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The sun fell through the window, cut into thin ribbons by the blinds, and illuminated the bed in zebra stripes of light and shadow.
The bedroom door was opened just enough for Koschek to slip in and jump on the bed, gracelessly traipsing over Q's legs, all the way up his body until he found a spot under his chin to settle down again. Q didn't even stir, only breathed a deep sigh and continued his slumber.
He looked peaceful, and so incredibly beautiful, the pale, unblemished skin of his skin on full display, the blanket draped around his hips oh so enticingly, baring the small of his back but covering everything below.
James contemplated climbing into bed with him. Burying his face in the sheets that smelled only of Q after his long absence, but he'd returned home with a plan in mind.
"What are you doing all the way over there?" Q's voice was rough with sleep, low and shapeless, so different from the edges and barbs it usually had. Precious.
"What do you have in that bag?" For that he was as blind as a mole without his glasses, that was an impressively astute assessment. If he saw a bit better, he'd be able to tell it were two bags, one from the bakery, one from his favourite patisserie.
But that was for later.
"James?" Well, he couldn't well just return to the kitchen now, could he?
As quietly as possible, so as not to shatter the fragile, peaceful moment, he stepped around the bed and ran his free hand through Q's hopelessly tousled curls before he bent down and pressed a sweet, innocent kiss to his forehead. As if he hadn't just returned from a mission that was anything but.
"You brought breakfast." He sounded still too sleepy to convey any sort of enthusiasm, but James knew him well enough to spot the deep appreciation in his tone.
"And you can have it in bed, if you like."
Q scrunched up his nose in a frankly adorable fashion. "No, I don't want crumbs in bed. Unless that was an innuendo, and you're offering yourself, and it just flew right over my head. Then I should at least brush my teeth and probably join you in the shower."
The small furrow had appeared between his brows, the one that only showed when he was lost deep in thought, and James couldn't hold back the smile at the careful consideration of the logistics of sex before breakfast.
"No innuendo. Not saying that I don't want to ravish you, but you're a more enthusiastic participant after your second cup of tea."
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and Q's eyes slid shut again as James gently carded his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with practised ease.
"I see you have our day off all figured out."
"Not all of it, by far. But let me get that first cup of tea started for you, and then we'll see, yes?"
"You okay?", Q asked suddenly, as if the thought that James was indeed only returning from a mission had only occurred to him now.
"Right as rain, darling. Take your time, I'll be waiting in the kitchen for you."
Q gave a pleased sigh, and shifted on the bed, dislodging Koschek who mrrped and looked up at James in accusation.
"I'll be right with you."
James bent down again for another kiss that elicited another soft, pleasure-drunken sound. He knew this moment stood out for its scarcity, but God, he swore he could live an entire life of this.
"Love you," Q murmured as James straightened his posture and looked down at the ridiculous, perfect creature who actually meant it.
A lifetime of this.
"Love you too."
And he turned to make that first cup of tea.