Agent Chetiri

Chapter 28

May your adventures bring you closer together, even as they take you far away from home.

-Trenton Lee Stewart

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(December 6, 2013- 6:22 AM)

Snow fell quietly outside the window and Q pulled Alexa a little closer to him. She gladly snuggled into him, happy to have at least some source of warmth. Last night had been a rather interesting night and after all had been said and done, all she was left wearing was Q's shirt and her knickers. She would be cold, if it weren't for Q, the covers, and the warmth that his body provided against hers. Her head was nestled against his chest and both of them felt at peace, which was a nice change from their hectic lives.

The continuous buzz of the doorbell downstairs broke the tranquil silence and rang loudly through the house. Q groaned and started to get up, but Alexa tried to pull him back down by grabbing his hand. "Come back," she mumbled sleepily.

"I might as well go down and see who it is. They won't leave until I answer the door anyway," Q said, letting go and swinging his legs off the side of the bed. After listening more carefully, he had deduced who it was, given by the way they rang the doorbell consistently in five second intervals. Only one person he knew of had a habit of doing that and Q figured that he should go answer it. Q put his glasses on before gathering various articles of clothing off the floor and pulling his trousers on. He glanced around for his shirt and returned his gaze to Alexa, who was half-asleep on their bed.

"Alexa, I need my shirt back," he said, nudging her gently.

"Too bad. It's mine now," Alexa muttered, curling up under the covers. He let out a sigh and sat next to her, placing a hand on her hip.

"What can I do to get it back?" he said softly. She seemed to wake up a little at his touch and glanced up at him, with a hint of a smile playing on the corners of her lips.

"Hmm...well, you could always fight me for it," Alexa said coyly. Q rolled his eyes and leant closer to her.

"That's hardly fair. I'm not exactly qualified to hold my own against you, Miss 008," he murmured as his lips brushed against her cheek. "Besides, fighting you for my shirt would involve me wrestling it off of you, which would be rather ungentlemanly of me."

"You weren't so gentlemanly last night, love. I don't see why that should hold you back now," she replied with a grin.

"Fair point. But someone's still at the door. I have to do something about that," he said absentmindedly, his fingers trailing up her lower back.

"We could always wait until they go away," Alexa suggested.

"And how do you suggest we occupy our time whilst doing that?" he said, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Like this, naturally," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him again. They seemed to melt into each other's arms and in a matter of moments, they were kissing each other fervently. He leant against her and she pushed back, her lips hitting his at what she felt was the best angle. His hands went to her waist and he gave her a small squeeze before continuing to kiss her. She felt him nibbling the edge of her lip at some point and his hands wandered and touched where they pleased, leaving a sort of sensory overload in their wake. In turn, overwhelming sensations flooded over her and a sound of pleasure came out of her lips.

"I love you," she said breathlessly, pulling away from him. Their noses touched slightly and he found that he could not keep the smile off his face.