Skyfall : James x Q : Misc A : 10 - Nature
TITLE: Allegic to you
AUTHOR: pony_express
FANDOM: Skyfall
PAIRING: James x Q
GENRE: Gen
TABLE: Misc A
PROMPT: 10 "Nature"
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 271 words
SUMMARY: Q is allegic to everything in nature. Everything in nature includes Bond, or does it?
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER Characters disclaimed.
Achoo! Achoo!
Not that you’re counting, but that’s the seventh sneeze in a row. You’d venture to ask the source, your quartermaster, Q, but you think you already know.
“Sorry,” Q says, “someone sent me. . .” Q doesn’t finish the sentence for a sneeze is coming.
And you don’t need him to finish, you know what he was sent. You sent it.
“I’m allergic,” Q continues to explain.
Of course you are, you think rolling your eyes. Q is allergic to everything in nature. Dogs, cats, plants. . . You’re surprised he isn’t allergic to you.
“Actually,” begins Q, and then you realise you voice that opinion.
You try to laugh it off. “There’s nothing that you-”
“Yes, Bond,” Q says dryly, “You already said.”
“Well,” you begin, but you don’t really know how to end the sentence.
“You want to test the theory?” Q’s tone is exactly the same; dry and casual, and you’re not sure how to take it, or how to respond.
Q takes a step closer to you, and raises an eyebrow. Okay, so he is flirting.
“Okay,” you say, not really sure what you’re agreeing to exactly.
You then feel Q’s lips press lightly against your cheek. You can’t help but smile. And an idea begins to form in your mind.
You turn to face Q and press your lips against his firmly. He doesn’t seem to be surprised by your actions, and begins to kiss back.
He pulls back and pulls a face. You give a questioning eyebrow.
“I’m not sure. . .”
“What do you suggest, Quartermaster?” you ask with a little cheeky grin.
“Further testing,” Q smiles with a wink.
AUTHOR: pony_express
FANDOM: Skyfall
PAIRING: James x Q
GENRE: Gen
TABLE: Misc A
PROMPT: 10 "Nature"
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 271 words
SUMMARY: Q is allegic to everything in nature. Everything in nature includes Bond, or does it?
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER Characters disclaimed.
Achoo! Achoo!
Not that you’re counting, but that’s the seventh sneeze in a row. You’d venture to ask the source, your quartermaster, Q, but you think you already know.
“Sorry,” Q says, “someone sent me. . .” Q doesn’t finish the sentence for a sneeze is coming.
And you don’t need him to finish, you know what he was sent. You sent it.
“I’m allergic,” Q continues to explain.
Of course you are, you think rolling your eyes. Q is allergic to everything in nature. Dogs, cats, plants. . . You’re surprised he isn’t allergic to you.
“Actually,” begins Q, and then you realise you voice that opinion.
You try to laugh it off. “There’s nothing that you-”
“Yes, Bond,” Q says dryly, “You already said.”
“Well,” you begin, but you don’t really know how to end the sentence.
“You want to test the theory?” Q’s tone is exactly the same; dry and casual, and you’re not sure how to take it, or how to respond.
Q takes a step closer to you, and raises an eyebrow. Okay, so he is flirting.
“Okay,” you say, not really sure what you’re agreeing to exactly.
You then feel Q’s lips press lightly against your cheek. You can’t help but smile. And an idea begins to form in your mind.
You turn to face Q and press your lips against his firmly. He doesn’t seem to be surprised by your actions, and begins to kiss back.
He pulls back and pulls a face. You give a questioning eyebrow.
“I’m not sure. . .”
“What do you suggest, Quartermaster?” you ask with a little cheeky grin.
“Further testing,” Q smiles with a wink.