Hello my beautiful readers! I give you the gift of Q/Rose for this weekend!

Disclaimer: I only own my OC


The day went by faster than Rose thought it would. She sat cross-legged on Q's desk, just watching him work. He was adorable and handsome at the same time.

When he focused, the area between his brows furrowed. He pursed his lips into a flat line, if he wasn't mumbling strings of code to himself. When he reached a dead end, the Quartermaster's hands were in his hair- tugging aggressively at the silken curls. His fingers flew over the keyboard faster than the woman though was ever possible.

This was his domain. This is where he felt comfortable and in control.

He was glorious.

Rose smiled as the Quartermaster's eyes flickered to hers. One corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. "There's maybe ten minutes left of the day. Would you like to spend them staring at me, or would you like to go early?"

The blonde blushed at his playful attitude. She hopped of the desk and finished off her fifth cup of tea. "Let's go early."

Q shut down his gear, unhooked a mountain of various wires, and slid his laptop into a black leather satchel. "Oh, leave the cups. My assistant will deal with them."

The blonde raised a brow. "You have an assistant?"

He nodded. "She's over there." The man pointed to a slim Asian woman in her mid thirties. Her hair was cut in a modern bob and she wore a tight pencil skirt. She looked up from her work, as if sensing they were watching. Her eyes narrowed angrily.

Rose looked up at the head of Q-Branch. "She seems like a lovely woman."

"-As lovely as sitting on a cactus..." he muttered. I looked up at him in complete shock. He sighed. "Chan is always like that. She's a field agent, but she's here on temporary suspension."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Her partner went missing on a mission. No one knows what happened to him, except for her. She's assigned to Q-Branch until she tells M what happened."

"So... how long has she been here?" Rose asked, tearing her gaze from the furious woman.

"No one really knows," the man whispered conspiratorially. "I tried asking on my first day. Apparently she's been here longer than anyone can remember."

The blonde pursed her lips at the audacity of his story. "She's not the Loch Ness Monster, Q."

The man only shrugged, entirely unrepentant.

Rose decided to change the subject. "So where's your place? Do you have a car?"

Q's frame went rigid. "You should know that I don't really drive."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean 'you don't really drive'?"

A hand rifled through his hair. He grabbed their coats and slid his bag across his body. "I just... don't enjoy the sensation of driving." He shrugged. "I fill my mind with more important things than signalling and filling up a gas tank." He helped her into her jacket, large hands skimming over the leather covering her back.

Rose sighed. "So what does that make me, if I drive? Is my mind filled with useless trivia?"

They walked past the final analysts that'd stuck around until the end of the day. They nodded respectfully to their boss. Q held the door for Rose and she smiled in thanks.

"Of course it isn't," he said, picking up where the conversation left off. "My job... is completely numerical based. I have all of this code in my mind, and I just can't afford to fill it with things I don't need."

The blonde smiled up at him as he struggled to explain his situation. "Well... what about trains? Or planes?" She watched as the man shuddered.

"I... I don't like flying." He stated uncomfortably. It was as if a cloud passed over his eyes. Like he was scared.

Rose took his hand for only a moment and squeezed it lightly before letting it go. She wanted to be able to comfort him, but there were cameras everywhere. "It's alright..." They walked into the main room. Most of the desks were empty. When she looked up, she saw that Q was watching her carefully, hazel eyes taking her in. She smiled self-consciously. "What?"

Oh no... do I have something on my face...?

He just continued staring at her. "Usually people just laugh at me when I tell them things like that. They think I'm odd."

The blonde giggled. "I never said you weren't."

The Quartermaster smiled at that. The corner of his mouth pulled up.

"Rose! Q!" Tanner jogged towards them. He was panting when he finally reached them. He turned to the woman and passed her a familiar set of keys.

Attached to the keys was an intricately carved wooden heart key chain. She'd bought it from the bazaar a year into living in her old place. A small girl ran the shop because her parents had both passed away. Rose had given her more than triple the listed price for the item. The little girl was elated and thanked her profusely.

Rose smiled at the memory, running her fingers over the polished wood. "You brought my baby?"

Tanner chuckled. "If you mean the Impala, then yes." He started to walk off. "Oh," he turned, remembering something. "I also filled up the tank. It's waiting for you at the front." He gave them a small wave before turning to leave again.

