Tag: love

7, 14 and/or 23 for the prompt meme, please?

ao3-brihna:

This one went a bit longer than expected, but I wanted to try and combine the two I hadn’t done yet. I may have tweaked 14 a little to make it work. 😛

I hope you enjoy some Q/Moneypenny brotp with a side of 00Q feels! 😀

7. “I never say no to a picnic.”

14. “We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have
been built on less common ground.”

(from this list)

(I’ve filled 23 here.)

Q was seated on a bench when Eve came out to meet him on a
chilly autumn afternoon. He seemed lost in himself as she approached, dark
rimmed glasses doing little to hide the storm clouds behind his eyes. But as
she came into view he broke from his trance, smiling at her politely as she sat
down beside him.

“Afternoon, Q,” she greeted.

“Moneypenny,” he replied. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Well, I never say no to a picnic,” she said, taking a chip
from the basket he offered her.

Q’s answering smile seemed more genuine than the last; less
forced. He’d been working himself to the bone the last few weeks, she knew. In
fact, she had begun to see to it personally that he actually left the office at
the end of the night; even going so far as to send in a double-o now and then.
(Bond in particular was always rather eager to volunteer.) All these months
after the Skyfall incident, he still seemed determined to prove himself. There
was guilt there, she knew, though he never spoke of it.

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hi. Pinto, “ you’re wrong ” Thanks

loves-pie:

Last one, finally. (Again, I apologize for the delay. I’m full of fail these days.)

“You’re wrong.”

“About what, exactly?” Zach asks with the
hint of a sigh. They’re sitting on the balcony of Chris’ hotel room, the
sparkling lights of Dubai spread before them and a sky full of stars above.
Chris is still cradling the mostly empty bottle of expensive champagne they’d
managed to sneak out of the party.

“You think I’ll be too busy to miss you…
but I will. I always do.”

Zach looks over at him, surprised by the
admission. It’s not like Chris to be so open, but then he’s been in an
unusually pensive mood since shooting wrapped earlier that day. The champagne
is obviously creating a few cracks in the walls he’s erected. 

“I’ll miss you, too,” Zach replies, and he will. They only get solid weeks together like this
every few years and he doesn’t take them for granted. Fortunately they still
have the press tour to look forward to, so it’ll only be a matter of months
before they’re together again—less if their schedules happen to align before
that.

Letting his head flop back against the
chair, Chris gazes up at the stars. “What if this is really it? For Trek?”

“Then we’ve had a great run,” Zach says
with a shrug. “It had to end at some point, and it’s not like we’re never going
to see each other.”

Chris lets out a huff. “Yeah, snatches here
and there.”

Zach bites back another sigh. This isn’t
the fun-filled end to the evening he’d envisaged. “What do you want me to say,
Chris?”

Meeting his eyes, Chris looks like he’s
about to answer, but then he lets out a deep sigh instead and attempts a shrug
that dies before it can reach both shoulders. “I don’t know… I guess that
things won’t change.”

It’s the first time Chris has admitted at
least a little of what Zach had suspected was bothering him. Truth be told, at
least on some level, it’s bothering him too. They’ve both signed on for another
movie, but everything is very much in limbo and will be for some time.

“Some things will always change,” he says
slowly. “But not everything.”

“Yeah,” Chris says softly, almost to
himself, and looks skyward again. “Yeah.”

Zach decides to call it a night at this point
before they can get any more maudlin. He shifts to get up. “We should both get
some sleep; it’s an early flight tomorrow.”

Chris follows him dutifully to the door, but his steps are heavy. When
Zach pulls it open a little and turns to say goodnight, his resolve weakens at
Chris’ vulnerable expression. “Come here,” he says, pulling Chris into a tight
hug. “I’m always going to be here for you, Pine. You can’t get rid of me that
easily.”

There’s a suspicious snuffling sound from
the vicinity of his shoulder. Zach turns his head towards it but can only see a
mess of tawny hair. “Oh my god, are you—“

“No!” Chris says quickly, although it ends
in a broken sob. “Fuck.”

