Classified (alafaye) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2017-12-11 00:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: alafaye, dec11, fandom: james bond, prompt11, year: 2017 |
Dec11, James Bond, James/Q, Gifts From Afar
Title: Gifts From Afar
Fandom: James Bond
Pairing: James/Q
Rating: R
"No."
James tilted his head as if considering the gingerbread house, but Q saw the peek of blue meaning that James was looking up at the cameras.
"What do you mean 'no'?" James asked, slowly starting to smile. "It would look nice on the kitchen table."
Q snorted and took a drink of tea. "The cats will eat it. You know they will."
James sighed. "But imagine if we could make it into a competition. A bite here, a bite there."
"And?" Q pressed. "Never mind the cats -- how would you even get it back into the country?"
James leaned forward. "Says here they mail them. I could put in an order and it might get there before I do."
"No," Q bit out. "Coming up on your three."
"On your three?" James laughed and straightened, going left toward a cafe. "Where did you pick that up?"
"Shut up and focus," Q said. "I think you'll find an alley up ahead that will prove useful..."
~~~
One Week Later
Q was in the garage, working on some mods for a new car, when his phone chimed. He took it out and smirked.
It was a gift.
And I returned it to the giver as I didn't have a receipt for the unwanted gift.
It wasn't meant to be returned.
Too bad. I did warn you.
There wasn't an answer. Q put the phone down and went back to trying to get a small radio transmitter under the wheel.
In a few moments, however, his phone chimed again. He blushed when he found a photo that was... Well.
I'm nearly sure that isn't what one is meant to do with a gingerbread house.
It isn't obscene, love. Just a little suggestive.
Of what?
Come find out.
Q tapped his phone on his chin, considering.
Will you get rid of it if I do?
It's your gift though I'd rather you actually eat it.
Tell you what. If I come over, I get to bring it to the branch and you can tell them it's for the office.
Be here in less than thirty and I'll do it.
Q smirked and left the garage in only a few moments. Victory.