She grinned. "Thanks Tanner! You're the best!"

"I know!" He called back with a wave before disappearing down the tunnel.

...

The drive to Q's flat was uneventful. Traffic was in the middle of Rush Hour and they had to frequently stop. The man's gaze was on her the entire time, taking in her features. The blonde found herself blushing at the intense stare. She turned to look at him but he chuckled and said, "Keep your eyes on the bloody road."

The Quartermaster's directions sent her to a large apartment complex. From the outside, the building looked expensive and posh. As soon as the car rolled up to the curb, a chauffeur was opening their doors and taking the keys. Rose smiled kindly at the small man and slid out from behind the wheel to let him in. Q came around the car and placed his hand at the small of her back, ushering her into the building.

Their shoes clicked across the white marble floors. The decor was extravagant. Huge bouquets of flowers sat on the tables in the lounge area.

The doorman nodded to them. "Good evening, Sir. Good day at work?"

Q nodded in response. "Yes, thank you. You?"

"Yes, Sir, thank you." The doorman's gaze flickered to Rose. He looked reasonably dumbfounded.

Obviously doesn't bring home other girls... The thought warmed her for some reason.

"Hello there." Rose smiled and shook his hand.

The man rushed to remove the uniform cap from his head and smooth down his balding head. He took her hand and pumped it with just a little bit too much enthusiasm.

"Wonderful to meet you Ma'am-" The look of surprise on the doorman's face was quickly extinguished by a warning glare from Q.

Taking her hand, he pulled the woman towards the elevator without a word and pressed the call button for the lift. The doors opened and they walked inside. Q pressed the button for the top floor. As soon as the doors slid shut, the energy between them shifted. Pure, raw energy crackled through the air. Rose pressed her back against the back wall, relishing in the cool temperature of the metal against her suddenly hot skin.

It's only a couple of minutes. Just try not to think about him... Rose failed miserably. She glanced over at the man next to her out of the corner of her eye.

His arms were tightly crossed over his chest. The Quartermaster's hands were clenched in tight fists against his thighs. His jaw clenched.

Oh. I'm not the only one...

The impulse to touch the man was overwhelming. It was as if all of the atoms in her body were pulling her to him. His eyes finally met hers as he peered sideways.

The doors finally opened, allowing cool air to flood inside. They let out simultaneous exhalations of breath and flew out of the lift, unable to withstand the tension.

Q led the way through the single hallway. He unlocked the door at the end and pushed it open.

It was quite different than the lavish- and no doubt expensive- furnishings of the apartment she had visited earlier in the day. Almost all of the furniture had been exchanged for matching armchairs and a large sofa. They were all made of the softest looking brown leather. A Persian rug identical to hers had been rolled up and pushed against the far wall, leaving the clean hardwood floor to breathe. It was a comfortable living space- albeit empty, since most of the items had been taken away.

Rose raised a brow at Q as he placed his satchel on the table near the entrance and started to unbutton his coat. He hung it up in the closet and reached for mine. She quickly slipped off the leather jacket and passed it over.

"Didn't like the decor?"

The man shrugged noncommittally as he draped her coat on one of the hangers. "It was inhibiting my thought process to see so many patterns in one living space." He closed the closet and moved past her into the kitchen.

The blonde snorted unflatteringly. "I can't believe you just said that..." She shook her head when he didn't reply and moved to follow him through the flat. The woman saw that all of her things had been delivered and were resting on the dining room table.

Q walked over to the stove and turned on one of the burners before reaching into a cabinet to pull out a kettle. He went through the motions of making more Earl Grey. He poured some water into the kettle and turned on the burner.

"So," he started, leaning over the kitchen countertop. "What are your ideas to protect me?" There were slivers of humor in his tone.

Rose sighed and hopped up on one of the barstools lining the marble counter. "I'll have to set up a perimeter and deal with the windows and exits-"

"Oh." His brow furrowed. "You're actually taking this seriously."

The woman laughed in confusion. "Of course."

The Quartermaster turned at the sound of the whistling kettle. "M should not be worried. She has more important things to deal with." He poured the water into two mugs. He added the bags of Earl Grey and passed her one over the counter.

