Author's note: I'm back! Written a lot of stuff for later chapters so should get into a steady rhythm of uploading chapters again. Have a little smut and I promise you'll get a full blown chapter of it next time. Review! x
Chapter 10. Hopeful Meetings
"I can't believe they're letting Tom take over while you're gone, that's ludicrous," Q spluttered, his arms around me as we curled up on my sofa. We'd sat there since I got back, surrounded by tissues, cups of tea and chocolate that Q provided to try and cheer me up.
I just managed to give him a weak nod but he continued to rant.
"I hate Tom, he's a dick. I can't work with him! I love working with you."
I managed a small laugh, "That's because I have sex with you, Q."
He kissed me softly on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "That is not the only reason I enjoy working with you, Izzy."
"That's what most of the office seem to think."
"Fuck them."
I cuddled my head into the crook of his neck, "It's really hot when you swear, you know."
He laughed and kissed me again. It comforted me but not for long. The anxiety and grief of leaving made me feel sick and Mallory was already setting up arrangements for me to leave soon. I had a thorough medical examination tomorrow which I was dreading before a short briefing. I was told that I wouldn't be given much information as I wasn't a field agent with a mission - Mallory's specific words were "the less you know, the better" which was not reassuring. I sighed and tried to be as cheerful as possible for Q because I knew we were running out of time together before I had to leave. I sighed and reached over to the table for my cigarettes.
"Isabel," Q scolded, reaching to pull my hand back. I slapped him playfully.
"Leave me alone, you're not my father," I growled, shoving a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it. I inhaled the smoke and instantly calmed, relaxing back into Q's arms. I looked up into his face smiling and blew the smoke out.
"Stop that! I'm sure your father disagrees," He said, frowning.
"Do you really think my parents know that I smoke?" I replied.
He shrugged, "I guess not. Still, you shouldn't put those things in your mouth."
I smirked, pushing myself off of the sofa onto the floor, cigarette still in my hand, and kneeled in front of him.
"Well, guess what else I'm going to put in my mouth once I've finished this," I whispered, not taking my eyes off Q, deliberately taking my time with each puff of my cigarette. His eyebrows raised and his breathing got heavier.
"Do hurry up."
As I finished my last drag I stubbed my cigarette in the ash tray ever so slowly, never taking my eyes off Q. I smacked my lips together and started to unbutton my blouse. He stared back at me hungrily and I smiled. As I got rid of my blouse, I moved my hands to my breasts and sorted my bra, rubbing my hands over them teasingly. He licked his lips and held his hand out for me.
"Come here, gorgeous," he whispered.
I crawled closer and Q opened his legs, bringing his arms up behind his head and awaiting me. As I got close, I reached for the zipper of my skirt and awkwardly squirmed out of it. Today's underwear was black lace on top of violet silk, Q smiled, admiring them as I bent back down to unzip his trousers. He lifted himself slightly off the sofa to allow me to pull them down. I smiled and moved my hand to the bulge at his pants, cooing words of appreciation as his hands caressed my arms. I slowly traced my fingers at the edge of his boxers and I could tell he was getting impatient. His hand moved from my arm to my shoulder and he pulled on my bra strap before letting go.
"Ow! I screamed.
"Stop being such a tease, Isabel," he taunted, pinging my bra strap again.
I looked up at him and scowled, he had a terribly cute smirk on his face that just made me even more aroused. I roughly pulled down his boxers and grasped his cock tightly in my hand, eliciting a gasp from him. He let his head fall back against the sofa as I began to move my hand up and down before I bent down and took him into my mouth. He moaned and I slowly moved my way down his length, sucking generously. He desperately moved one hand to my hair and another stroked my face.
"Oh god, Isabel," he gasped as I continued, taking as much of him as I could. My throat relaxing and taking him in easily. He raked his hands through my hair as he moaned and deliciously cursed and egged me on. I loved this. I loved seeing him writhe in pleasure by my doing.
I got faster and I knew he was close, I hollowed my cheeks as his moans got louder, "Yes, Izzy! Oh, you filthy girl, you're so good, Oh! -" he cried out as he came, pushing my head right down to the base of his cock, I could feel him right down in the back of my throat as I tried hard not to gag. His breathing calmed and I lifted my head, licking my lips in delight and smiling at him. His face was bright red and his glasses askew. He sorted them and sat forward, his hands moving to my face again.
"Now, my turn."
I made my way along to the doctor's office, begrudgingly, for my 9am appointment - I was early and tired, I would've much rather stayed in bed with Q. I arrived sharp and knocked on the door, it opened almost immediately.
The doctor was a large, sour-faced woman who seemed sexless and unwelcoming. She grunted a hello as I entered and I knew already I wasn't going to enjoy this. I took a seat where she indicated and she sat across at me, browsing at my file on her computer and scowling.
"My name's Doctor Lewis, you must be Miss Taylor," she mumbled.
I nodded and she frowned at me until I finally said yes.
"This will be a thorough but brief run-through of all aspects of your health just to make sure you're healthy and fit enough to travel away for a few months," she continued.
"Do you know where I'm going?" I asked.
She frowned again and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "If you haven't been told yourself I'd rather not give away the information. Now, if I can just start by taking your height and weight - we'll begin at the basics."
She tutted as she weighed me and I sighed.
