Disclaimer: I do not own the Bond movies or books.
Warnings: A ridiculous amount of sap. Seriously. Nothing worse than that though.
Q watched James fall asleep, seemingly unbothered by the company, reaching out to run his hand across James' hair. His lover leaned slightly into the touch, moving only his head. James always slept lying so very still, different from Q who tended to move around a great deal in his sleep. He had always been astonished he didn't wake James up, but the double oh always seemed entirely undisturbed by his presence in the bed.
It was astonishing really, Q decided while gently caressing James' jaw, just how the older man could sleep through all of Q's movements or work on a laptop, but sat up straight, wide awake, at a creaky door. Just like that, the wind never bothered him, nor did the thunder. If, and only if, the thunderstorm was raging already when he fell asleep. He had gotten to the conclusion, the last time he had his lover there, that James simply woke of sounds or movement, and it really was any sounds or movement, that he did not expect.
He knew that Q moved in his sleep, or typed at a computer frequently,. He knew how the wind sounded in the courtains through the almost permanently open doors, but any sound he had not anticipated were a threat and he needed to wake immediately. At least, that was Q's theory. People were less easy to anticipate than coding, but he was still pretty good at understanding even their patterns, at least in theory. Or so he liked to think at least.
Q leaned against James' pillows, just enjoying having the man here, and safe. It was different than theories to be around actual people. He often felt awkward and out of place. It was different with James. He was rational, and talked straight without riddles, and Q could relax around him. It was only his third stay on the island, and would probably become the longest one, but he learned more about the man's behaviour and pattern every time. Granted that was the only thing he learnt, 007 being rather hard to get underneath the skin of otherwise, but it was enough.
Q was not naive, nor did he fool himself into thinking there was something there which wasn't, but he was fond of the other man. He felt safe around him, and he liked to think the other man's trust in being so ungarded with him, meant he felt comfortable, too.
He certainly seemed to be, as he could distinctly tell it was James who had greeted him upon entering the room. Not Bond or 007, the personas he saw via his computer so often. Always split in three parts, yet one man; Q wondered if the man knew that about himself. He assumed he probably did, but accepted it with that same grim determination with which he seemed to take most things.