That's not exactly the sort of thing that James is prone to, and after the brief meeting with M, he goes to work off some of the anxious feelings that he's been having all morning, That was only made worse when he realizes that he has a mission he has to go out on, and he probably won't have Q in his ear for this one. Not that it should be hard, more of a honeypot mission really. While that's never been a problem before, something about it this time leaves a bad taste in his mouth, which is why he's in the pool doing lap after lap, trying to clear his mind. Finally, he stops, taking deep breaths as he sits on the edge of the pool.

"Are you going to tell him?" Eve asks from where she had come in and watched him the last few laps, smiling a little, admiring the wet, half-naked man in front of her. He was fun, but there's no way she'd go there again. No way in hell. But it doesn't mean she can't enjoy the eye candy.

Bond looks back at Eve for a few moments, taking a deep breath. "Tell who what exactly?" He asks as he watches her curiously, grabbing his towel and rubbing it over his cropped hair and face before he starts to dry the rest of himself off.

Shaking her head a little in amusement, Eve sighs a little. "You know exactly who I'm talking about, Bond. Q, of course." She says with a little smile. "Don't play coy. You two have been spending time together. I just thought that you should tell him, make sure that he's aware and prepared, rather than waiting until he finds out on his own. You know he'll be cross about it if you don't tell him yourself. I'm not suggesting anything is going on between you two beyond friendship." She reassures as she holds up her hands, then she smiles. "But you are an Alpha and an Omega, and as much as you might want to deny it, that will play a part." She says as she watches him carefully.

"If I didn't know better, I would think you were his bloody mother." Bond says with amusement. "As it happens, I was going to have a chat with him anyway, see how he's getting on with his little vacation. He'll have to look after himself, while I'm away, afterall." He says with a slight smirk. "And don't read anything into that, Moneypenny. He's the best Q we've ever had, and if I recall, the double-ohs have the highest success rate in years. Not to mention injuries have gone down significantly." He points out as he watches the woman, showing that he's not just a pretty face. He does pay attention, and he is much smarter than he might appear.

Eve seems surprised though and her eyebrows go up. "Well, you've been doing your research.. Preparing your argument rather well." She says with amusement as she looks at him, then she shakes her head "Do what you like, Bond. But don't come crying to me if things go wrong." She says with a little smile before she turns to head back to her office or wherever it was she was going when she decided to stop to chat up 007.

Shaking his head a little, Bond gathers his things and heads to the locker rooms to shower and change, disliking the smell of the chlorine from the pool, no matter how understanding he might be of its presence. This is just business, it's his job and the Quartermaster will understand that, no matter what personal feelings may or may not be there. Eve may be right however, the agent will have to proceed cautiously. Any other time he might not worry about it, but even with suppressors, hormones will be running high for Q right now. It will be best to do this face to face, James decides as he dresses and then heads for the door.

When Bond arrives at his flat, Q was dozing on the couch after finishing a bit of programming and paperwork which is spread out on his coffee table at the moment. He jerks awake at the knock on the door, making him get up and stumble toward the door. "Bond?" He asks in surprise as he peers through the peep hole, opening the door slowly. "What are you doing here?" He asks warily with a small frown.

James arches an eyebrow, but slips into the flat, looking around warily for a few moments, before he turns back to look at the young boffin. "I have a mission, I'll be leaving later on tonight." There's no need to beat around the bush so he figures the blunt way is the best. "It's nothing that should keep me away for very long. R can give me my kit." He says as he looks at Q, then adds, "It's just intelligence gathering." For some reason he can't make himself say what it is, that it's a honeypot mission. Intelligence gathering, yes, but it involves a beautiful woman and usually ends up in seduction.

Closing the door slowly, Q watches Bond warily for a moment, before he nods. "Ah. A so-called 'honeypot' mission, then. I'm still technically off work for the next two days, so you have no obligation to tell me about your mission. R will provide any assistance you need." He says in a cool tone, mostly angry at himself for the irrational jealousy he felt when he realized what Bond meant by 'intelligence gathering'. He disguises it though, by hiding in the kitchen and starting some tea, trying to withdraw and reconstruct his walls. He's not sure what exactly happened in the last few days, but it's not a good thing.

Following Q into the kitchen, Bond leans against the counter a little, watching the younger man for a few moments. "I'm sure. I'm not obligated to tell you anything, Q, but I'd like to think we're friends. If I disappeared for a few days, I wouldn't want you to worry." he says simply with a small smile. "And I didn't want you to get angry if you found out." He says with a small smile, coming up behind the brunette, putting his hand on his lower back for a moment, hesitating before he slides it up to rest on the back of his neck. "And I still want to make sure you're taking care of yourself." He says quietly.