Holding in a snort, Zach grips him tighter
and presses a kiss to his temple. He doesn’t even think about it or second-guess
it until Chris pulls back a little, eyes wide. There are unshed tears still
swimming in them, making the irises an even deeper blue. Zach is confused for a
moment until Chris’ eyes drop down to his mouth, tongue darting out to wet his
dry lips.

Zach knows that if he makes a joke now, the
moment will be broken; they’ll laugh it off and he’ll be able to retreat to his
room. But he doesn’t, because he can see something in Chris’ eyes that he’s
only caught glimpses of before and always put down to his imagination. As he
watches, daring to allow himself to believe, it slowly morphs into resolve.
He’s already tilting his head as Chris leans in, one hand pushing into Chris’
hair as the other firmly closes the door again behind him.

Pinto, 9 <3

suedescripture:

9: A First Kiss

The thing was, it was a hair too long.

And whatever, good friends could kiss each other goodbye, they could embrace and do the whole bro-hug back-pound love-ya-see-you-soon thing, they could tip together in the middle of it for a whole weird quasi-cheek-kiss thing and accidentally get confused as to whose face goes where and hit almost square on the soft, warm, just slightly chapped lips. And there wasn’t a reason to apologize or get weird about it, they’d seen each other in locker rooms and dressing rooms practically naked for fuck’s sake. There was no good reason for Zach to be lying in his bed hours after the fact stewing over this, when Chis had probably already landed and eaten and probably crashed out on his couch.

It’s just, an accidental kiss doesn’t ever last that long. You kind of go, whoops, shit, my bad and back off. Which Zach would have done had Chris hand not had a grip on the back of his neck. And that wasn’t weird either, anyway, because that was a thing Chris did a lot, he was all about the whole neck-grab-squeeze variety of friendly affection. It was all very bro-ish. Deep bros. What did it matter if it had never happened before? There was a first time for everything. There was a last time for everything too, and more than likely, the event of an accidental smooch with one’s bro was one of these singular instances. It didn’t even matter that they’d spent this week kind of opening up and sharing more personal stuff than usual, deep intense stuff that Zach rarely shared with anyone, and same for Chris, probably. That was a thing really great friends did.

Except there was that warm huff he’d done, that puff of air through his nostrils against Zach’s upper lip, almost a sigh, combined with just a hint of a noise from his throat, and come on, shit like that was involuntary reaction of surprise, right? And if Zach had gasped a little, then that was the same thing, it was just an oops, we kind of fucked that up, but it’s fine, because we’re buddies and we’re secure in our respective varieties of manhood and the state of our relationship and it seriously didn’t mean anything. At all.

His phone hummed where it lay on his end table, glowing up at the ceiling before it faded. Could be anybody. Zach had lots and lots and lots of friends who texted him at all hours. No reason to answer it immediately. He took a deep breath and looked at it.

Are you home?

Zach typed back, yeah, r u?

Dunno

Frowning, Zach sat up and quickly sent, are you ok? where r u

I’m at your apartment.

What the hell, Chris left six hours ago, he should have flown across the country by now.

Buzz me in, I messed up.

He lurched up, jogging out to hit the buzzer, then ran back to find some pants to quickly pull on. Why hadn’t Chris caught his flight? Was it delayed? Why didn’t he call earlier?

Pulling open his door, the elevator down the hall dinged open, Chris stepping out with the carry-on bag over his shoulder. He seemed to hesitate upon seeing Zach standing in his open door in the middle of the night, but then his stride took on a determined speed down the hallway.

“Chris, what happened? Is everything okay? Did you miss your fl-hmgh…”

Lips. Soft, warm, that little rough spot smoothed with a faint cherry flavor, and this time the little huff was longer, this time the little throat sound was louder, this time Chris’ hand gripped his neck and the wide span of his fingers raked up into the back of Zach’s hair, a thump as the bag fell to their feet and the other hand joined its partner. Wet, a tongue, tasting of coffee and sugar sweet seeked entrance, and this time, Zach gasped open, granting it.

This time when Chris pulled their mouths part, he didn’t say, later, man. He said, “Better.”