Skyfall: On Q
Title: On Q
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: 007/Q
Fandom: Skyfall
Rating: PG13
Word count: 370
Disclaimer: Characters and film are the property of MGM, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for : Birthday gift for sehren83, who requested guns and roses, 007/Q, fandom: Skyfall
Summary: Bond is less interested in a new gadget than he is in Q.
"It's been coded to your palmprint," said Q, "so only you can fire it." He displayed the Walther to 007, well aware that Bond's favorite gadgets were guns. Q frowned at 007 when he realized the operative was scanning the area and paying him little attention.
"What is that intriguing scent, Q?" asked Bond.
Q smiled. "Roses, 007," he said, indicating a vase of flowers nearby. "We're developing blooms that release certain pheromones, designed to seduce and distract."
Bond's gaze swung to Q and focused on him intently. "I do believe they're working," he murmured, prowling closer.
Q took a nervous step back and forced a laugh. "You're welcome to tuck a bloom in your lapel, should you be having dinner with some lovely lady tonight," he said.
"I'm leaving for Shanghai tonight," said Bond. "A dangerous assignment," he added. "I may not return."
As 007 continued to advance, Q continued to retreat until his back met the edge of a work table. He opened his mouth to make a pithy comment about 007's ability to survive, but when Bond crowded against him, Q gasped instead.
"Send me off with a bang, Q."
"Sorry?" Q squeaked. His body was reacting to Bond's, and Q was mortified. There was a reason he didn't spend much time with the fairer sex, and it wasn't because of his elevated intellect. Bond, however, was a ladies' man.
Q put a hand against the operative's chest and tried to push him away. "Snap out of it, Bond," he said sharply. "It's the roses."
Bond wedged a knee between Q's thighs and pressed his lips to Q's neck.
The gun dropped from Q's hand, unnoticed, and he arched forward and tipped his head back. It seemed Bond was going to get his way in this, and Q was unable, and unwilling, to stop him. He dared to raise a hand and slide it through Bond's short hair. Q moaned when Bond's teeth scraped his throat while his hand reached for Q's belt buckle.
There was nothing left to do but surrender, and Q did so with a breathy sigh. "Oh, James..."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: 007/Q
Fandom: Skyfall
Rating: PG13
Word count: 370
Disclaimer: Characters and film are the property of MGM, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for : Birthday gift for sehren83, who requested guns and roses, 007/Q, fandom: Skyfall
Summary: Bond is less interested in a new gadget than he is in Q.
"It's been coded to your palmprint," said Q, "so only you can fire it." He displayed the Walther to 007, well aware that Bond's favorite gadgets were guns. Q frowned at 007 when he realized the operative was scanning the area and paying him little attention.
"What is that intriguing scent, Q?" asked Bond.
Q smiled. "Roses, 007," he said, indicating a vase of flowers nearby. "We're developing blooms that release certain pheromones, designed to seduce and distract."
Bond's gaze swung to Q and focused on him intently. "I do believe they're working," he murmured, prowling closer.
Q took a nervous step back and forced a laugh. "You're welcome to tuck a bloom in your lapel, should you be having dinner with some lovely lady tonight," he said.
"I'm leaving for Shanghai tonight," said Bond. "A dangerous assignment," he added. "I may not return."
As 007 continued to advance, Q continued to retreat until his back met the edge of a work table. He opened his mouth to make a pithy comment about 007's ability to survive, but when Bond crowded against him, Q gasped instead.
"Send me off with a bang, Q."
"Sorry?" Q squeaked. His body was reacting to Bond's, and Q was mortified. There was a reason he didn't spend much time with the fairer sex, and it wasn't because of his elevated intellect. Bond, however, was a ladies' man.
Q put a hand against the operative's chest and tried to push him away. "Snap out of it, Bond," he said sharply. "It's the roses."
Bond wedged a knee between Q's thighs and pressed his lips to Q's neck.
The gun dropped from Q's hand, unnoticed, and he arched forward and tipped his head back. It seemed Bond was going to get his way in this, and Q was unable, and unwilling, to stop him. He dared to raise a hand and slide it through Bond's short hair. Q moaned when Bond's teeth scraped his throat while his hand reached for Q's belt buckle.
There was nothing left to do but surrender, and Q did so with a breathy sigh. "Oh, James..."