When Q falls asleep against him, James just continues to hold him, kissing the top of his head. But eventually he both gets restless and his arm starts to go numb, so he gently lays the boffin down on the couch, making sure the blanket is tucked around him and his legs are up on the couch. The rain has gotten a little less violent but it's still falling, so James decides to be a little devious, so he picks up his cellphone and slips out onto the deck, leaving the door open so he can hear if the young brunette wakes up, before he dials and leans on the railing with one hand.

"James Bond, shouldn't you be.. I don't know, having some fun or terrorizing our young Quartermaster?" Moneypenny asks as she answers the phone, sounding highly amused.

"I've left off the terrorizing him for the moment. He's been working too hard, and has caught himself a horrible flu. Not to mention the fact that it's raining cats and dogs.. The roads may be too bad, and we may not be able to make it out of here by the end of the week." James says casually with a little smile, trying not to let his voice betray too much.

Eve just laughs a little. "And of course you call me with this bit of news because you know I'm more sympathetic to Q's health than anyone else. I suppose this weather looks like it's going to be around for a while?" She asks, amusement in her tone.

"Well, I'm not sure, but we do want to make sure that Q has a full recovery before he flies anywhere. He doesn't handle flying well in the first place, I don't think it would be safe for him to fly until he's back to one-hundred percent." Bond says calmly as he listens to the ocean, then he turns and looks back at the sleeping man on the couch, who looks so young and vulnerable to him at the moment.

"Oh, of course. We can't have our esteemed Quartermaster at anything less than his best. And I am sure he will benefit from being in your tender care." Eve sounds very much like she's trying not to laugh, but the grin is more than obvious in her voice. "I suppose I might be able to negotiate you another week or two. Mudslides are so very dangerous and unpredictable, especially in the rainy season.." There's mock-concern in her tone now, before she chuckles a little. "I will do this for you, Bond.. On one condition." She says in a firm tone.

"And what's that, Miss Moneypenny? Surely getting shot by you is enough to incur this small favor?" Bond asks curiously with a slight chuckle.

Moneypenny laughs softly. "Oh, I don't want very much.. Only a few details." Her voice drops a little into a more seductive register, the type that she used when she was shaving Bond in Shanghai.

Sighing a little and turning to look back over the ocean, content for now that Q is going to remain asleep, James looks down into the water below their bungalow. "Now, now, Eve.. you know I don't kiss and tell." He scolds gently, a little amused. "Afterall, I could tell some rather interesting things about you, now couldn't I?"

A gasp from the other end. "James Bond, don't you dare!" Eve's voice sounds rather shocked and maybe a little bit afraid, before she turns to sullen and pouty. "Fine. I'll buy you the time you want. At least bring me back something pretty."

Chuckling a little, James nods even though she can't see him. "I will bring you back something wonderful, Miss Moneypenny. Goodnight." he says before he hangs up, turning to head back inside, only to see a pair of sleepy eyes looking at him suspiciously from the couch.

"Who was on the phone, James?" Q asks, still sleepy as he snuggles down in his covers, glasses on at the moment as he stretches out on the couch, so that he can see James, watching him closely.

James smiles as he walks over and perches on the edge of the couch, reaching out to brush some hair out of Q's eyes. "Eve." He says before he shrugs. "Just checking in, updating her on what's going on." He explains as he looks at the brunette. "Come on.. lets get you to bed." He says mischievously with a little wink before he suddenly scoops Q up into his arms, bridal style, blankets and all.

After a token protest, because he really was too tired to get up by himself, Q tilts his head down against James' shoulder. "You're plotting something, don't lie to me, I'm in your ear on missions, and you're in mine, I can tell when you're plotting something." he says before he sighs a little. "Don't you tell anyone about this, either.. The.. the carrying thing, I mean.." he mumbles as he finds himself laid out on the bed and the covers slowly undone from his body to spread them out properly before James slides into bed as well and pulls Q back against him, Q's back flat against Bond's chest.

Gently, James starts placing soft kisses on Q's shoulder and neck once in a while, nuzzling into his hair and then sighing a little. "Just relax, Q. Don't think about work. I won't tell anyone anything that happens here. I don't kiss and tell. Stop worrying and let yourself enjoy being here, as much as you can." he soothes quietly as he holds the younger man, pressing another light kiss to his shoulder.

Q grumbles a little. "James, I am hardly in the mood or condition for sex. Surely you can control your libido for a while?" he asks as he shifts, coughing hard for a few moments before relaxing and trying to find a spot that doesn't hurt his chest.

Rubbing Q's chest soothingly, James shakes his head for a few moments. "You ridiculous boy." he says playfully. "I am not trying to seduce you. Trust me, you'll know if I'm trying to seduce you." he purrs, before he just smiles, placing a few more soft kisses. "I just happen to enjoy being allowed to kiss you. And I thought you enjoyed it. I just want you to relax... Get some sleep." He says quietly, giving him one last kiss on the shoulder before he merely holds the younger man.

"It is rather nice." Q mumbles quietly as he relaxes a little, drifting off slightly. "Well.. carry on, then.." He says in a shadow of his normal lofty tones, stretching out a little before he curls back into himself a bit as he relaxes. "I forgot how much I missed this." He says quietly, resting his hand over James' gently. "Not being alone.. being held.. I missed that.." He mutters before finally drifting off.

James sighs a little as he looks at the mop of hair in front of him, kissing the back of Q's neck softly for a moment before he just watches the young man sleep. When he starts to fall asleep as well, he sighs a little. "My dear, Q.. I will hold you whenever you like." He says before he falls asleep, his forehead resting against the brunette's head, as the rain continues to fall outside.

So sorry for the slow update on this one! My Bond muse is sulking, I think. Possibly because my Sherlock muse whipped her butt these last few days, lol. I will try and do better! Once I reconcile my muses. :D

I hope you all enjoy this short little chapter. Bond SO knows how to use those charms of his. Question is... when will Q find out? :)

Reviews/comments very welcome!