A/N: Just a little heads up before we start: this is a series of related drabbles about my two favorite couples, Huckleberry Quinn and Charliquinn. I kinda made up that last one, but deal with it. I haven't seen all of season 3/any of season 4 yet, so, please no spoilers! Also, no flames. I love reviews, but my self esteem is low enough already. Anyway, I'm more of a Charlie/Quinn fan, but there will be some Huck and Quinn drabbles on here because I can. I will post at the beginning of each story which couple is featured, so ya'll's can totes skip around. I have no problems with that. Also, the rating will be a pretty steady T, I'll swear a bit and there will be some lightly steamy scenes, but I hate lemons or whatever you call them because ew, I'm sixteen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Scandal, because I have no money and I'm not that cool. If I did, though, Fitz would know how to keep his pants zipped because he causes 90% of the problems on this Godforsaken show.
Binoculars
Charlie/Quinn, Huck POV
Most nights, he could justify that it was an accident. Hell, on the good nights he could convince himself it was her fault. Of course, neither were true. She didn't force him to sit in an abandoned apartment with the lights turned off, watching them with a pair of binoculars.
Charlie had gotten them a hotel room. How sweet. Huck felt himself tighten the grip on the binoculars. He wasn't home yet, but that didn't seem to bother Quinn. She sat on their bed, reading. He knew it was Chicken Soup for the Soul, but he liked to think she was reading something dark, something twisted. He liked to think it was from a murderer's perspective, with crescendos of insanity and pianissimo's of his white collar job. He liked to think the murderer was named James or Jeffery or Jason, and he was married to a beautiful woman named Carol or Christa or Camille.
Her head snapped up, and Huck knew Charlie was coming home. He wanted to rip the binoculars from his eyes and leave, but he couldn't help himself. They were his indulgence. They were his sweet torture. He briefly wondered how he found them, but that thought disappeared as she kissed Charlie and he kissed her back. The pair stood, her arms draped around his neck and his hands roaming her sides. She unhooked her arms and soon his shirt was being flung across the room. Her own shirt followed and Huck traced the straps of her her bra with his eyes. God, Quinn was so beautiful.
Charlie looked to the left, seeing the drapes were open. He closed them, shutting Huck out. Huck made a small, almost soundless whine at the loss. His voyeurism was odd, and creepy. But God, it was fun. Huck knew that soon, Charlie would get them an apartment, and he wouldn't have these nights watching her wait for them. And he would mourn that loss. Soon, all he would have were the memories of her screams as he ripped out her molars, and the beautiful fear in her eyes.
Huck stood, and walked out, thanking God for the invention of binoculars.
A/N: I know, it's dark. I write really dark stuff. I blame it on my daddy issues. Anyway, review if you liked it! I'll try to update, but I'm really bad about that kind of thing.
Love always,
Kate