Q looks up and over at James, smirking a little. "I didn't know you were capable of making a good cuppa." He says as he swims over to the edge of the deck, pulling himself up onto the wood before he stands slowly. "It's good that I worked up a bit of an appetite." he says with a bit of amusement.

Still standing there waiting for Q to get out of the water, Bond pulls out a towel he had been holding to wait for the young man to get out of the water, hooking it around the boffin's neck before using both sides to pull the young man close, leaning in to give him a kiss. "You enjoy the water, don't you?" he asks curiously with a little smirk.

Nodding a little, Q turns his head to the side, bringing a hand up as he coughs again, this one wracking his small frame, making him shake his head firmly afterwards. "Now.. you promised me a cuppa." He accuses as he looks at Bond.

Worried for his companion, James sighs a little. "Alright.. up you go." he says as he nudges the man up the stairs in front of him, mostly so he can admire the man's backside. When they get back into the main room, Bond presses the cup into Q's hands, then says, "Go. Change into something dry, and a bit warmer." He says in concern, then adds, "I've felt a storm coming in all day, it's not going to be like last night, we might have to batten down the hatches." he says quietly as he looks around.

"Yes, mother." Q says with amusement. "Honestly, James, if I didn't think you would actually take me up on the offer, I would ask if you wanted to dress me as well." he says with a little smirk, wandering into the bedroom to collect clothes and dry himself off, dressing in his comfy, loose pants he was wearing yesterday, and a soft t-shirt. He shivers a little, surprised that he's still a bit cool, and he digs around before he finds a hoodie that he brought and slips that on as well, sipping his tea as he comes back out, only to have a plate of food thrust at him as soon as he appears. "You are being pushy today, James." He says as he sits down on the couch to eat and sip his tea, glad that the plate has stuff he actually likes on it.

Nodding a little, James sighs as he walks over with his own plate, settling down close beside Q. "Q, you've been sneezing and coughing, you're cold even though it's probably 80 degrees in here. Face it, you're getting sick. I just want to see if we can head it off before it gets too bad." Quietly, he eats, enjoying the quiet time, before he leans over and turns on his computer. "Lets spend a good, old-fashioned evening watching movies. I think you would benefit from the rest. And I know you secretly like cuddling." he says playfully, smirking over at the young man, finishing his little meal before he starts loading up a movie website he subscribes to, because sometimes he just needs something to kill some time when he's on a mission and this always seemed like a good option.

For a few moments, Q just watches James and then he smiles. "Well, this is rather domestic." he says as he puts his feet up on the coffee table, then adds, "There's nothing wrong with liking a good cuddle. Just because I am a computer genius, or perhaps because of it, doesn't mean I don't appreciate being close to another human being. Unlike certain people in this room, I don't get the opportunity to get close to anyone often. Not that you seem to spare a lot of time cuddling. I was under the impression you weren't the sort to want someone clinging all over you." He says as he finishes his food, putting the plate aside onto the coffee table.

James arches an eyebrow. "I like cuddling, when it's with someone I care about." he says as he watches Q. "The women on missions, Q.. they mean nothing to me, you know that, don't you?" he asks as he reaches over to put an arm around Q's waist, dragging him close to his side.

Sighing a little, contentedly, Q rests his head on James' shoulder, giving in to his desires for once, before he sits up a little to select some action movie off of the screen of the agent's laptop, before he gets upon his knees on the couch to push James down until he's laying on his back, before he slips between the back of the couch and the double-oh's body to cuddle and watch the screen at the same time.

A storm starts moving in, true to what Bond predicted, as they cuddle and watch one movie, and then two. And while James doesn't say anything, he can feel the warmth of Q's skin through his clothes, knowing the younger man must be getting a slight fever, and as the night goes on, a small little cough starts to form, Q not even moving and he ends up coughing a little here or there simply from breathing. Midway through the second movie, the boffin can't even keep his eyes open, and James slowly sits up, picking the young man up. "Alright.. off to bed with you..." Carrying the younger man into the bedroom, he lays him down on the bed slowly and pulls the covers up over him, knowing that he needs to stay warm, even if he might find it uncomfortable.

"Stay.." Q says sleepily, grabbing at James' arm, having been quite comfortable against the other man.

Making small shushing noises at Q, James reaches out and removes the young man's hand from his arm, kissing the palm softly. "I'm just going to close up our room, in case the winds pick up.. take your sweatshirt off, get comfortable, I'll be right back.." he soothes, reaching out to brush the fringe away from the brunette's forehead.

Seeming satisfied with that, Q nods a little, stripping his sweatshirt off and tossing it aside before he nestles down under the covers, trying to keep his eyes open as he waits for James to get back, listening to him shut up the windows, lock doors and even shut the large doors that lead out onto the deck. Finally, he returns to bed, changing into some pajama pants and then sliding under the covers, reaching out to pull the young man closer against him. "Bloody hell, you're burning up." He mutters softly, kissing Q's soft hair before pulling him tight.

Q is a little uncomfortable, but he burrows up close to James, starting to feel the cold in his bones, but he places a soft kiss on the agent's neck, nuzzling into it. He's open and vulnerable, and he knows it, but he hopes James won't take advantage of that. "It would be.. so dangerous to love you, James." he whispers softly as he squirms around a little more until he gets comfortable, almost fully surrounded by the agent's arms and legs now. "You can't disappear. You can't just.. drop off without telling me where you went." he mumbles, swallowing a little, eyes closing sleepily. "Please don't abandon me, James.." He pleads before he drifts off to sleep.

Holding the boffin close against him, James lowers his head and places several soft kisses against Q's hair. "I won't, Q. I promise. Even if no one else knows where I am.. you will always know." He promises softly, worried as he feels how warm the other man is, just continuing to hold him and stroke his back, leaning down to whisper to the sleeping form of his quartermaster.

"I'm not perfect, Q. But don't give up on me."

I almost skipped writing a chapter tonight because I just wasn't feeling it, certainly not as much as I did yesterday, but then I would have let myself down. So here is a chapter, not exactly how I wanted it to be, but it gets me to where I want to go. So I hope you all enjoy it!

Please, please let me know what you think!