Alec and Eve…I ship them because of you! Now here is the idea, double date: 006/Eve and 007/Q. They go together to have dinner the 4 of them. Something funny :) – anon
YAY I CONVERTED AN EVE/006! Welcome.
"I got the latest pattern, thought you might like it," Q smiled, handing over a small magazine clipping to Eve, hand brushing the wine cooler.
"Thanks love, my mother will love it," Eve replied gratefully, stashing the clip in her bag; Alec’s eyes flicked to Bond in the well-practiced manner of men whose lives depended on reading one another’s slightest gesture.
Knitting, Bond mouthed.
Alec said not a word, but Bond barely managed to suppress a snort.
"Any idea what you’re ordering?" Q asked absentmindedly.
Alec smirked slightly, staring at the menu, before glancing up at Bond with eyes slightly narrowed. “Steak, medium rare,” he stated at Bond, and returned to his own perusals before Bond could react. “Q, you’ll wind up with a passionfruit salad or something bizarre. Eve?”
"Don’t be a twat," she chastised, with a mild edge to her tone; Alec flicked a brief glance to Bond, a conspiratorial thing, and mouthed ‘fish". Lo and behold: "The haddock looks good…"
“Alec, steak as well? Or are you on the venison, dear?” Q asked, flicking through the menu and decidedly not looking at the superfood salad (which just might have included pomegranate seeds). Q exchanged a glance with Eve, the pair snickering slightly.
"Your punning is appalling," Eve murmured, as Bond looked around, visibly confused; Alec didn’t look considerably more enlightened, it had to be said.
Alec blinked, just about managing to keep his expression intact. “Venison sounds lovely, yes - are we getting another red?”
“Punning is apparently good. Subliminal messaging, less so,” he noted, with a darting glance to Bond; Eve snorted, and Alec turned to her, utterly bemused. She patted his arm with vague condescension as the waiter came over.
"I’ll order?" Alec suggested, but Bond was already there, and smirked briefly at Alec; the resulting look of petulance was endearingly childish.
Eve stroked down his arm lightly, comforting now. “Hush dear, he’s only compensating for his age”.
"Is that with the ordering or the toyboy?" Alec replied, a little drily.
Q grinned. “With the Aston Martin actually,” he added, the three of them giggling as Bond turned back to them, eyebrow raised at Q.
"Really?” he asked politely. “What was it you were saying last night? ‘Oh James, I’ve never had someone as experienced as you, oh god that’s good, where did you even learn to do that with your…”
"Yes, yes!" Q cut in, blush rising furiously. "We get the idea."
A moment of quiet, a slight pause in the chaos. “So when are we having that foursome?” Eve asked innocently, causing her boyfriend to spill white wine across his plate, Q to snort, and Bond’s expression to remain remarkably impassive.
Q’s grin turned wicked. “Let’s see if your aim is better in bed,” he teased; Eve’s almost-kill of one of the greatest agents MI6 had ever known was a running joke in every single department of MI6. Mercifully, she had reached the stage where she owned the joke, rather than going pathetic when it was mentioned.
“Try me,” she purred; Q blanched, but only a little. He was the only one of the proceedings who was one hundred percent certain of his sexuality – and Eve, for all her virtues, didn’t quite feature.
Bond grinned, Alec still not quite recovered. “Three men, sure you could handle us?”
Eve raised an eyebrow, voice calm. “I could have you all begging for me, if I wanted.”
"That’s quite enough, I think," Alec commented, grasping Eve’s hand possessively. "Can’t take you lot anywhere…"