"I should certainly hope so!" Q says indignantly which just makes him cough a little more. "Ugh, I hate being sick. and you arranged such a lovely holiday.. do I hear rain?" He asks as he stops for a moment and listens, only part of that slightly snarky.
James just chuckles softly and places a light kiss on the back of Q's shoulder. Despite his attempt at subduing his libido, he can't help but admire Q like this. Getting to touch his smooth skin, such a contrast to Bond's own, especially considering that there's hardly a scar on his skin, and it's so pale. But more than just the nudity, the way he's opening up, emotionally vulnerable, is what really gets to Bond. To be trusted with that side of Q, he considers a deep honor.
"Yes, you do hear rain.. Seems to be quite a storm outside. Did I forget to tell you that it's the rainy season here?" He asks curiously with a little smirk as he watches the younger man. "I guess we'll just have to stay inside afterall." He says with a little chuckle, before he sighs. "The water's cooling off.. come on.. lean forward a bit so I can get up and I'll help you out." He offers quietly as he nudges Q forward.
Grumbling a little, Q shoots a weak glare back at Bond, which is also less effective because he doesn't have his glasses on so his eyes are a little unfocused. "I am hardly an invalid, Bond. I merely have a cold, or a flu.. probably the bloody flu." He mutters, but all the same, he leans forward, briefly placing his face in the water before he lifts it with a soft exhale and a small cough. He can already feel and hear the slight rattling in his chest during the cough. His eyes are closed, and he sighs. "I need to eat something." he says lazily, turning his head to the side so he can watch the slightly blurry shape of James.
Bond smirks, agilely pulling his legs up under him and getting out, opening the drain and then slinging a towel around his waist before he offers his hands to help Q out of the tub. He's not so worried about the man being able to do things on his own, more that he might slip or something, as he seems a little uncoordinated. He does watch the younger man dunk his face with some amusement, shaking his head. "This is a whole new, odd side to you, Q." he says with a smirk as he starts to dry off the younger man, taking his time and making sure that he's dry. It's true that anyone who knows James Bond, 007, would not think of him as the domestic type, or the caring type, but there's something about Q that brings it out in him. The brunette just always looks so damned vulnerable.
Q also isn't the type to let someone take care of him like that, but he is feeling rather awful, and so at the moment he doesn't bloody well care. "James, where are my glasses?" He grumbles quietly, not sure if they left them in the bedroom or if they were here in the bathroom somewhere. Before he can start flailing around for them, he feels the towel secured around his face then the world comes into sharp focus when his glasses are placed on his face. "Oh. There you are. Much better." He says with a semblance of his former wit.
"Here I am." James says, resting his hand on Q's cheek for a moment before he leads the sick man out into the main room, digging through the brunette's clothes until he comes up with some pants which he tosses at Q, then another pair of pajama pants. When he turns around, Q has the pants on, and he hands over the pajama pants, holding the younger man when he starts coughing again.
Q tries to push him away, and he sighs a little. "I'll get you sick.." He says weakly, his pushing not very effective at all. When it doesn't look like Bond is going to let him go, he slumps against the older man. "Fine. See if I bloody care. Don't expect me to take care of you if you get sick." He grumbles as he rests his head on James's shoulder, all the energy leaving him.
Laughing a little, James holds Q up easily, and he leads him out to the livingroom, lowering him down to the couch and helping the brunette to lay down. "There you go.." he looks out at the rain, and then strokes Q's fringe back. "Sleep for a while, Q, I'll go see if I can find something to eat from the main house. I very much doubt that room service will deliver." He says with amusement, grabbing a blanket to tuck the young man in. "And stay off your laptop." He says in a firm tone, before he brings over some juice and water, putting them on the coffee table. "Try to drink something."
