If Q had ever been asked about intense sexual experiences, he would never have anticipated exactly what happened between himself and James. True to his word, Bond allowed him to thoroughly explore him, touching, caressing, kissing, exploring. When they finally come together it's like tossing a match onto gasoline.
Their lovemaking is rough, desperate and explosive. Their last joining is move lovemaking, where Bond adores Q the best way he knows how, and after a hot shower which nearly leads to another round of lovemaking, they return to Q's bed to cuddle, both of them having bruises and Bond sporting a few scratches down his back from the force of their lovemaking.
"Are you alright?" Bond asks as he circles his finger around a hickie he left which makes him smirk smugly, then he trails his fingers down to circle another small bruise he can see blooming against Q's pale skin.
Likewise, Q seems distracted by drawing random shapes and designs on Bond's skin with his long fingers. He smiles a little at the concern in his lover's voice, shifting a little until he can look up at him. At least at this close range he can see him, though with his hair pushed back and his glasses missing he looks years younger. "I'm better now. Sometimes I just need to get out of my own head." He admits honestly, thinking for a few moments. "And I know you think I'm being rash. About the mate mark, that is. But it's something I was thinking about this morning before all of this started." Shifting a little until he is sitting up, straddling the Alpha below him, his hands resting on James's stomach, he pauses a moment before speaking. "Yesterday, that is, last night and this morning.. it was the happiest, the most content I can remember being. At least, for me, it seems as if we've danced around this for a while. When I'm in your ear during missions, when you come in to get or drop off your kit.. Or when you seem to just want to hang around and annoy me in between missions." Tilting his head, Q considers for a moment as he again traces a few scars he can see on Bond's stomach, not looking into his eyes yet. "I think you've been trying to figure me out. And perhaps I've been trying to feel you out as well. See if you might be serious and not just looking for another shag." Finally eh looks up into Bond's eyes and takes a deep breath. "Am I right, or have I been a bloody fool, making this all up in my head?"
Chuckling a little when Q changes places, he rests his hands on Q's thighs as he relaxes and listens, content to be in this position where he can more easily admire the beauty of the man above him. Patiently, he waits until the younger man is finished with his little speech before just smiling. "You didn't imagine it. I have been curious about you. Even before you became Q. But more so after. It was your voice. In my ear on missions, so steady, so sure of yourself, but so sassy and sultry sometimes. It was endlessly diverting, and I found myself waiting to see what snark could come out of that smart mouth of yours." He teases a little lifting one hand and cupping Q's cheek gently as he props himself up a little. "You confused me. An omega that acted like an Alpha sometimes. Quite the contradiction. If you had asked me this morning to give you the mate mark, I would have been happy, flattered, and perhaps a bit concerned because I won't be around to protect you all the time." He murmurs honestly before he sits up, putting his arms around Q's waist and giving him a quick kiss. "Is this really what you want, Q? If you have any doubts... there's no taking this back. No changing your mind later." He warns, because the last thing he wants to do is force the man into something he'll regret, which would inevitably poison their pairing.
Draping his slim arms over Bond's shoulders, Q nods a little. "I understand, James. I've never wanted an Alpha, never found on I wanted. Not even remotely. I've always thought it was rather bothersome, and just found an Alpha when I needed... stress relief." He muses with a little smirk, before he shakes his head a little. "Of course, then you came in like the tornado you are and mixed everything up." Shifting a little, Q runs a hand through his hair to push it back from his face as he considers everything. "You... I swear, mated or not you're going to be distracting, because now every time you're around I just want to stretch out for you." He mutters, trying to sound annoyed about that but he can't bring himself to be too annoyed. "I want this, James.." he reassures in a soft tone, nuzzling against him affectionately for a moment. "Will you be my Alpha?" He finally asks the question they've sort of been dancing around, pulling back to watch him.
It's by a very narrow margin Bond manages to control his possessive instincts when Q mentions being with other Alpha's, but he becomes very still for a few moments. Luckily the frankly adorable man in his lap doesn't seem to notice the reaction his words elicit. An amused smile instead takes over the feelings of possessiveness as the conversation goes on though and he chuckles a little. "I wouldn't mind helping you stretch out in your office.." He murmurs suggestively before taking in the question that Q asks, hands slowly making a circuit from the younger man's thighs up to his shoulder-blades and then back down twice to give him a few moments to consider everything. The open, vulnerable, hopeful look in Q's dark green eyes is what finally wins him over though. "I will." He answers formally, sealing the promise with a firm kiss. Brushing his nose against the brunette's after the kiss, he takes a deep breath, then asks, "Where do you want my mark?"
