."