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James hadn’t even noticed that Q had moved, but suddenly there was a lanky, bony body being pressed against his side, curls tickling his chin. Lifting his eyes from his book, he could see how the quartermaster’s eyes were fixed on the screen of his laptop, fingers flying over the keys.
Long ago, he would have asked what Q was doing. While he appreciated the contact, did it mean that Q wasn’t angry at him for loosing his newest gun and earphone anymore, he was confused about the reason - Q really was anything but a cuddly person.
It had happened before, and since it became colder and colder outside, winter approaching with white flakes raining down the sky and leaving a glittery mess of ice and brown snow on the streets, it happened more often.
Q would shift closer, shivering and lips being slightly blue, or just cuddle against James, curling up and wrapping his body around the agent’s, and would just proceed doing whatever he had been. Reading, typing, destroying a nation’s security system or economy, drinking tea, mostly sleeping.
Really, Q was just a heat seeking suction pad and Bond was fairly sure that he didn’t even realise it.
Q pushed up his glasses with his index finger again, giving a silent noise of annoyance, indicating that something didn’t go after his plan. He shifted closer, until his legs lay sideways over James’, shoulder pressed against the elder’s chest.
Bond wrapped his arms around him, moving until Q was settled comfortably between his legs, the younger man’s back pressed against James’ chest, and Q made a noise of pleasure as he was surrounded by warmth.
Bond smiled fondly, thinking that maybe this time Q actually knew that he had broken his own rule of ‘No cuddling’ while he was working.
Probably not, but not that Bond was complaining.
En contraire.
Bond lowered his head, pressing a kiss on Q’s head, burying his face in the mess of dark, soft curls, pretending to not know that Q was using him as a human heater.