Stiffening a little, Q turns and swats Bond's arm away, finding himself suddenly angry. "Friends. I would not worry about you after a few days, 007. A week, perhaps. A month, most definitely. But not a few days." He says as he glares a little at the older man. "And while we're on the topic, you should check yourself, Bond. You have fallen into the habit of being overly familiar with me. I am guilty of being lonely during this week, and I admit I acted out of weakness. However, I believe we should nip this in the bud, seeing as I'll be returning to work in a few days and you of course have your mission, which I am quite sure you'll be happy to get on with." he says in a cold tone, moving out of reach of the Alpha. And maybe he shouldn't take out his anger at the agent, but he has no other outlet, and the infuriating man makes a good target.

Even the most patient people can snap when their frustrations reach a certain peak, and James has just hit that point. He came here out of courtesy and because he admits to himself he actually likes Q, and could maybe, just maybe, see a future between them. The young boffin is also the most infuriating man he's ever met. There is a moment of stillness before he reaches out to grab the younger man by the wrists, shoving him back into a wall at the edge of the counter, and pinning his wrists to the wall while he lets out a growl. "You bloody idiot!" He hisses. "I've had about as much as I can stand at the moment of your idiocy. You may be able to fool others, but you can't fool me. I can see through your facade, I can read your body."He says in a low, dangerous tone. There's few times he's genuinely gotten angry, and unfortunately this is one of them. "There is no damned reason except stubbornness why you can't be my Omega." He says as he watches Q, before he moves closer, so their bodies are a hairs breadth apart. "You can't say it's just your Heat, either. The way you've responded to me over the past few months, the way you look whenever I get close, whenever our skin touches.." His hands gentle around the young Omega's wrists, index and middle fingers sliding up to press into his palms, as he drops his head slightly toward the startled looking man. "And don't be immature enough to use my job as an excuse, one that you never seemed to mind before, so long as I never smelled like them when I came back." he says before he lets out a frustrated growl under his breath, seeming about to say something else but he bridges the distance to claim Q's lips in a possessive, passionate kiss.

Normally Q would have a witty, sharp response ready by the time that Bond had finished talking, or even interrupt his monologue, the force which the agent uses and the reminder that he is quite lethal, silences the younger man for a moment as he stares up into the icy blue eyes of 007. This is not the normal agent that he's used to, this is an Alpha. One that frankly scares him a touch, but also makes his heart pound in a good way. And while he hates to admit it, James is right. He is excited by the agent's presence, and not just because of his Heat. He actually would like to be claimed by this man, but at the same time it scares him more than anything and he isn't entirely sure what to do about it. When the kiss comes though, he doesn't object, his whole body relaxing even as his instincts take control a little and he tries to push forward into the kiss, hampered a little by the hands holding his wrists though.

After thoroughly plundering Q's mouth and pulling the younger man's hands around his neck, James pulls away and takes a deep breath, his hands sliding down the brunette's sides to grab his hips. Slowly, the agent lowers his head and nuzzles lightly at the boffin's neck, placing a light kiss against the soft skin. "Q.. you are driving me bloody crazy..." He mumbles softly as he holds him, taking a slow, deep breath. "I need to go soon, get my gear and catch my flight." Bond says reluctantly, having calmed down at least a little though it seems. Lifting his head sharply, he looks at Q sharply for a moment, searching his eyes. "We will talk about this when I get back. Not at work. I understand that. Don't try and keep me out, Q, or avoid me, because I swear, I will break your bloody door down. Understood?" he asks, putting one hand along the side of Q's neck, thumb holding his chin up slightly so the agent can look into the younger man's eyes.

Feeling a little dazed from the kiss, Q leans his head back against the wall for a moment, arms remaining where they were placed around the agent's neck. A small shudder goes through his body when Bond turns his attentions toward his neck, and then he tries to pay attention to what the agent is saying to him, color creeping up his cheeks despite himself as he tries to recover himself. "Very well, Bond. When you get back, we'll talk, but that is all I'm promising." He says before he takes a deep breath. "You should go." He finally says, trying to recover himself.

With a slight smile as he looks at the younger man, James nods quietly and moves away, taking a slow, deep breath. "I'll see you when I get back." he says with a firm nod before he slowly moves away from the warmth of the boffin, straightening his jacket a little before he reaches out to brush his thumb across Q's lower lip. "I'll see you in a few days." And before anything else can be said, Bond turns and exits the kitchen, walking out the door without looking back.

Q is left a little weak in the knees as he watches the agent go and he sighs a little, closing his eyes and then taking a slow, deep breath to center himself and try to rebuild the walls that were just obliterated and try to figure out what he just agreed to. At times like these, sometimes he wishes he hadn't perfected his aloof facade quite so well. Then he might have someone to discuss this with. But between being the head of Q-branch and his own attitude, it turns out that he doesn't have any friends. And he doesn't dare talk to anyone at MI6. No, he's all alone to figure this out and he only has a few days to do it.


One of them finally got over their stubbornness and made the first move! Now the big question is.. how will their conversation go once Bond comes back? At least they will both be in their right minds, then. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you're still enjoying this!

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