AN: First fic for James Bond, and a 00Q one no less, based sometime after Skyfall, doesn't matter exactly when. This idea has been going around in my head but I decided not to write a fanfiction for it until I actually saw Skyfall. Thankfully I did so I hope you enjoy it, established relationship. and reviews are extremely appreciated.

If need be, Q could snap awake in an instant but there wasn't a mission going on and he didn't have to worry about 007 doing anything stupid and nearly getting himself killed, mainly because the agent was still asleep in Q's bed at the moment.

Q was already up at around 8.30ish which was pretty good considering how worn out they had made each other. Yawning, Q got out his scrabble mug and began to heat up some water for his tea. As the water began to boil, Q decided to tidy up the place a bit before Bond got up. When the water was done, he put the tea bag in the pot and then went into the living room, searching for a book to read.

Many of the books on his shelf he had never picked up except for when he bought them in the first place. He loved to read but working with Bond took up so much of his time that he rarely got to and when in between missions, well, he was usually extremely distracted to say the least.

He put the book he picked out on the coffee table and then went to the bathroom. In there, he took the time to comb his hair a bit and at least freshen up so he didn't look like he had just crawled out of bed even though that was exactly what he had done.

When he stepped back out of the bathroom, he looked to see that Bond was in the exact same place as before. It was tempting to wake him up but Q decided against it and instead went back to the kitchen where he poured his tea and then went into the living room.

He was to tired and hadn't really looked at the contents of his mug so when he took a sip, it surprised him quite a bit when he found it to be coffee.

Spluttering the liquid everywhere and nearly dropping his mug, Q yelled out, "James Bond get in here right now!" He didn't care that he sounded like a nagging mother or something like that, he was to irritated.

"Yes?"

Q spun around to see James standing behind him in nothing but pajama bottoms, a smirk on his face, his arms crossed against his chest. Q quickly set his mug down and marched over to James yelling, "You weren't asleep at all were you? You were just waiting for the perfect time to switch my Earl Gray with that foul drink that somehow you're able to drink."

"It wasn't that bad Q," James replied, still smiling.

"It was that bad 007," Q argued.

"You're just overreacting. Besides, it was completely worth it, seeing your reaction. It's amazing that you're a genius sometimes."

"And it's amazing you're still alive," muttered Q, now crossing his arms, matching James' stance.

"Oh, you're not really that mad at me are you Q-ty?" James countered, using the little nickname that he had come up with himself. At first it had annoyed Q to no end but now, despite everything, Q couldn't help but smile.

"See you're not that mad."

Q's small smile quickly turned back to a frown as he countered, "What if I had dropped the mug? Hm? That's my favorite one."

"I'd buy you a new one of course," James replied.

After that Q couldn't really think of anything else to say besides, "I'm still mad at you."

At that, James dived in, once again surprising Q that morning but with a kiss instead. Q tried to remain irritated, tried to push James away but when it became quite obvious that he wouldn't be able to, Q simply grabbed James, now pulling him closer.

When the kiss finally broke Q said, "Alright, I forgive you now. Just know that if you ever do anything remotely similar to that again I'll direct you through a mine field."

"You know you would never do that. How could you hurt this beautiful face?" James replied.

"Oh shut up," Q muttered and kissed the agent again.