"You are awfully skinny, do you eat enough? You need to have a healthy, balanced diet for going away. If you catch any bugs, you may get very ill very quickly," she scolded.
I sat back down, crossing my arms and waited for her to sit down also.
"I've always been skinny, it's not a big deal," I protested.
She made a noise of disbelief and typed something into the computer - she'd turned her monitor back around so I couldn't see. She continued to ask me various questions and do all sort of tedious, boring tests like any other usual health check-up. She irritated me and every answer seemed to disappoint or anger her a little.
"Now, do you smoke?" she inquired.
"Yes," I spat.
She tutted again and this time I did roll my eyes, "That needs to stop straight away, you know how much it can affect your health."
"You sound exactly like my boyfriend," I sighed.
She raised her eyebrows, taking her hands away from the keyboard and putting her hands together in front of her - I felt like a little child sent to the headmaster - why was she so hostile to me?
"Ah, now that leads me on to the last part - your sexual health."
"Oh, Jesus Christ, is that really necessary?" I gasped, mortified.
"Unfortunately, yes, M was pretty clear on his instructions for you," she said, a small smile creeping on her face. Oh, that's why - she knew about the footage. I suppressed my rage and faked a smile.
"Are you having safe sex?" she said almost mockingly.
"I'm on the pill," I replied.
"No condoms then?" she asked and I grit my teeth in annoyance.
"My boyfriend hasn't had any other sexual partners so it isn't necessary."
"But you have?"
I paused for a moment as she stared at me, accusingly. I hadn't thought about it like that.
"Of course," I muttered.
"Isn't that rather unfair on your boyfriend?"
"We've talked about it, he's fine with it." This was true.
"Hmmm. Obviously I have to inform you that you can't always rely on the pill."
"And condoms?" I couldn't help but smirk. I wasn't a 16 year old that needed lecturing about safe sex.
She scowled at me, "Well yes. If you catch a bug whilst you are away your pill will become ineffective."
"I won't be having sex whilst I'm away..."
It was her turn to smile, sweetly with just a hint of sarcasm. Bitch. She continued, "Anyway, just as procedure I'm going to have to ask you for a urine sample as a pregnancy -"
"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed.
"Do you have something to hide, Miss Taylor?"
"No! Stop being so condescending. I don't have to prove to you that I'm not pregnant!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice, this is on M's instructions."
"Then I'll take it up with him! You are rude, unprofessional and this is making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I'm leaving, I'll schedule another appointment."
As I made my way to leave, furiously grabbing my bag from the floor I heard her speak again.
"It's funny that you talk about that. I saw your little video, Miss Taylor, and I'm sure we both know which of us here is unprofessional."
I stopped at the door, chuckling to myself and turned to face her.
"At least we can then assure that I'm great in the sack, you boring old fuck."
I left and slammed the door, laughing.
"You do realise Dr Lewis has filed a complaint against you?" Mallory sighed, sitting down at his desk exasperated.
I raised my hands in defence and smiled, "She was rude to me too, I can assure you."
"Enough, I'll deal with it later. I am going to have to send you back for the tests you refused to take. Oddly suspicious, Miss Taylor," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I am not pregnant!" I protested, scowling, "I'm not a child, stop treating me like one. I don't need to be reminded of safe sex by some rotten doctor who hasn't been laid in god knows how long."
I could swear I saw a slight smile creep on Mallory's face. Deep down, I knew he was quite fond of me.
"I will get you a different doctor. As well as the health tests, I'm going to have to arrange at least one lesson in firearms - just as a precaution."
I was stunned. This was certainly not in my job description.
"Where on earth are you sending me?" I asked quietly.
"Rio. You'll be accompanying 007 on a mission, you won't have to do much but you'll be mostly responsible for his safety and getting your way around the heavy surveillance there."
Brazil... one of my favourite countries in the world but it was so far away. I tried not to get too emotional in front of Mallory.
"James Bond? He doesn't listen to anyone, M, I doubt he'd even trust a woman in his care."
"I can assure you he will, or he'll have me to answer to. You'll leave in a week, I'll give you time off up until then to clear up any unfinished work, complete your tests and spend time with Q before you leave."
I smiled at him, shocked slightly by his generosity.
"Thank you. Q works such ridiculous hours though, I'm not sure what time I'd have with him if I wasn't working with him," I sighed.
"I phoned Q 10 minutes before you came to tell him he had the week off too. Don't let it go to waste, Isabel," Mallory replied and I smiled again. He had a kind heart, really.
I thanked him and got up to leave, almost running to the door so I could tell Q the good news.
"Isabel - I'm terribly sorry about your previous relationship being brought up at your meeting, that wasn't supposed to happen," I heard Mallory whisper.
I turned around, my stomach churning. I appreciated his apology but I hated talking about this, "It's fine. It wasn't as bad as you think it was, M. He hit me once, I ended it. I'm happy now," I whispered, biting my lip. I hadn't even told Q any of this yet.
"You're happy with Q?" Mallory asked.
I nodded and he gave me a small smile, getting up and coming closer to me.
"Then that's all that matters. Have a nice break off of work and good luck with Bond," he offered his hand and I shook it confidently. He opened the door for me and I left, feeling pleasantly optimistic about my work situation.
And I couldn't wait to see Q's face when I told him I was going on a mission with James Bond.