For his part, Q had also basically forgotten that they weren't in his flat in London, and that they were actually in someone else's house, in someone else's bed, and that he likely would not be the most popular houseguest in the world if his hosts were to come back. It was forgivable, though, probably - he did have a rather distracting sight in front of him. Pleased by her reaction, he kept that up, brushing his fingers over a little more frequently, and alternating it with sucks and licks against her clitoris, as that had a very high success rate.

Once he'd gotten her off, too, he thought, he couldn't wait to go at it again - maybe on her knees this time.