Gypsy hummed happily with a small smile.

She was leaning against Q on the Tube on the way home.

Their hands were twined, she had her head on his shoulder and his arm was around her's as he played with the hair by her ear.

The car was nearly empty, save for some teens down near the doors.

They had left the office late, purposefully this time.

They had quite enjoyed themselves in that old office—it was a miracle they hadn't been caught in a compromising position…especially after Q had decided to move them over to the window or even when the bloody desk kept ramming into the wall.

The train made it to their stop and they made their way out, hand in hand.

Gypsy was happy, as was Q. It had taken no small amount of flirting and teasing to convince him to let go some of his propriety in order to have him go to bed with her the first time. So it was a surprise when he dragged her up to that dark office and really had his way with her. His kisses were enough to get her ready for when they got home, but when he started touching her, she readily jumped on board and returned the favor. She didn't need him getting cold feet.

They stopped for some takeaway and soon made their way over to his flat.

They chatted here and there about anything and everything as they changed into comfortable clothes. Q into his shirt and boxers, Gyps into one of his big sweaters.

They got settled on the couch as they tuned to watch a movie and ate in blissful silence.

Gypsy took their things when they finished and busied herself in the kitchen. She had bought ice cream the other day and was craving it when she went to get a bowl from the top cupboard.

Now, granted she wasn't very tall, but it was upsetting when Q would put the bowls just an inch out of her reach. She peaked into the other room and noticed he was already nodding off, so she took to her tried and true method.

She climbed on top of the counter. Only after she sat down on said countertop did she realize that the amount of ice cream in the carton didn't merit the use of a clean bowl.

She sighed and didn't see the point of climbing down just yet so sh stayed there and enjoyed her ice cream. A little while later, Q came into the kitchen wondering where she'd gone off to.

"There you are."

"Here I am." She said, happily eating the remaining ice cream from her spoon.

He came over and stood in front of her, peering into the carton.

"Any left for me?"

"Nope!" She popped out, smiling at him, "but I did leave a whole carton of mint chip for you." She said, pulling the other carton out from behind her.

"Thank you." He said leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Mm. What flavor did you have?" He said, licking his lips.

"Rocky road."

"Hm. You might have to buy more." He said, leaning back in.

She grinned as continued kissing her. He placed his hand on either side of her on the countertop.

She chuckled, "¿Te gusta?"

"Me gustas tu." He tried to suavely reply in his heavily accented Spanish. It sent them into a fit of giggles.

Only after he grabbed her sides and pull her to the very edge of the counter did she stop.

"I'm going to have to get you a Rosetta Stone or something, love." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

He trailed his hands up her thighs as he leaned in to kiss her again, "Or you could teach me."

"You know we wouldn't get through one lesson without me falling to pieces in giggles." She said as they broke away.

"Besides, there's a whole foreign language division, I'm sure they could teach you…" She sighed as he reached her hips under the sweater.

"You're not wearing any underwear." He sighed in disbelief.

"How astute of you Mr. Byron." She said, noticing how his eyes darkened.

"Did you plan for this?"

"No. I simply hoped we could continue what you streets earlier."

She pushed his boxers down his hips with feet and watched him spring free.

She chuckles as he let out a groan.

"Now, why don't you show me how much more Spanish you've picked up. Hm?"

He looked at her with a glint in his eyes as he removed his glasses.

"Fuera mi placer."

I feel like I'm teasing you guys. Sorry, not sorry.

Translations:

¿Te gusta? - Do you like it?

Me gustas tu. - I like you.

Fuera mi placer - It would be my pleasure.