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Rose finished her book while she waited. Sadly, she hadn't brought any others with her.
Maybe Q has something I could borrow...
Sighing, she turned back to the first page.
It is universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
The blonde stopped immediately. She closed the book and exhaled through her nose.
That is such bullshit.
She angrily tossed the paperback onto the glass table at the center of the sitting room. Letting out an aggravated groan, she looked up at the ceiling.
"Tanner?" She called, rolling off the chaise.
The man poked his head out of the kitchen. "Yes?"
"I'm going to go take a nap until everyone gets here. Alright?"
He smiled kindly. "Of course. I'll wake you when they arrive."
Rose nodded, padding through the room with her bare feet. "Thanks."
"No problem."
The woman entered one of the master bedrooms. The room was extravagant, with gold and cream notes throughout. The sheer size of it rivalled the extent of her previous apartment. The sheets on the king-size bed were made of golden silk. Crystal lamps and glass tables surrounded the area, accompanied by a monstrous oak chest of drawers and a polished desk. Floor-length windows covered the far wall, showing the amazing landmarks and horizon of the city.
The blonde locked the door. She stripped out of her clothes, only leaving her in a thin camisole and black panties. She took off her glasses, folding them before placing them on the bedside table. Rose flopped onto the bed with a sigh of pure pleasure. As soon as her eyes closed, she drifted off into unconsciousness.
...
Rose felt the sharp bite of teeth against the sensitive skin where her neck meets the shoulder.
"You're so very naughty, Rose," The voice hummed.
Desire, thick and hot, pooled in the woman's belly. She closed her eyes. The lips were on her neck, nibbling and biting. To erase the tinge of pain, a hot tongue laved gently over the tanned expanse of skin, easing the sting.
Suddenly, the room shifted. Rose opened her eyes, frowning in confusion.
A handsome young man with horn-rimmed glasses was smirking at her. He sat on top of what looked like a computer desk, legs swinging lazily. His arms were crossed over his chest. He wore a pinstriped button-down with a navy cable knit sweater over top. His long legs were encased in black slacks.
"Hello Rose."
The blonde stumbled back in shock. His voice was the same as the man in the darkness.
"Q?" She breathed, stepping forward. Looking down, she saw that she was only clothed in her black camisole and underwear.
The Quartermaster's pupils dilated. An animalistic expression consumed his features. Gracefully, the man slid off his desk. He strode predatorily towards her. The sight was not unlike that of a lion stalking its prey.
The look he gave sent jolts of fear, excitement, and longing through her. The ache between her thighs magnified.
He didn't speak. The handsome man stopped mere inches from the blonde. His hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Rose's breath hitched at the contact, leaning her head slightly into his touch. His long fingers caressed the side of her face. She watched the man carefully- blue eyes widening. She held her breath, afraid of shattering the moment. Q's expression softened. His fingers trailed across the woman's cheek before running across her lower lip. The blonde's blood seared in her veins. The heat in her belly increased.
The Quartermaster leaned forward, brushing his lips against her jaw. He left a trail of fire on her skin.
She could feel lips stretch into a smirk as they moved to the sensitive expanse between her neck and jaw.
"Breathe, Rose," he reminded, humming quietly.
The blonde sucked air into her lungs immediately, realizing that she'd become dizzy.
Q's smirk grew. "Good girl. I like it when you are obedient."
Reaching up, he stroked her cheekbone languorously. Running his slim fingers across her skin, he moved to her chin, grasping it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Leaning forward, he planted a brief, chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth, sending Rose reeling. Her insides clenched at the thrilling touch of his lips. It was like being shocked with an exposed wire.
Gasping softly, Rose turned her head, attempting to make their lips meet.
Tsking softly, Q pulled away. Hazel eyes behind horn-rimmed frames.
"It's time to wake up, Rose."
Her brows knitted in confusion. "What?"
He smirked, leaning down. He finally pressed his lips languidly against hers.
"Wake up."
...
Rose opened her eyes slowly. Rays from the sun warmed her skin as they came through the large windowpane.
Heavy knocks rammed against the bedroom door.
In her sleep deprived state, the woman's heartbeat elevated from the shock. Sliding off the bed, she padded groggily to the door, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Without her glasses, her vision was distorted and blurry. Her bare foot caught the edge of the bureau. Swearing colorfully, Rose hopped around. She bit her lip, groaning.
She watched the doorknob turn. The banging on the door increased.
"Rose? Are you alright?!" Tanner sounded alarmed.
The pain was already beginning to lessen. "Yeah... just stubbed my goddamned toe! Give me a minute-" The blonde rushed to the nightstand to retrieve her glasses. She slipped on her black skinny jeans and royal blue knit sweater before limping to the door.
