Dexterity
Author: wanderingsmith
Started date mar 2018
Summary: Micro-mice
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with 'em.
Eyes flicking busily over three data streams he was
scanning through while keeping track of the CCTV feed
holding a suspected drug-dealer on a supposed holiday
which 005 was soon going to interrupt, Q finally spared
a thought to speak toward the presence he’d been feeling
at his back, “May I be of service, 007?”
“I was about to comment on the child-size mice you’re
using,” Q’s attention was distracted by the faintest of
breathless edges in the words, though he still had to
keep up with the documents flowing by his displays so he
didn’t miss anything, “But frankly, watching you control
two in each hand has me glad I’m wearing a jacket that
reaches below my waist.. Are you double-jointed, Q?”
It took several heartbeats for interpreting the words to
make its way through his mind as the next thing to
prioritize. When it did, Q started stopping the
streaming so he didn’t mess something up as he hooted
with laughter, having to consciously work his fingers
through their independent dance rather than having it
happen without thought.
With the work halted, he turned around, grinning even
harder at finding the man’s usually chill eyes actually
as heated as his words implied. “I’m not double-jointed,
I’m afraid, 007,” he smirked at distant memories he
hadn’t visited in a long time, “It would have come in
handy a few times if I were.”
Barely resisting letting his eyes drop to that mentioned
waist, he tried to remember how to put on that look of
faked innocence that David used to hate, “When I
discovered there were such a thing as micro-mice, it
occurred to me that with a little training, I could
double my speed in some situations,” he shrugged,
blanking his face in purity as he blinked quickly,
adding a slightly higher pitch to his voice for good
measure, “Turns out I have quite dexterous fingers.”
Keeping the dirty thoughts in his mind from coming
through in a lewd smirk was EVER so hard with the way
MI6’s top seducer was *staring* at *his* hands!!
It was even harder when distinctly dilated eyes met his
with a smirk.
Q’s grin turned to a leer, “And for the record, 007, I’m
not child-sized in any way.”
Bond’s nostrils flared, unblinking stare darkening and Q
just smirked harder before winking and turning back to
his work.
“Quartermaster.. could I tempt you into going for
supper?”
Q turned back around again, more serious, to stare hard
at the agent, “Not been fucked for a while, 007?”
Bond stared back, blank mask in place, “Try ‘never’,”
his lips twisted in brief non-humour, “At least not the
way you mean.”
Q quirked the same grimace, speaking quietly, “I would
never mean it any other way.”
AN:I
reckon someone with longer fingers than I (which Q
almost certainly does, with his body type) could
control one with thumb and first finger and another
with last two fingers
...oddly enough, I'm almost positive I wrote this
before reading fandomfan's wonderful A Laying On of Hands
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