For your kiss fanfic ask— #7!
SOUP! Thank you for the prompt <3 There was no specified pairing, but I assumed maybe you'd like a nice 00Q in this trying time (also, I've not yet seen NTTD, but even though I know what happens we're just going to pretend Bond retires and becomes a content househusband)
kiss fanfic meme: 7. forehead kiss
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Watching Q get ready for work has become Bond’s favorite spectator sport.
It’s like watching a one-man relay race as he moves from one room to the next and back again, collecting the items he needs in fits and starts and tucking them into his bag or onto his person.
The office yields Q’s laptop, the coffee table bears the report he’d been reading the night before—there is a brief break to down half a cup of tea—his tablet is salvaged from the bedroom, where he also gets into an argument with whichever cat has lain down on his suit jacket, which is still laying out on the bed.
There is a break to drink the rest of his tea, a distracting email on his tablet that turns tying his shoes into a five minute affair, and some difficulty finding his keys before Bond points them out on the kitchen counter (though how they’d gotten there was anyone’s guess).
Logically, Bond knows Q had managed perfectly well before him, but it’s nice to think of himself as essential to the process anyway.
There is, at last, the final pat-down as Q checks for all the necessaries: laptop and tablet, all papers and files, his keys, his glasses, his wallet, his–
Q pauses, hand pressed to his back pocket with a look of consternation on his face. He turns to Bond. “Have you seen my–”
Bond holds up Q’s mobile, abandoned earlier on the kitchen table in pursuit of more tea, and which he may or may not have sat himself strategically nearby, waiting for this moment.
Smiling, Q takes his mobile and leans in to thank Bond, pressing a quick and grateful kiss to his forehead.
And this, Bond feels, is the most important part of Q’s morning routine by far.
