I can explain
Author: wanderingsmith
mar 2018
Summary: "Yes, I know I said he was a right pain
in the arse, but.."
James' brows flew up as he stepped out of the
bedroom, slowly rolling his sleeves up in the warm
flat, wondering just who his new lover was talking
to so placatingly.
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.
AN: one more today.
just a random scene that ambushed
me when I meant to leave for the gym one day
"Yes, I know I said he was a right pain in the arse,
but.."
James' brows flew up as he stepped out of the bedroom,
slowly rolling his sleeves up in the warm flat,
wondering just who his new lover was talking to so
placatingly. Smirking slightly at what had to have been
a comment on his own remorseless teasing.
"Don't be like that," Turning the last corner to the
living room warily, James was a touch reassured not to
see anyone present, at least. Which meant Q must be
sitting in the chair ahead, sending that whine through
his phone. "I *know* he doesn't like cats- Look! It's
not like I'm *cheating*!"
This time, James froze, a step from the tall back of the
easy chair, Q's hair just barely visible over the top as
James watched his hands run through it with obvious
frustration. And he tried, painfully, in deference to
his promise to himself to at least *try* not to fuck
this up in less than 24 hours, to rein in his reactions:
from the professionally-honed, immediate, sickening,
suspicion at 'cheating', to the unpleasant twist at the
mention of his own lack of enthusiasm for the creatures
it was plain Q loved.
"For fucks' sake, he's a different *species*! I know he
was in the bed, but it doesn't *count*!"
'Species'? James found himself standing still and trying
to blink sense into the situation as he listened to Q
swear under his breath. *Species*??
Some fraction of an inch of movement to the side tripped
his stressed senses and his eyes snapped to the
ghostly-grey cat he hadn't paid attention to on coming
in the room, sitting on its haunches in front of Q's
chair and wearing what even James could recognize as a
solid imitation of a deadly glare.
Species.
James felt his shoulders suddenly relax a worrisome
amount and smirked, "Domestic dispute, Q?"
His quartermaster popped up from his seat, facing him
across the back with an uncertain, worried look; hair
utterly discheveled to match the slowly fading lovebites
James hadn't been able to help himself leaving under his
jaw when the man reacted so damn wantonly to them.
"James! I..."
Ignoring his lover's twitchy inability to explain, James
sauntered over to stand besides him, hands reaching for
him without thought. Tugging the tense but unresisting
bofin's hip until they were pressed together, James
touched a teasing smack of a kiss to the tip of his nose
before looking at the creature staring at them both,
now, and rumbling teasingly, "Is he not bowing out
gracefully?"
"She. Hedy."
He could feel Q's gaze on him, careful and still: wary.
Every inch of training James had ever had screamed that
he watch his step or he would lose. "She,” he nodded at
the glaring creature, “Very sorry, my dear, but you're
going to have to learn to share because he's mine, now."
Like jumping a 10ft gap with a bullet hole in his leg,
but Q hadn’t shoved out of his arms, yet. He glared back
at the pale blue eyes fixed on him above twitching
whiskers, trying not to let his hypersensitivity to the
jerk Q's body had given show, "I don't care how hard you
whip your tail, young lady, I'm still not giving up the
bed!"
When Q melted against him, the unexpected extra weight
forced him to adjust his stance and jerked his eyes to
the man now wrapped around his chest, only to find a
blinding smile aimed at him. He couldn't help responding
with a smile of his own, his hand drawn to smooth over
the stubble creased in his lover's cheeks. "What?"
"Nothing."
"Q."
"You don't like cats."
James shrugged uncomfortably, refusing to lie, even
though he was aware that it was as bad a strike against
him as the damn job and the mess that was his head.
"But you talk to her."
"Yes, of course...." He wasn't an idiot, he did know he
had to at least be nice to the creature, whether she
ever accepted him-
He damn near fell on his ass when Q jumped up and
wrapped his legs around James' waist, teeth clacking
painfully against his, long, nimble fingers trying to
find a grip on his shoulders as James quickly got his
palms around Q's upper thighs to secure him in place,
deciding he was allowed to ignore Hedy's slowly fading
annoyed hiss.
After all, her bofin-father was demanding a kiss.
Preferably against a wall.
AN: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/hedy-lamarr-movie-star-inventor-of-wifi
It was Hedy's idea for a secret communications
system - specifically one that could guide a
torpedo using a technology called "frequency
hopping" - so that signal couldn't be intercepted.
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