Q is for Quinn
Another one down. This ended up very different from where I thought it would go, but I like it.
A follow up to this.
Q is for Quinn
I couldn't help but sigh as the door shut behind Niall. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the couch. I really hoped things worked out for Niall and Leoghe, but I wasn't going to get my hopes up. They were crazy in love with each other but had a lot of things to get through to be together. I really, really hoped that things worked out, I wanted them to be happy, but at the end of the day I'm a bit of a pessimist (no matter how much I argue that I'm a realist).
The door opened again. I didn't open my eyes to see who it was. Only one person would walk in without knocking. I sighed again, this time in bliss, as hands came down on my shoulders and started massaging the kinks out. I leaned my head forward to allow the hands better access.
“I passed Niall on the stairs. He looked perplexed but better than when I left you guys to chat.”
“Mmmmm.” I was in too much bliss to answer more intelligibly.
Quiet but deep chuckles met my mumbling. Those chuckles tickled deep inside me as they always did. It was those chuckles that had grabbed me from the beginning. Of course, he knew that and used them on me as often as possible.
My body shivered. Between the chuckles and the fact that his hands were on me, I couldn't help but shiver. I may be exhausted and frustrated from another night of playing counsellor to my friends (not that I minded but it was tiring), but I responded to his touch as I always did. I'm sure he was aware of it, he always was.
Reaching up I caught the collar of his shirt. I pulled and twisted at the same time. When I finally stopped moving, I was stretched out on the couch with him over me. My favourite place to be was under him so I had no complaints.
He settled more firmly against me and pulled my lips to his. His kiss was deep but sweet. It burned me to my soul. I loved the burn of his kisses, his touches. My sighs turned to groans and moans as his hands moved over my body.
I arched into him, grinding us together so deliciously. As always, everything but him disappeared. Only with him could I be so consumed and so free.
“Quinn.” I begged.
And he answered.
A follow up to this.
Q is for Quinn
I couldn't help but sigh as the door shut behind Niall. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the couch. I really hoped things worked out for Niall and Leoghe, but I wasn't going to get my hopes up. They were crazy in love with each other but had a lot of things to get through to be together. I really, really hoped that things worked out, I wanted them to be happy, but at the end of the day I'm a bit of a pessimist (no matter how much I argue that I'm a realist).
The door opened again. I didn't open my eyes to see who it was. Only one person would walk in without knocking. I sighed again, this time in bliss, as hands came down on my shoulders and started massaging the kinks out. I leaned my head forward to allow the hands better access.
“I passed Niall on the stairs. He looked perplexed but better than when I left you guys to chat.”
“Mmmmm.” I was in too much bliss to answer more intelligibly.
Quiet but deep chuckles met my mumbling. Those chuckles tickled deep inside me as they always did. It was those chuckles that had grabbed me from the beginning. Of course, he knew that and used them on me as often as possible.
My body shivered. Between the chuckles and the fact that his hands were on me, I couldn't help but shiver. I may be exhausted and frustrated from another night of playing counsellor to my friends (not that I minded but it was tiring), but I responded to his touch as I always did. I'm sure he was aware of it, he always was.
Reaching up I caught the collar of his shirt. I pulled and twisted at the same time. When I finally stopped moving, I was stretched out on the couch with him over me. My favourite place to be was under him so I had no complaints.
He settled more firmly against me and pulled my lips to his. His kiss was deep but sweet. It burned me to my soul. I loved the burn of his kisses, his touches. My sighs turned to groans and moans as his hands moved over my body.
I arched into him, grinding us together so deliciously. As always, everything but him disappeared. Only with him could I be so consumed and so free.
“Quinn.” I begged.
And he answered.