A little shocked by Q's words, James stares for a moment before he snaps out of it to try and soothe the young man below him who looks so vulnerable. "Shhh.. Q, it's ok.." He soothes, lowering his head a little to place a soft kiss on the younger man's lips. "I can't say that you won't ever have to live without me. We both know that my job is dangerous." he says quietly, looking down into the other man's green eyes. "You will have me as long as you want me, Q." He says softly, stroking the pale cheek of the man. "You don't have to go back to the way things were, if you don't want to." He reassures softly as he strokes a hand over the young genius' curls.

Q nods a little, still holding onto James' biceps firmly, and after a moment, he slips his arms up and around Bond's neck, pulling him down so their bodies are flush against each other and they can take comfort in his warmth, just clinging to him a little as he tries to get his mind in order, try to figure out how he's going to do this. "You don't understand, James.." he says quietly, closing his eyes for a few moments. "This scares me. So much." HIs hands tighten on the back of his shirt. "I trust you, please don't think I don't. But knowing what you do for a living, it scares me to think of losing you one day. Being with you scares with me. Giving my heart to you, scares me. I think you're being genuine, but they say that vacations like this are.. magical in some way or another. Bloody rubbish, but what if we return to London and the spell is broken, as it were?" he asks as he clings to James.

Sighing a little for a few moments, Bond adjusts his body to be more comfortable, then he kisses Q's neck and shoulder lightly. "I know. I'm here, Q. For as much or as little as you want, I'm here." He says quietly, shifting before rolling over onto his back, still holding the brunette close against him, stroking his back slowly and through his hair, kissing the side of his head lightly.

Trying to keep himself together, Q nods a little, shifting his hold on James when they roll over. "I know." he says quietly, taking a deep breath. "I've just become accustomed to being alone. And being content with being independent, not thinking about anyone else's wellbeing except my own when it comes to my personal life. Of course, at work I have to worry about R&D, my minions, you and the other double-oh's in the field.. I worry about a great many people. It's exhausting. I've always thought I enjoyed my solitude when I got a chance to go home to my flat, I never thought that I would crave someone being there with me, again." He says quietly as he nuzzles into the agent's neck a little, squirming just a bit to slide down his body and get more comfortable, slowly closing his eyes. "To know that I need someone again, that I don't want to come home to an empty flat anymore, it's frightening. Not only for the loss of my privacy - because I know you, James Bond. If allowed, you would be searching every corner of my flat, curious about everything I have there - but there is also the loss of my independence, to a point. Oh, I know you won't always be there, but I also know that you have a very commanding presence, so when you are there, no doubt you would want all of my attention." He points out, closing his eyes and letting out a little sigh.

Considering all of this for a few moments, James sighs, "I don't do relationships very well." he says quietly as he holds Q. "And I don't know what to say right now. I am not going to give you false promises." He says quietly, considering for a few moments. "I don't know what kind of a man I would be in a relationship. Bloody hell, I've never been in one, not really." He says as he slowly strokes his hand up and down Q's back, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. Something occurs to him though, and he chuckles softly. "My dear Q.. did you just ask me to move in with you?" He asks playfully, having just realized he talked about not going home to an empty flat.

Feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck and into his cheeks, Q clears his throat a little. "Well, that's not precisely what I meant, James." He says, tilting his head to hide it from the agent's view. "However, it wouldn't necessarily be.. unpleasant for you to be there." He admits, shifting a little so he can rest one hand on the older man's chest, one hand making little designs on his chest idly as he considers it. "I think it would be better if we see if this can work.. when we get back to London and back to work. It is rather idyllic here, afterall." His voice remains quiet, and after a few moments, the younger man slowly lifts his head and looks up to James' face.

Looking down into those green eyes, James can't help but smile a little, running his hand through the younger man's hair. "As always, dear Q, you're right. Though I wouldn't mind spending every morning of my leave waking up with you in my arms." He says quietly, lifting his head and leaning in to kiss him tenderly for a few moments.

The kiss is returned and Q finally pulls away, yawning a little and murmuring, "I hate being sick.." He grumbles, giving another soft, weak cough, though at least he doesn't have the hacking coughing fits he had a day or two ago. "We should finish this conversation another time." He says with a little shake of his head, before he shifts to slide off of where he was laying on James. "You should find something to do.. I'm going to try and sleep some more.." He grumbles softly.

For a moment, James doesn't let Q get away, he just leans down an gives him a light kiss, before releasing him and sitting up slowly, tucking Q in. "Sleep well." he says softly, clearing anything else off of the bed so that if Q rolls over he won't knock anything off, including his beloved laptop.

Q pays close attention to where that laptop goes before he removes his glasses and puts them aside, curling himself up in the blankets. "Do try not to cause any international incidents while I'm gone, Bond." he says with a little smirk before he nuzzles into one of the pillows, stretching in a somewhat catlike manner before curling up a little. As he drifts off to sleep, the rain stops and the sun peeks out from behind the clouds in the first time in days, finally warming the air and at least attempting to dry the less saturated surfaces.

James smiles a little as he looks over at Q, nodding. "Anything for you, Q." He teases before he steps out of the bedroom closing the door behind him slowly, after taking the chance to look at the boffin one last time where he's quickly drifted off to sleep.

I feel a bit guilty for not updating this yesterday, but I woke up with a head cold and my body decided I was going to go to bed a few hours early, whether I liked it or not! :) So here is this chapter, now finished, and I hope to get one up for my Sherlock story as well here shortly. :D

Please let me know what you think, Reviews/comments welcome!