Q hissed slightly at her shoving up against him. It hurt slightly, but he still liked it. Rarely did he allow women to overpower him. Only women he trusted, and he didn't fully trust this one. But then again, he wasn't thinking clearly. He was still nervous. There were people around him. Stage fright?
He took curt, loud breaths, holding them in as he didn't want to pant. Q was extremely vocal about what he felt in one way or another. Perhaps more than normal for a man. He sucked down a breath through his nose at the dagger, briefly wondering if she'd try something on him, but let a moan through clenched teeth when she bit his neck.
When his hands were lifted above his head, he leaned into her for more, but that was when she slammed the dagger to pin him there and ran off. He winced briefly at the loud noise of metal on brick, and a whine of disappointment escaped him when she left. If he had dog ears they would've wilted.
But his disappointment was short. Hide and seek was something Q was best at. He wasn't a wolf, in fact he descended from sighthounds, so while he sense of smell wasn't that great his sight and hearing more than made up for it. Plus, what dog didn't like finding things?
He watched her run off before he attempted to free himself. Pushing his back against the wall he shoved his hands forward. She'd stuck the dagger in the mortar pretty well; the action only resulted in Q's wrists being bruised. He winced briefly, and bore his teeth, shaking his head as he tried again, the metal of the cuffs only digging into his wrists more. It was becoming less fun, but he wasn't going to give up. This was a challenge he would overcome.
He resorted to panting through his mouth of course; he was still excited but now he was becoming impatient. He looked up, his mouth open. Q he finally thought well enough to contort his hands in a way so they at least somewhat held the hilt of the dagger(though it wasn't comfortable in the slightest) and with a beastly growl pulled it out of the wall with one shot, dropping it at the end of his arch and bending over to pant and recover.
The hardest part was done. His tail began wagging in small semicircles as a grin grew upon his face. It was time for the much more fun and easy part of this challenge. He took a jaunty step at first, unsure if he should run.
No, he thought to himself. He should make her wait too. It was probably just as agonizing for her to wait as it was for him.
Q crossed the road, as in front of the hotel building they were in had a small park. No doubt she was in there; he'd seen her run toward it, though he knew she would've altered her path somewhere down the line. Still, the park was where she would be.
He briefly went to the left side, before he corrected himself and went to the right instead. He did a few zig zags, stopping every now and then to listen for clues. Not even two minutes later he found her crouching behind a bush. He gave a small, almost malicious chuckle through his grin and raised his arms so he could pounce on the woman.
He probably wouldn't land on her; really, he wanted to land on his shoulder beside her. His hands weren't of much use in their current state. Pleasurably numb, in fact.
Once he landed, after a brief wince his grin would widen and through a small laugh, congratulating him of his own small victory, he'd say "
Bonjour, Mi amore."
His tail would wag again in it's semicircles. Q was almost like a small child now; he was waiting for a pat on the head.