Making a little grunt of acknowledgement, Q glances up at Bond. "Be careful." He mumbles once he sees how hard the rain is coming down, not moving from his blanket cocoon, looking at the water as if he's not sure if it's worth getting out from beneath the blankets. In the end he decides it's not worth it just yet and instead yawns widely. "Not going anywhere. Go." He says with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Smiling a little at the picture that a sick Q makes all bundled up on the couch, James leans over and kisses that mop of wavy hair before he straightens to find himself some clothes that he won't mind being soaked in. "It's adorable how bossy you are when you can barely stand up on your own."
"I'll show you bossy." Q grumbles, throwing a decorative pillow at James weakly. "Go get me some food, slave." He orders weakly, reaching out to pick up the water and drink some of it before he puts it back down, giving the double-oh a surly, unhappy look.
Shocked into a loud laugh, James' eyebrows go up as he walks over to Q. "Is that what you want, Q, another minion to order around?" He asks playfully as he leans over the younger man. "Sleep. That's an order." He says firmly, kissing his forehead, a little concerned with how warm it is, before he gets up, slips on some sandals, makes sure that he has his room keys before he steps out into the driving rain.
It's obvious once Bond starts down the path, that something happened. This storm is bigger than anyone apparently anticipated, he can see how the water is affecting the landscape, and he knows that if it doesn't end soon they might have to deal with mudslides and they might very well be stuck at this lovely resort. Which is just fine by Bond, but he knows others might be a little less than pleased.
He's soaked through when he steps through the doors of the main building, not caring so much even if his shirt does cling to his muscular chest. At least he remembered to put the ring back on. It doesn't keep the pretty girl at the counter from giving him a stunning smile. "Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" She asks, leaning forward a little to give him a good view down her blouse.
Now, 007 has always had a rather healthy libido. Some might call it overactive. And at one time this woman would have been just his type. Beautiful, curvy and willing. And as he gazes at her, he realizes that as luscious as her body is, it bores him. He knows every place that he could touch or suck or kiss that would make her writhe in pleasure and cry out his name. There's no challenge in it. And instead of her deep brown eyes, all he can think of are a pair of vivid green ones looking at him condescendingly from behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.
That realization makes him smile a little as he looks at the young woman in front of him. Because he finds that he doesn't want her curves and darkly tanned skin, he wants to explore the flat planes of a much paler body. Unfortunately that isn't in the cards for the moment, and he shakes his head to try and get himself back on track.
"Maybe you can.. You see, my husband seems to have come down with the flu." James says sadly, watching as the girl's eyes flicker down to his left hand and the ring there, then she looks briefly disappointed and straightens up. Ignoring that, Bond pushes on. "And seeing as it's raining by the bucket out there, I figured room service was out of the question, so I was hoping if I might be able to rustle up some soup or something for him to eat... In a container that will survive the storm?" He asks hopefully, knowing he comes across as a very concerned husband, and to be honest he is. Except for the fact that he isn't actually married to Q.
Despite her disappointment, the woman's expression softens. "Awww. Poor thing... Sick on vacation, there's nothing worse." She coos sympathetically, before she smiles. "Let me just call down to the kitchen, and see what I can do, what room are you in?" She asks as she picks up the phone and presses a few buttons, then holds a pen above a piece of paper to take down notes.
Bond gives the cabin number before he leans on the counter a little, not seeming to notice that he's still soaked through, but at least he's not dripping on her counter. For a moment he looks out at the rain, hoping that his quartermaster is getting some sleep, he doesn't like leaving him alone, not since the incident with the gun.
Vaguely James registers the woman talking to someone in the kitchens but he's staring at the rain, thinking of Q, and hoping that the weather remains difficult so they can perhaps extend their stay a little. They can't be expected to get to the airport in weather like this, especially with some of the sub-standard roads he saw on the way in. He's finally drawn back to the present when the woman says something to him.
"Mr. Bond? Sir? The kitchens will be bringing something right up for you."
"Thank you, miss. My husband will appreciate your kindness."
Ahhh! Adorable fluff. I can't help myself. Q just lends himself to adorableness.
Thank you all for your lovely reviews. More to come soon, and hopefully Q will recover some of his snark because it's just so cute, especially when he's sick and can't quite pull off the aloof thing.
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