“How did you get in here, 007?” Q’s bag dropped to the floor, anger flowing through him. “Is that my laptop?”
“I couldn’t very well bring mine along, could I?” Bond replied, a brow raised. “I was just getting started, care to join?”
Q had imagined being propositioned by Bond before, had constant dreams about it, but never once had he imagined to walk into his bedroom and find Bond in his pants… It was all a step too far, wasn’t it? Why was Q actually considering saying yes? It wasn’t how Q did things. It shouldn’t have been arousing.
“Fuck,” Q muttered, his elegant prose completely out the window.