ileolai asked: 17 + 00Q
Hugs from BehindHis heart is finally calming to a reasonable pace in his chest but his skin is still to tight and he is still cursing every single reflex he’s ever had ingrained into his psyche. There’s a soft flow of air steadily streaming through the vents and though the summer day has been brutally hot, the evening has cooled off enough that they should really turn off the system because he’s bloody cold.Of course, he could put a shirt on.It’s not like he hasn’t been standing there folding clothes for the last thirty minutes. He’s let out a breath with each precise crease he’s created."James?" Q’s voice floats through his consciousness, the thwak of his now bare feet making just a loud enough difference that he can pinpoint exactly where the other man is.But he still goes tense, gripping the plain white cotton shirt in his fists as he turns his head over his shoulder without making eye contact, and nods.Half a dozen more footsteps and the warmth of Q’s bare chest presses against his back, his arms snaking around Bond’s chest and the barest hint of stubble rubbing along his shoulder. The scent of his shampoo and the feel of his breath along Jame’s skin is enough to do him in, get his body to relax just the tiniest bit on one long exhale.Bond gentle cradles a thin, heavily wrapped wrist and brings it up to press as softly as he can manage against his lips. ”I’m sorry.” His words are quiet against the brace, allowing his emotions and regret to seep through his words in the safety of Q’s embrace."I forgive you. And I promise: No more socks on the hardwood floors, my love. Especially when you’ve just returned from a mission. I should have known better." Q speaks between kisses against the back of Jame’s neck. "And if I do require socks, I’ll get a little bell to wear around my wrist."His laughter, though quiet and reserved, is infectious and though James attempts to resist, he is helpless against the man who holds his heart.For a little while, his world is a little less cold.
tepid-tea asked: for the 3 sentence thing... werewolf AU? :3
Q’s head was heavy as he stirred from the strange dream he had last night; he remembered a desperate chase from home into the forest, pitchforks, the bright moon; full and red, and a pair of icy blue eyes accompanied by growling in the darkness.
Really, Q’s shock at his lack of clothing was completely justifiable, bear pelt sliding off to reveal fair skin; and Q will also later deny his high pitched shriek which echoed in the damp cave when he caught sight of the large man lying on the ground across him, equally as naked as Q, feral features accented by the deer carcass on his side.
"I had to throw the dogs off from your scent, so I tore your clothes off with my teeth and covered you in that bundle before dragging you here," the man gnawed on a piece of bone before offering it with a grin to Q who was clutching the pelt against his chest, "I also licked your wounds clean while you were asleep," and Q could not decide whether this piece of information would be less disturbing if he did not deduce that the man in front of him was a werewolf.