"Possessive cuddler?" James asks with a skeptical arch of his eyebrow, not even sure what that term means but he has not actually slept beside enough people in intimate situations for them to find out anything like that about him. Still, he likes the fact that Q might know a few things about him that no one else does. It lends another level of intimacy to their relationship that Bond quite likes.
"Yes. When you're asleep, you've been wrapping yourself around me quite snugly, that is, not uncomfortably so. You just hold me close to you, as if you're afraid I'll escape. And if I do try and slip out, well.. you certainly don't allow that." he notes with a slight smirk as he glances up at James. "You try to keep me all to yourself. At least your unconscious mind does." he says thoughtfully with a small smile, pausing to fold both arms across the older man's chest, resting his chin on his folded hands so he can watch the agent's face, feeling rather happy, and relaxed at the moment.
Laughing softly as Q seems much younger than he is for a few moments, James smiles a little. "I suppose I just want to keep you close." he says softly as he brushing some fringe off Q's forehead, tucking his hair back a little. with a little smile, one finger stroking over the edge of his ear slowly. "Just look at you.." he says quietly with some awe to his tone.
A small snort escapes the younger man, and he lets out a soft cough before shaking his head slightly. "Well, you better relish the time you have, Mr. Bond. Because soon enough you will have to go chasing after terrorists or whatever other mission they decide you're perfect for." he says with a little sigh, tilting his head to the side a little. "Not that you'll be sleeping alone if you don't want to." he says quietly, gently shifting his arms to run two fingers slowly up Bond's collarbone from his neck toward his shoulder, before sliding across the top of his shoulder, curling his hand around Bond's nape, thumb stroking up his neck slowly, fascinated with the texture of his skin and feeling the strength of the muscle underneath.
"I suppose that depends on you, my dear Q." James says with a little smile as he looks at the other man curiously. "If I have you waiting for me, and in my ear, then why would I want another anonymous bed partner who isn't part of my mission?" he asks, running his hand through Q's hair again, enjoying the feel of it. "Perhaps you'll even deem it enjoyable to talk to me a bit after the mission is done and I have nothing to do but sit in my hotel room and wait for my flight." he says with a small smile. "That, combined with one of your clever cameras would be better than any standard video chat program, and more secure. I could think of some very interesting things to do with that." He offers as he watches the young genius, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Groaning with a little shake of his head, Q drops his head so his forehead rests against Bond's sternum. "You, Bond, are a bloody teenager. Can you think with anything else other than what's between your legs?" he asks, shaking his head for a moment, but he still laughs, lifting his head before sliding up James' body to look down into his eyes. "You are suggesting that I use MI6 technology for my personal gain.." He says thoughtfully, before he adds, "I will admit, it would be a pleasant way to wind down from missions, having a chat with you. Your missions tend to be rather stressful. Mostly because you don't do a thing I say."
James chuckles as he strokes Q's cheek gently for a few moments. "that's hardly fair." he notes as he looks at the younger man. "I do most of what you say. I enjoy hearing your voice in my ear during missions, especially when you get exasperated or flustered with me." He says with a slow grin, finally shifting and in a swift movement rolls them over so he's laying above Q, looking down at him and just admiring him, fingers tracing over his forehead, cheek, nose and chin gently, before he brushes his fingers over Q's lips. "We have a long time to be able to try out my other ideas." He says with a wink, lowering his head, kissing Q's nose and laughing at the thoroughly unimpressed face he makes, before James lowers his head further and brushes a few soft kisses against the brunette's soft lips, sighing contently.
A small whine of disappointment is given when the soft kisses stop, completely involuntary of course, making Q sigh a little as he looks up at James. "This is rather nice therapy, I believe better than chicken soup.." he says with a small chuckle, curling his hand around James' neck, stroking his fingers through the closely cropped hair, dragging his blunt nails across his scalp for a few moments, "I find this.. very restful.." He says with a slight smirk before he pulls James down for another few, soft kisses, before he sighs. "Perhaps we should readjust to lay properly on the bed?" He asks as he notices his feet are still hanging off the edge at an awkward angle.
Reluctant to give up his comfortable position, James sighs a little and nods, giving Q a soft kiss, before he gets up, grabbing the previously sought after laptop, putting it on the end table before he arranges the pillows, helping the brunette up to lay down before he pulls up the covers to the man's waist, moving to hover over him, slowly removing Q's glasses and setting them on the night stand. "There.." he says thoughtfully, brushing his fingers over Q's forehead, brushing the hair back from his face slowly.
A small squirm of his body and Q settles down into the mattress, looking up at Bond. "This is quite a comfortable bed." He observes, enjoying these gentle little moments because he knows that if he gives in, if he agrees to a relationship with James Bond, then there won't be many moments like this. Though he never dreamed when he agreed to this mission - or rather, was coerced into it - he's discovering that there is an entirely new side to the double-oh. One that can be caring, gentle, loving even. And very affectionate, something that has been sorely lacking in Q's life, and not something he even knew he missed until now. He thought he was self-sufficient and that he was alright with being alone, he never felt that he needed anyone else. And then Bond came along, and this bloody mission, and now the idea of going back to his flat to a cold bed every night, for the normal banter and flirtation between them to be gone, or worse, for it to be hollow and flat, makes it feel like it's hard for him to breathe and his heart is constricting in his chest. For a moment, he finds it hard to breath, one hand tightening where it rests on Bond's arm, the other on the back of his neck.
Looking more than a little concerned at the sudden change in Q, James cups the boffin's cheek for a moment. "Q? Q, are you alright?" he asks in concern as he looks into those slightly unfocused green eyes. It looks like he's starting to have a panic attack and Bond is not really sure what he said or did that might have caused it, or what might be going on in that brilliant mind of his.
After a moment where his vision whites out, Q finally focuses back on Bond and he nods quietly. "Yes.. yes, I'm fine." he says quietly, but his voice sounds a little breathless. He looks up at James with a slightly shocked expression on his face, his hand sliding from around the agent's neck to rest against his cheek as he looks up into those brilliant blue eyes.
"I can't go back to the way things were, James. I can't.. I don't know if I can live without this anymore."
Poor Q. Epiphanies hurt sometimes.
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