This particular question is one that Q is prepared for, since this is not the first time he's thought about it. A lot of other times, especially in his youth, he was a bit ambivalent about it, but this time he knows what his answer will be. "Back of my neck." Smirking a little at the curious, confused look he gets, the young Omega smirks a little. "No doubt it will be more painful, but it's the one place which will always be visible, even with a collared shirt." He explains with a somewhat shy smile.
A satisfied smirk spreads across James' face and he chuckles a little. "Mm. I'm glad you want to show it off. It is going to hurt, though." He note with concern, cupping Q's neck and licking his lips a little. "I think we should wait at least a little while though.. It'll be easier for you if it's done during sex, and I think we both need a bit of a break after earlier."
"Mm. And I should attempt to get some work done, I suppose." Reluctantly, Q starts to slip off the very comfortable lap, giving James a quick kiss before he stands, a little wobbly at first which makes him chuckle. "Bloody hell, James, my legs feel like jelly." He scolds, shaking his head. "If you want to make yourself useful, you could get us something to eat." A small blush is given as the boffin ducks his head and goes to find some loose, comfortable clothes, including some pajama bottoms he deliberately chooses just to be a little sassy.
Bond chuckles a little as he watches the younger man. "Oh. Are these the infamous pajamas you can do so much in?" He teases as he gets up, pulling on his boxers at least. "Though you lied to me that day, Q. You are utterly useless without your first cup of Earl Grey." He teases, smirking a little before grabbing his t-shirt to slip into it and wandering with dangerous grace out to the kitchen to see if he can't get something for them to eat or if they'll have to order out.
As much as Q might want to object to that, he can't really because it's true, the boffin is not fan of mornings. He grumbles a little for a moment and shakes his head. "Not that useless." He objects to Bond as he move over to pick up his phone and load up his laptop. No emergencies yet, so he sits and logs in, zoning out on the computer so much that he doesn't notice the passage of time. There's finally a call and he picks up, putting a headset on as he walks one of his minions through what he wants done. He only pauses when Bond comes over to put a plate down beside him and places a soft kiss on his neck. "Mmm. Thank you." He murmurs softly to Bond with a little smile as he looks at the man before the voice on the headset distracts him. "Hm? Oh, no, I wasn't talking to you. It's nothing. What you need to do now is.." And he continues giving his instructions, eating a little between when he finishes and when he waits for a response.
It had been rather amusing for Bond to watch the young boffin work even from home. For all the world he looked as relaxed as can be, in his pajamas, one leg drawn up on the chair beside him, but his voice is confident, in control, patient. He can only imagine what rumor mills might be churning with Q's comments as he distracted the younger man for a moment. He eats his own food at the small table, watching Q all the time as he takes a moment to truly admire the younger man, letting this feeling of rightness settle over him. He knows this will fundamentally change him. He won't give up being an agent and knows Q would never ask it of him, but now, he has a reason to come home. He has something he's actually fighting for.
Q wasn't the only one who never had an impulse to settle down. Bond had never before wanted to claim an Omega. Never thought he had anything to offer, knew they would be a target, and feared leaving them behind without them even being able to know how he died. But it's much different with Q. Even if they didn't share security clearances. Even if they didn't work together. Q was utterly different. Chuckling a little as he finishes his meal, he gets up and makes his Quartermaster another cup of tea which he trades out for the other one, silently placing it by his hand and clearing away his empty plate at the same time. Nothing makes him feel better than the way this particular Omega glows under the attention, gracing him with a stunning smile over his shoulder as he continues his call.
When Q finishes helping his minion and Q hangs up the phone, he takes a drink of his tea before he turns in his chair to watch Bond doing the dishes, chuckling a little. "Is this what it's going to be like?" He asks, voice soft but a little hopeful. "When you're home from missions. Lazy evenings in bed, days off when I occasionally have to work.." He almost doesn't dare to speak any louder, a little nervous about what the answer might be, but he can see it all stretching out in front of them.
Finishing up at the sink, Bond dries his hands and hangs up the tea towel before he turns to look at Q. It's good the flat is so small because neither of them have to talk very loud to be heard. "Well. Maybe not here. We'll definitely move to my flat." He muses with a smirk before he nods. "But I imagine so. I know you, Q. I've been watching you work and working with you for months. I know what you need. Though you'll also have to get used to me hanging about Q-branch to make sure you eat properly." He smirks a little, not denying that he might be just a tough overprotective, but he certainly has reason to be. Pushing away from the counter, he casually walks over to where Q is sitting, cupping his chin lightly so he can look into his eyes. "Yes. I think it will definitely be like that, Q. You don't have my mark yet, but you're mine." His voice is firm as he leans down to place a tender kiss on the younger man's lips.
A small grin comes across Q's face as he looks up at Bond and he chuckles a little. After the kiss, he sighs happily and nods slowly. "I like the sound of that."