Bond knocked at the door to Q's flat. Why M sent him to give files to Q on a Friday night he didn't know. Maybe because he had nothing else to do.
Q opened the door fresh from the shower, hair wet and dripping water over his bare chest, small towel wrapped around his waist and water still beading on his body. He cocked his head to the side at the sight of Bond.
"007. What can I do for you this week?" It had been two weeks since Bond had turned up just before he went out.
"Erm, ah." Bond coughed and looked away from Q for a moment. "A dossier from M, it's for the meeting on Monday, again." Bond looked nervous. Q just watched the agent's reaction, knowing the towel was sliding down his hips.
"I didn't realise you were M's errand boy, but thank you." Q looked Bond up and down, waiting to see if there was anything else. Bond just looked a little flustered and was looking around, anywhere but at Q. This made Q smile slightly, his mind already plotting.
"Ok then. Goodnight 007." Q turned around and just as he started closing the door, he slowly started sliding the towel off, the door clicking shut before the towel slid off totally. Q heard Bond mumbling about being stupid and being too old for these feelings and chuckled softly to himself. Oh yes, he could have some fun with this.
