Q knew he had at least an hour until Bond showed up. As he sat on his couch, the adrenaline from their earlier encounter and his hasty exit began to fade away and he could feel the exhaustion of his constant workaholic state beginning to seep in. Normally by this time at night he would lie down and be dead to the world within about two minutes of his head hitting the pillow. Maybe he would just close his eyes for a minute. As he did, his mind sleepily replayed the pleasant sounds of Bond's quick breathing and low moans. Then he remembered the awkward silence and the tone he couldn't recognize in Bond's voice afterward. He really had no idea what was going to happen once Bond came through the door. Would Bond pounce and they'd begin where they left off earlier? Would they have to have an uncomfortable talk about intentions and where this was going? These were all issues that would normally seem pressing but now he found he was just too exhausted to even consider thinking about. He began to drift off, dreaming of words on his monitor screen and Bond's voice in his ear.
He stirred very lightly as he heard his front door open, but his eyelids were too exhausted to open just yet. He really hoped it was Bond and not someone coming to burgle him. He heard the familiar cat-like steps approach and as his eyes slid open he felt the couch depress next to him and a warm hand slide around his waist from behind. Good, not a burglar then. Or perhaps an extremely friendly one.
"Hi," Bond murmured very softly. Q rubbed his eyes, thinking of what a mess he must look like. He was still mostly upright on the couch with his hair flattened down on one side and his glasses pressed against the side of his face. Not exactly the midnight seduction he had imagined in his head. He took a breath and leaned back a little bit, feeling the solid body behind him and then felt Bond press his head closer, leaning up against his back. Bond nuzzled his neck and Q gave a little sigh at the feeling. He didn't dare turn around yet, not wanting to meet Bond's eyes, not wanting to say anything that might spoil the moment or begin a real conversation just yet. Better to prolong the enjoyment of Bond's hands finally on his body without any complications for the moment.
"I fell asleep," Q said rather lamely, his voice still rough with sleep.
"With your door unlocked," Bond whispered into the back of Q's neck. It caused him to squirm, his mind beginning to slowly wake up, along with his body.
"I left it open for you." It was a simple statement but as he said it Q suddenly felt it meant a lot more. He twisted around to face Bond, the arm around his waist tightening slightly and bringing him closer. Their eyes met, cool blue to light green and slightly red around the edges. God, Bond's eyes were beautiful. Q's gaze traced along the lines of Bond's face, drinking in the details that he had only imagined earlier, watching as the soft lips parted a little and a pink tongue came out to moisten them slightly. Bond's eyes held his own and then flicked down to Q's lips. The moment seemed to last forever.
"May I…" Bond licked his lips again. "May I kiss you?"
Q swallowed and looked at Bond, wondering at his sudden propriety. "Yes, please." Bond closed more distance between the two of them, hovering over Q's lips for just a moment before brushing against them very softly. Then the kiss deepened, Bond's tongue licking into Q's mouth, his other hand coming up to rest against the side of Q's neck and then slide up to his jaw. It was just like Q had imagined. Just like it, and also indescribably better. They broke apart finally, Bond moving both hands to cup the sides of Q's face and resting their foreheads together.
"It's a bit odd," Q mumbled, saying the words he distinctly had thought he wouldn't say. "You know. After what happened, it's still a bit odd."
Bond chuckled, releasing Q and leaning back against the couch cushions. "I suppose. But pretty fantastic too, yes?" Bond looked at him apprehensively. Q smiled a little, wondering at Bond's change of character. He had been commanding and in control earlier and now all of a sudden seemed so shy in person. Could he possibly be a little insecure? How could he have missed how Q felt about him? Q stifled a yawn and the look on Bond's face changed from tentatively relaxed to slightly concerned with a crease of his brows. He got up from the couch and took Q's wrist to pull him up next to him.
"I've been awake for 24 hours and you've probably been awake longer. We can screw our brains out and talk in the morning. Let's go to sleep." A bit of the bravado was back in his voice after the brief moment of uncertainty he had let slip. Bond didn't let go as he began to drag an unresisting Q off by the wrist, and then suddenly stopped short. "Er, well… where is your bedroom?"
Q grinned at him impishly, sleep still addling his brain slightly. "Not what I thought you'd be saying to me 24 hours ago. This way." Q turned his wrist to grab Bond solidly by the hand, leading him through the flat to his bedroom. His exhausted mind allowed him to do this calmly without too much thought of 'Where is this going?', and 'God, is that my dirty underwear in a pile?' getting in the way. They reached the room and stood staring at the unmade bed, Q again growing very shy despite everything.
Bond, sensing this, pulled Q closer and brought them into a sweet kiss. When they broke apart he hooked his hands on the bottom of Q's jumper and tugged upward, pulling it off over his head. It got stuck on Q's glasses and they had to fumble about for a bit until he was finally free.
"Sorry," Bond chuckled. "I'll do better next time." Q smiled lazily at the promise in his voice and watched Bond's blue eyes travel down his now naked torso. "So beautiful." His hands followed the path of his eyes, running over his pale and slightly chilled skin and Q scrambled to get Bond in a similar state of undress. He didn't say anything, but allowed his hands to map out the contours of Bond's well-formed muscles and numerous scars. He hadn't realized Bond would have so many scars.
Q's skin was beginning to turn to gooseflesh so they both shucked off their pants and slid under the covers, Bond reaching out for Q, and Q snuggling in closer. They shared a few gentle kisses and Q was out like a light before he even had to worry about sleep positions or if he should brush his teeth. In the darkness, Bond looked down at the curly mess of hair that was tucked up against his side and smiled. "So beautiful," he repeated into the silence and then closed his eyes as well.
A/N: I was hoping to make this section a bit longer but am breaking it up into two smaller parts due to becoming majorly sick over the weekend. The next chapter will include fun times on the following morning! Thanks for taking the time to read and respond!