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Perhaps a half hour ago, early in the morning, Harry had left the house and headed towards the trees to continue the work he'd been doing tracking species of insects here. But he hadn't been gone long when he realized that it was a hotter day than he'd anticipated, and he had failed to bring water with hm. He went back home, where he'd left a canteen.
It didn't seem as if he'd been gone that long, and yet apparently it was enough to go from where he'd left Bond and Q in bed with that morning with a quick goodbye and explanation where he was going - to the scene in front of him.
In their bedroom (their, now, all three of them), Q was on his knees in front of a standing Bond - who was holding the end of a tie - both naked. The tie was attached to what must have been a collar around Q's waist, and Harry realized that Bond was using it like a leash.
Harry was so surprised that he didn't catch exactly what Bond was saying to Q when he walked in just behind them and to the side. Something along the lines of "You belong to me, you bad, dirty little..."
And then he bent a little and raised a hand, as if he were about to strike Q. Harry couldn't stop himself. It was almost an instinct. He was just close enough to reach out and catch Bond's wrist before he could propel his arm forward.
It didn't seem as if he'd been gone that long, and yet apparently it was enough to go from where he'd left Bond and Q in bed with that morning with a quick goodbye and explanation where he was going - to the scene in front of him.
In their bedroom (their, now, all three of them), Q was on his knees in front of a standing Bond - who was holding the end of a tie - both naked. The tie was attached to what must have been a collar around Q's waist, and Harry realized that Bond was using it like a leash.
Harry was so surprised that he didn't catch exactly what Bond was saying to Q when he walked in just behind them and to the side. Something along the lines of "You belong to me, you bad, dirty little..."
And then he bent a little and raised a hand, as if he were about to strike Q. Harry couldn't stop himself. It was almost an instinct. He was just close enough to reach out and catch Bond's wrist before he could propel his arm forward.