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Notes: For the 25 Day Christmas/Holiday OTP challenge on tumblr.
Title: drift away like snow
Fandom: Skyfall
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Prompt: wearing ugly christmas jumpers
Words: 186 words
drift away like snow
The innocent jumper is lying on the chair in the bedroom. It's a monstrosity and James is certainly not about to wear it. Instead, he tosses it a disbelieving look before walking into the kitchen.
Q is standing at the stove, waiting for the kettle to boil for him to make his tea. He looks up when James comes in and frowns. He's already wearing an exact replica of the hideous jumper which is still sitting on the chair in their bedroom.
“You're not wearing yours,” Q says, frowning.
“Of course not, it's hideous.” James manages to catch Q about the waist and kisses his temple. It's more difficult than usual as Q tries to twist away from him. “I'm not about to start a new tradition now; especially not one so ridiculous.”
“Well, you can explain that to my mother, then. She will continue to send you them every year; think of it as being her tradition.”
James smiled and sat down at the table, “I foresee some unfortunate charity receiving an annual donation of an ugly Christmas sweater.”
“I'm certain that someone out there will appreciate them more than you.”
FIN.
Title: drift away like snow
Fandom: Skyfall
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Prompt: wearing ugly christmas jumpers
Words: 186 words
The innocent jumper is lying on the chair in the bedroom. It's a monstrosity and James is certainly not about to wear it. Instead, he tosses it a disbelieving look before walking into the kitchen.
Q is standing at the stove, waiting for the kettle to boil for him to make his tea. He looks up when James comes in and frowns. He's already wearing an exact replica of the hideous jumper which is still sitting on the chair in their bedroom.
“You're not wearing yours,” Q says, frowning.
“Of course not, it's hideous.” James manages to catch Q about the waist and kisses his temple. It's more difficult than usual as Q tries to twist away from him. “I'm not about to start a new tradition now; especially not one so ridiculous.”
“Well, you can explain that to my mother, then. She will continue to send you them every year; think of it as being her tradition.”
James smiled and sat down at the table, “I foresee some unfortunate charity receiving an annual donation of an ugly Christmas sweater.”
“I'm certain that someone out there will appreciate them more than you.”
FIN.