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goodfellow) wrote2014-07-20 07:30 pm
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Q (Continued from 7/16/2014 meeting in cafe)
Q covered Rob's hand with his own, guiding it higher and then turning away. With his attention focused back out the window, it was hard to believe he'd said anything at all. Q was so terribly good at appearing disinterested and calm.
It was, actually, terribly impressive how Quentin pretended not to care as with that encouragement Robin slid his hand higher. Determined to get some reaction out of him, he began to very lightly massage his groin, and then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you forget your own name. More than once. I'd start now if this were a longer trip."
It was, actually, terribly impressive how Quentin pretended not to care as with that encouragement Robin slid his hand higher. Determined to get some reaction out of him, he began to very lightly massage his groin, and then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you forget your own name. More than once. I'd start now if this were a longer trip."
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Q settled in, getting comfortable and letting himself relax.
"I'm glad I ran into you, Rob. I needed a distraction tonight I think."
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Though it's always like this, it feels like. You're always on the prowl it seems. I've never seen a glimpse of your real life. Just the sex and the sleaze. It all feels a bit hollow sometimes," he confessed, beginning to get a bit melancholy.
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And that was quite a mood swing. No more whiskey for this one.
He leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Ask me what you like, kitten. I'm an open book - " Lie. "But I don't think you're really one to talk, hmm?" Vague and more vague was Quentin about his own life, which didn't actually bother Robin all that much.
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"No. I'm quite a good thief as well, when the need arises," he admitted.
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"Alcohol often has that effect on me," he confessed, reaching and stroking Rob's hair.
The cab came to a stop, and Q slid out first, needing some air and leaving Rob to pay. Leaning against a lamppost, he stared off into the distance- and then spotted a familiar face. ...An unsettling face
For the past month Terrance had been haunting him. Appearing and vanishing, turning up in places he shouldn't have been. Leaving gifts, sending texts... Stalking, Bond had said. This shadow from his old life was stalking him.
Exhaling with a shudder, Q held his gaze, refusing to take his eyes off the other man.
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"Who is that?"
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Panting, it took Q a moment to catch his breath.
"Apologies," was all he said.
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"I think he had a gun, Rob."
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"I need to call my step-father," he said, calling Bond that only because it was the closest thing to an established cover that they had. He knew the other man hated it, but James would just have to suck it up. He couldn't do better on the fly.
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All he got was the man's voice mail, and he left a fairly cryptic message.
"You asked that I ring you if I felt he was getting dangerous- So this is me. Telling you. Call me back when you can."
Hanging up, he turned his attention back to Rob. "I should warn you, I think he's been stalking my friends as well. There's a chance he's been watching you."
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"No, don't make light of this," Q said, pulling Rob to a stop.
"He is dangerous. Truly dangerous."
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