She ripped it open in frustration, cutting off the obnoxious pounding. Running a rough hand through her thick blonde hair, she gazed at Tanner unpleasantly. Her glare was deadly.
The man shifted under her gaze, having enough grace to flush in embarrassment.
"U-um sorry, Miss Jamison..." He coughed, taking in her rumpled state. "The crew has finished with testing for fingerprints. They didn't find anything."
Rose crossed her arms. "Alright..."
Tanner scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh... Q's in the front room. He wanted to speak with you before we get back to headquarters. Something about an upgraded sniper rifle for you."
The sound of just his name had heat pooling in her belly. Rose nodded, pushing past the man to return to the sitting room. She paused momentarily as she saw him- just taking him in.
He looked out of place sitting on the ivory chaise lounge. His palms were pressed together- as if in prayer- and rested against
the bridge of his nose. His eyes were closed. He was leaning forward, resting his elbows against his bent knees. His brown curls were wild, as if he'd run his fingers through them one too many times. His wide shoulders were filled with tension.
Rose stepped into the room, alerting the man of her presence. He straightened immediately, pushing his glasses up and fixing the cowl-neck of his navy sweater. The blonde smiled as he stayed seated and reached for her. She walked to him arms without question. She hugged him awkwardly, but it didn't really matter. The blonde breathed in the Quartermaster's musky cologne. It was surprising how much the scent calmed her. She wound her arms around his narrow waist. She felt lips press against her hair. Strong arms took the woman by surprise and tugged her into his lap. Rose sat across his legs. He fit her under his chin easily.
"Are you alright?" He asked, the tenor of the man's voice vibrating through her.
She nodded against the soft knit of his sweater. She flushed as Q brushed his lips across her forehead. Rose pulled away slightly, gazing into his hazel eyes.
"Tanner's still here. What if he sees?"
The Quartermaster shook his head. "He won't. I told him to give me a few minutes with you."
She raised a brow. "And what makes you think he won't just march right through?"
The man smirked. "I promised to update the security on his personal laptop."
Her blush deepened at his words. "You're doing that just to talk with me? I know you're busy with the bomber. I don't want to take up your time-"
Q closed the distance between them, pressing his lips heatedly to hers, effectively cutting off her words. He lifted her up so the blonde straddled his lap. He teased her with his tongue for only a moment before pulling away, leaving her gasping.
"Someone's threatened your life," he muttered against her mouth, pecking her lips between words. "I want to make sure you're alright."
Rose's eyes widened imperceptibly at his sweet actions. She wasn't used to that sort of treatment. In the past months, it was as if her life had taken a completely different direction.
"I-I'm fine," she whispered, heart thundering wildly in her ears.
Q pulled away completely, nodding gently. He helped the blonde off his lap so she could stand. Rose stumbled from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. He caught her with a strong arm around her waist.
"Careful, Rose," he hummed, smirking down at her as he drew to his full height.
She blushed again.
At that moment, Tanner walked back into the room, texting on his mobile. "We need to get back to MI6. M wants to speak with you."
Q walked away- taking his warmth with him. Rose shivered and crossed her arms across her chest. She watched as the handsome man walked to the closet behind the door and took out a black wool coat and scarf along with her leather jacket. He slipped into his coat swiftly and knotted the scarf around his neck.
Smiling softly, he motioned for her to come forward. He helped her into her jacket chivalrously. Glancing up, she noticed Tanner staring open-mouthed at the pair of them. Realizing the woman had caught him staring, he snapped his mouth shut quickly. His face and neck went a peculiar shade of tomato. He made a valiant effort to keep his gaze focused on the ground as he tugged his jacket on.
"Uh... w-well alright. Let's get going then."
...
Q walked her to M's office. He took her hand in his and squeezed it comfortingly when they were concealed by the shadows of the tunnels.
He kissed the blonde's cheek. "Sorry. I have to get back to work."
Rose smiled softly. "No worries. I'll see you later."
Nodding, he slipped his hand out of hers and he retreated back down the stairs without another word.
The woman knocked on the glass door of M's office. The elderly woman looked up from the papers she was reading at the sound before waving her in. Sighing, Rose entered.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, yes," M slid the stack of papers to the side. "Please take a seat."
Rose walked across the room and perched herself at the edge of one of the chairs. Once she was seated, she raised an inquisitive brow at the head of MI6. "What do you want?"
M smirked at her brazen attitude. "Or analysts have collected everything they could from your flat. There is a high probability that your admirer is the same person that's threatening MI6."
The blonde frowned. "Your bomber."
A nerve twitched under the woman's eye. "Yes."
"Oh."
M leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her desk. "You are the third person to get a message."
Her frowned deepened. "Who are the others?"
