#(vespero should be vesper male version of the name but it's weird af and it remembers me about la guerra del vespro so nope)

[pollyna]

AU: genderswap, pre-relationship.

Jemima Bond rarely has  an assignment in London, and even more rarely she finds herself wanting to carry them on. She has to take out her Quartermaster, on a bloody date Alexandra Jesus Christ!, and she really wants it to go well because it's been months and still she can't help but imagine what her lips would feel like when they will finally kiss and how soft Q's skin is going to be under her palms. (Or how she would feel sitting on her lap, her long legs around her waist, moaning Jemima's name while she f- but no, no, not the time. First thing first: she has to ask her out.)

But, more than anything else, the secret agent wants to learn the name of her Quartermaster's cats and what she likes to do in her free time, does she have any?, and if their first meeting at the National Gallery was an indication of her love for art and fine things in general or if Tanner had anything to do with it. Or maybe both? Bond isn't this great lover of art, but she knows enough to spend hours walking in and out of every museum in London without running out of interesting facts to share with her companion. And she is even willing, actually she wants to listen and learn, all she can of Q's work. The way that girl's mind work is art, and probably the only type that's never gonna stop to amaze her.

She wants, and this shouldn't be happening, not after Venice, not after watching his body going down in the water without having a chance to save him, to stay the morning after and, with a little luck, even the one after and the one after. She wants breakfast, lunch and all the embarrassing stories Q can tell her about her childhood and, she wants all that will come from it.

So now she just has to pass Q-Branch's doors and to ask Q out, maybe before Alexandra does it for her and before someone starts to think she needs another round with the psychologist because standing for fifteen minutes in the same spot isn't really a great sign that everything's okay.

(Q accepts her invitations and, a couple of weeks, once Q-Branch stops a bomb and 007 has to leave for Jakarta, Jemima learns how Q feels under her hands, and lips, but she learns too what type of tea she drinks for breakfast.)