She took it and thanked him softly. The heat from the mug warmed her hands. "Q, someone threatened you. M wants be to make sure you're safe. Your branch is incredibly important to her."

The man exhaled and reached up to run his hand hastily through his mop of chocolate curls. He took a long gulp of his tea before speaking again. "I'm going to take a shower and get changed," he stated, taking his mug with him as he suddenly left the room.

Rose sighed and sipped her drink, careful not to burn her tongue. I think this is the most tea I've consumed in my entire life. The thought make her chuckle as she moved through the apartment. She wasn't sure what made the man leave. He was acting strange. The blonde vaguely heard the water turn on as she moved into the dining room. The knowledge that the object of her desire was currently naked- with only a thin wall between them- caused her stomach to clench.

She grabbed her duffels with her collection of weapons as well as her sniper case and deposited them on the wood floor. The woman sat down in front of them and crossed her legs. Using the hair elastic around her wrist, she messily hoisted the length of her hair into a messy bun. Letting out a delicate sigh, she started to take out all of the individual items. Not long after, a large plethora of weaponry was organized over the floor. The blonde had removed the magazines from her guns as she had moved onto disassembling and cleaning them when she heard Q's footsteps behind her.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder and pushed up her glasses- which had begun to slide down her nose. She swallowed. The man had changed into worn lounging clothes. He wore a pair of red flannel sleep pants and a soft grey t-shirt. His hair was damp and untamed, as if he just ran a towel over it. Some of the longer curls flopped behind his thick glasses and into his eyes.

Rose bit her lip and turned back to pace her weapons. She willed her hands to stop shaking.

The Quartermaster's lips curled up at the sight of her sitting cross-legged on his floor. It gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. He took a sip of his tea and watched her movements for several long minutes.

Q looked amazing in his blazers and sweaters, she made no argument against that. But the man looked downright delectable in his pajamas. They were slightly baggy on his slim frame. The pants were low on his hips. The sleeves of the shirt revealed toned forearms and biceps.

She watched him as he moved to grab his satchel in pull out his laptop. He padded barefoot to the couch and sunk into the leather. He powered up his gear efficiently and soon his slim fingers were flying across the keys.

The blonde wanted to knock him to the ground and have her wicked way with him. Maybe I could cuff him to his bed... She contemplated all the things she could do to make him beg. She barely managed to contain her urges as her fingers fumbled across the cool metal and hard plastic of her guns.

After half an hour of trying to clean a single Beretta, she threw down her cloth in frustration and placed the gun back on the floor. She noticed that Q looked over at her, cocking a brow. She peered back, eyes narrowing at the little smirk she saw stretching his lips.

"Everything okay over there?" The Quartermaster hummed innocently. He went back to typing.

Rose growled. "I'm going to check the exits."

...

That occupied her time for at least an hour. After a few modifications, the security was as tight as it could possibly be.

She found Q in the same place she'd left him; sitting on the couch, tapping away at his computer. The only thing that changed was that he seemed to have turned on the lamp next to him. He spared her a swift glance before continuing his work.

"How'd it go?"

Rose shrugged. "There wasn't much to do," she sighed, walking into the dining room. She grabbed her duffel of clothes and moved into the bathroom. She flicked the light on and locked the door. She unzipped her bag, searching for a baggy shirt and a pair of plaid sleep shorts.

"Where do you want to sleep tonight?" Q's voice queried from the couch.

The woman found the items and changed quickly. She took her hair down from its high bun, letting the sun-bleached waves fall down her back in a curtain. "I don't know," she called back, turning off the light and moving back into the front room. "I was thinking the couch...," she trailed off, noticing that the man wasn't paying attention.

The Quartermaster's eyes widened at the sight of her. Her shorts were barely there. Only a thin strip of the plaid material showing under the large sleep shirt. Long, tanned legs stretched on for miles. She had taken off her shoes, leaving her feet bare. He swallowed. The man forced himself to look back at the screen of his computer. He saw that his fingers had typed out unintelligible nonsense while he was ogling her body.

"Uh... um- you could take one of the guest rooms," he stuttered out. He was starting to feel lightheaded. The blood was draining from his brain and moving down south. Q subtly moved his laptop further up his lap, hopefully concealing his arousal from prying eyes.