"Myself and the Quartermaster have also been threatened."
WHAT?
Rose tried not let the information bother her. Keeping her expression steady, the blonde exhaled. "What should I do?"
M stood and walked around to the front of her desk. She leaned against it and crossed her arms over her chest. She pursed her lips. "Do you have any history with the Witness Protection Program?"
The blonde nodded. "I was a contracted on several security ops. Usually I was in the safe house with a high-profile witness or I was security detail on the perimeter. Why?" She asked, cocking her head to the side as she took in the older woman's expression.
"I'm sending you on your first assignment for MI6. Your mission is to protect Q at any cost. He is vital to finding the bomber. Without him, we can be attacked at any moment. You will stay and live with him in his flat. You are to keep him safe. Do you understand?"
It took all of Rose's self-control for her jaw to not drop to the floor.
"Ah... sorry, what was that?" She asked.
There's no way in hell that you heard that right...
Irritation flashed through the woman's gaze. She stood to move back behind her desk. "You heard me. Your things will be moved into his place later today."
Rose looked down at her hands numbly. The onslaught of information created a pounding in her temples.
"Q's alright with this?"
M nodded. "He was notified this morning. He's fine with the arrangement. I won't have him unprotected and I don't have any other men to spare. We're spread thinner than ever before since the bombing."
You're going to be living with a handsome man you can't keep your hands off of.
Oh my GOD.
"-You are to shadow him through the work day. You will accompany him home at night. I trust you will be able to be professional? I have heard the gossip. Apparently you two hate each other," she muttered, raising a brow.
Quite the opposite, lady.
Rose nodded, ignoring her subconscious. "Of course."
"Very good," M stated, seating herself once more. She pulled the stack of papers towards her once more and picked up her fountain pen.
Obviously being excused, Rose stood and walked out of the glass doors. She blushed scarlet all the way to Q-Branch. Walking through the main room, several agents at their desks looked up. They regarded her strangely. It was obvious they'd heard the woman had been contracted to work for MI6. As she walked by, she heard various hushed whispers.
Rolling her eyes, she quickened her pace.
Soon, she approached the glass doors and into Q-Branch. She ran a hasty hand through her loose blonde locks. The natural waves fell over her shoulder, brushing her waist. The color was a stark contrast to her blue sweater and dark jeans. She pulled the doors open and slipped through, not wanting to interrupt anyone's work.
All of the analysts were sitting in their chairs, typing frantically at their keyboards. Their gazes were focused intently on the screens on their desks and the monitors lining the walls on both sides of the room. Rose walked through silently, her Vans making little noise on the black and white tile floor. She felt eyes on her as she walked through. They felt wary- as if the analysts of Q-Branch were frightened she was going to punch their boss again. They whispered nervously to one another.
Q's back was to her. He stood facing a massive screen on the back wall as he typed on his laptop. His hair was even more wild than when the blonde had seen it in the morning- curls sticking out at the strangest angles.
Rose's heart leaped at the sight of him. Her heart pounded. Her throat went dry. She brushed past him lightly. The Quartermaster tensed. His fingers froze over the keys.
"So I'm going to be your new bodyguard," the woman stated, moving around him. She jumped up on his desk. Reaching over, she grabbed his white mug and sipped some of his tea.
Earl Grey, she noted, holding the cup in her hands. And a Scrabble mug?
Q's expression was almost nervous as he watched the blonde cross her legs on his desk. He didn't mind the look of her on top of it. Images of taking her right there on the tabletop caused his black slacks to tighten. "Yes," he responded with no small amount of trepidation.
She took another drink of the hot liquid, looking at the man over the edge of the mug. He went back to typing, staring carefully up at the screen. She smirked.
"M said something interesting during the meeting," the woman hummed.
"Did she?" Q asked. He swallowed audibly.
She shrugged nonchalantly, gazing into his hazel eyes, even though he was doing everything in his power to avoid her stare. "Yeah... something about two other messages sent to members of MI6..."
Rose watched his Adam's Apple bob nervously. She grinned predatorily.
Going in for the kill-
"Well there was M, which we already knew about-" Using her fingers, the woman ticked off the name. "And then there was someone I didn't really expect. Someone I thought I was getting close to-"
Q growled. The sound came from the back of his throat. He stopped typing. "You're not being very subtle, Rose." He glanced down at her, raising a single brow.
"I wasn't pretending to be."
Their gazes locked in a tense battle. Calculating and unyielding blue met imploring hazel. Rose watched as the man's eyes trailed down to her lips. His pupils dilated. She smirked, almost seeing the gears turning in his mind.
"Don't even think about it," she hissed, narrowing her eyes at the heat in his gaze. She dropped her voice so none of the analysts would overhear. "We're not going to solve all our disagreements by making out!"
