"I can NOT believe that we actually took a ferry and a train to just go to Austria", Bond growled.
"I told you that I don't like flying. So if you need my help on a mission, you better accept the changes in your modes of transportation.", Q huffed airily.
"Waste of time", Bond muttered.
"I'm worth it", Q sing-songed back.
This mission wasn't supposed to be particularly dangerous or difficult, but Bond needed Q to be on-site to hack a computer right after Bond tricked the mark.
They were currently in an extravagant palace ballroom with walls covered in golden gilding. Q tried his best to not look impressed when he came in, but he couldn't really control that immediate albeit tiny gasp of awe that he made when he first entered the room. Bond had smirked at him in that very annoying way.
Bond and Q were supposed to be playing newlyweds, absolutely engrossed with each other, and if Q was to be honest with himself, he felt a certain amount of thrill when he commanded Bond's complete attention, even if the attention was just a cover.
But at times, it could be rather irritating. Especially when Q was being hit on by an incredibly attractive man, and Bond suddenly appeared out of nowhere to scare him off. At first, Q thought that it was because Bond wanted them to both keep their cover and concentrate on the mission, but then Q started to notice that although Q couldn't flirt, that didn't mean that Bond didn't flirt with anything and everything that crossed his way. Of course Bond would make sure that everyone else would have a professional and boring experience while Bond himself mixed work with pleasure on a regular basis.
Anyway, the con was almost over, and Bond gave Q the signal to approach. Bond was playing drunk, and planted a rather sloppy kiss on Q's mouth, and slipped a tiny copy of a blueprint into Q's hand.
"Good luck darling", Bond slurred, "I love you."
Q rolled his eyes and hurried out of his room to go find that computer.