Rose hummed lightly as she deposited her bag on one of the armchairs. "It's alright. The couch is fine for me. I'd like to have a central view of the apartment during the night." She flopped down on the couch next to him and exhaled quietly. She tried to ignore the scent of his body wash. It was a mouth-watering mixture of amber, musk and woodsmoke.

She watched Q work for another hour. He tried to sneak glances over at her but failed miserably- as he was caught every time. She noticed him staring quite a bit at her bare legs- which were folded delicately under her. The blonde had turned to face him completely, almost taking up the entire couch as she put her feet up on the cushions, but her knees were bent so there was enough room for the both of them.

Rose wanted to touch his face more in that one hour more than anything else in the world. The adorable crease between his brows was back. She yearned to reach out and smooth away the wrinkles with her fingers. His jaw clenched as he concentrated. His fingers flew across the keyboard with impossible speed. Every so often, his fingers would come up to fist his dark hair, tugging the curls. The action cracked her resolve every time.

Exhaling, Rose shifted on the couch, attempting to quell the ache between her legs.

After another fifteen minutes, Q let out a long sigh and shut his laptop, placing it on the glass coffee table in front of him.

In a sudden, unexpected movement, the man tugged the blonde onto his lap. She let out a sharp gasp of surprise, hands clutching the back of the sofa to steady herself. Her knees were on either side of him, straddling his hips. She could feel him pressing intimately against her. The Quartermaster's hands flexed their hold on her waist.

"For the past hour, you've been squirming around on this god forsaken couch-" He hissed through clenched teeth as he involuntarily bucked against her.

Rose let out a breathy groan. "S-sorry..." Her fingers moved from the sofa and anchored themselves in his silken curls.

"What are you doing to me, Rose?" He breathed, gazing up at the woman in his lap reverently. "I've never felt this way in my entire life..."

She couldn't help but grin. "Neither have I."

The blonde captured his lips in a soft, closed-mouth kiss. He tasted like mint and Earl Grey. When she moved to pull away, his hand pressed against the small of her back, pressing them closer together. Rose moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, angling his head to the side. He took advantage of her open mouth, his tongue deftly sliding between her lips. She responded with equal fervour. Their tongues battled in an erotic dance that was all about sensation. Their hips undulated against each other, searching for some sort of friction.

Without breaking the kiss, Q slowly turned them around to lay down on the couch. He supported the majority of his weight on his forearms, which were on either side of the beauty's head, like an unbreakable cage.

Rose gasped into his mouth at the sudden movement. He swallowed the sound easily. The Quartermaster's hand on her lower back trailed to her backside. He pulled her long, slender legs around his hips. In this position, she could feel every part of him pressing against her curves.

Her fingers tugged on his hair roughly. The man grunted. His hips gave shallow thrusts.

Rose gasped for air, breaking the connection between their lips.

Hot breath mingled.

She looked up into his eyes. Q's pupils were dilated. She could barely see the stunning hazel of his irises.

Their breathing slowed.

The man's fingers came up to the neckline of her shirt. He pulled the material down, exposing her collarbone. Leaning down, he pressed teasing, open-mouthed kisses across her clavicle. She shivered with pleasure. The trail of liquid fire moved to the hollow of her throat. He pressed his flat tongue against the skin there, languidly tasting her. She cried out, fisting his hair in her hands. The kisses traveled up the column of the woman's throat. Finally, his lips grazed over her jaw.

Then, the man was pulling away.

Rose groaned loudly at the sudden loss. She blushed.

"I should go to bed," Q stated, easily breaking the hold of her legs around him as he moved off of the couch. "It's getting late."

The woman's mouth dropped open with an audible pop.

No. This should be illegal...

"Goodnight, Rose," he hummed, smiling unrepentantly. He sent her one last glance before walking towards his bedroom. "Hope you enjoy the sofa."

He knows full well what he's doing to me.

"Sleep well," he whispered, almost sensually. Rose's brain couldn't formulate a response. She nodded stiffly.

Then he disappeared from view as he entered his bedroom.

Moments later, the door closed behind him with an audible click.


Does that count as a cliffie? xD Sorry guys. I guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter ;P

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