"You're upset with me." It was more of a statement than a question.
Rose's glare was in full force. "No shit Sherlock. How'd you figure that one out?"
He didn't respond. The Quartermaster took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
The woman continued. "Maybe it had something to do with you not trusting me enough to let me know what was happening with you. It could also be that now I have to live with you, barely a week after meeting you. It may even be that now I have to follow you around like a puppy dog for god only knows how long-" She cut herself off. Q was shaking with silent laughter. "This is not funny, Q!" She cried, raising her voice. Glancing over, she saw that all of the analysts were watching them. She glowered at the man in front of her, finishing the last of his Earl Grey out of spite.
Wiping a few tears of mirth from his eyes, Q's laughter finally quieted. "I'm sorry, but that's quite a list you've got there."
Rolling her eyes, Rose hopped off the table. "I'm going to go get some more tea. Since I can't leave you alone, you have to come with me."
Nodding dutifully, the head of Q-Branch closed his laptop.
The walk to the break room was quiet. Q led the way. Rose's sudden anger faded rapidly. The man opened the door and let her enter first. She immediately went to the back wall where a small burner was set up with a kettle. Rose found there was no water left. She felt Q watching her as she filled the kettle with water from the sink. She turned on the burner. Sighing, the blonde crossed her arms over her chest.
She heard his footsteps approach her slowly from behind. His arms wound around her, pulling her against his chest. His hands rested against the woman's belly, pressing her against the hard line of his body.
Rose's insides shivered at the touch. Her eyes fluttered shut. "Q, don't-"
His lips were at the side of her jaw, trailing fire. "Don't be upset with me," he murmured against the tender flesh behind her ear.
She shuddered at the delicious heat that pooled between her legs. "What if someone comes in-"
"I've locked the door." He kissed her neck. "And drawn the blinds."
It was difficult to form and semblance of reasonable thought. "A-ah what... about the c-cameras..." Her eyes rolled back as pleasure rocketed through her. The man leaned over her and bit into the side of her neck at the pulse point. His tongue laved the sting away. The action reminded her too much of the dreams she'd been having.
"I put the security feed on a looped circuit," he whispered. His slim fingers flexed their hold against her stomach. "We have five minutes."
Rose turned in his arms to face him. His hands were low at the small of her back. Q leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was a sweet, closed-mouth kiss. As soon as Rose's fingers sifted through his silky curls, the kiss changed.
The man's lips grew more urgent against hers.
One of his hands moved up to the back of her head. He tugged lightly at the length of her hair, tilting her head up for easier access. His breathing accelerated. Q deepened the kiss, angling the woman's head to the side. Rose's nails grazed across the skin at the nape of his neck. He groaned into her mouth. Swallowing the noise, she pulled him down to her. Her mouth opened and forced her tongue between his soft lips. Q's moan rumbled through his chest. His hand trailed down to the swell of her ass, pressing her against his hips. Rose gasped, feeling of his hard arousal thrust against her belly. He flexed his hips forward. Rose kissed the man possessively, nibbling on his bottom lip. He grunted.
The Quartermaster's hands went under her ass, lifting her up easily. The blonde wrapped her jean-clad legs around his hips instinctively. He pushed her against the fridge. They vaguely heard the rattle of jars and bottles from within.
The kissed resumed savagely. Teeth clashed. Rose ground her hips against him in a liquid circle, savoring the taste of his tongue against hers.
The kettle whistled loudly, shattering the moment. They pulled away, breath mingling.
Rose's face was hot. Her head swam.
Q pressed a final, searing kiss against her mouth before lowering her carefully to the ground.
"We need to go," he breathed. "The cameras are going to turn back on."
Her legs felt unsteady as her feet touched the ground.
Q moved to grab some mugs and prepare the tea. Rose watched his graceful movements, pulling air greedily into her lungs. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead.
"I thought we weren't going to make out to solve our problems."
The man shrugged, spooning honey and sugar into the drinks. "You said that. I didn't agree to anything."
Rose smiled despite herself as he turned and passed her a cup. She took it, gazing at the man. His hair was ruffled and wild. His lips were red and swollen. His sweater was rumpled. His pants were stretched tight across his waist, leaving very little to the imagination.
"We really do have to go, Rose," Q hummed, his own eyes taking in the tantalizing sight of the blonde.
Rose nodded, she reached forward and grasped the hem at the bottom of his sweater. Her knuckles accidently grazed his erection as she covered it with the sweater.
The man exhaled shakily, watching her with heated eyes.
Grinning mischievously, the blonde unlocked the door. She turned back, biting her lip.
"Come on, Q. You have a lot of work before you can take me home."
She winked and left him to his own devices as she exited the room and made her way back to Q-branch.
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