Chapter 2

3 hours later

"I need a drink." Carrie gasped as she flopped dramatically onto the seat next to Quinn. She had spent most of the evening twirling around the dance floor with the various members of the group; which had now expanded as more of the team arrived at the bar. The only person who hadn't asked her to dance was Quinn. He had been, as Carrie had perceived, moping at the table nursing what looked to be some form of whiskey.

"And a foot massage." She continued, "My feet are beyond fucking killing me."

Quinn watched as Carrie slipped off her stilettos and began massaging the balls of her feet.

"Never really understood why women wear such high heels." Quinn mumbled.

"They make our legs look longer." Major Joy Mendez responded with a smirk.

"And our asses look firmer and perkier." Carrie added.

"Vanity thy name is women." Quinn joked with a slight roll of his eyes. He went to take a sip of his drink, only to notice it was empty and there was a lipstick mark on the rim of the glass.

The shade of lipstick, coincidentally, matched the lipstick that currently adorned a certain blonde field officer's lips.

"You drank my scotch." Quinn accused, looking at Carrie who had an innocent smirk on her face.

"I said I needed a drink but no-one listened." She stated in a slight teasing tone.

"You could've asked!"

Carrie shrugged and bit her fingernail teasingly.

"Speaking of asking,you haven't, even once, asked me for a dance."She began, "Interesting, since I have danced with practically everyone else."

"So?" Quinn replied, "I thought you were tired."

"I think I have enough energy left for another." She tilted her head slightly to the side. "Plus if I don't, then I'll feel like I owe you one." She smiled, "I don't like owing people, tends to get quite complicated."

"Fine then," He gestured to the dance floor, "Dance with me."

Carrie looked at him for a moment before slipping her heels back onto her still sore feet. She shuffled out of the booth and stood up.

Quinn put his hand on her lower back and led her towards the still quiet dance floor.

Meanwhile, Danny, Virgil, Max and Brody returned to the table where Estes and Joy were speculating about Carrie and Quinn, and more importantly, what they thought was going to happen between the two.

"I think they'll end up in bed with each other before the night is out," Joy said, pointing briefly at the duo who were slow dancing to 'Rule the world' by 'Take That', "Look at them."

To anyone outside of their group the scene before them could easily be mistaken for something it was not. The way that Quinn's hands were resting on Carrie's lower back could've been mistaken for some form of intimacy. The way that it looked as if they were having a full blown conversation without using words but instead using only their eyes could've meant that they had known each other for so long words were not needed. Even to the group it was clear to see that there was definitely something between the two. They were just not sure what exactly. They didn't even think that Carrie and Quinn knew what was between them.

Carrie glanced over Quinn's shoulder and noticed the the group was looking at them and conversing between themselves. She pulled him closer and leant up to whisper in his ear.

"They're talking about us." She whispered, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Why does that not surprise me?" Quinn replied, his grip on Carrie tightening slightly, so that their bodies were now lightly pressed together.

"Because everyone at Langley loves to gossip?"

"Want to give them something to really gossip about?"

Carrie pulled her head off his shoulders and looked into his eyes, a smile played at her lips.

Quinn lowered his head towards hers and pressed his lips to hers.

Carrie's eyes widened in surprise briefly, the kiss was like nothing she had ever expected. It was soft, gentle, light, almost as if he was testing the waters, testing her reaction.

Quinn pulled back and looked at her, wondering if he had overstepped the mark.

Carrie placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back down so that their lips met again, only slightly harder this time.

She titled her head and parted her lips slightly so that she could capture his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping at it playfully.

Quinn rolled his eyes from behind closed lids at the fact that Carrie was taking charge again. He moved one of his hands lower so it was gently resting on her ass. He lightly touched Carrie's lips with his tongue, tasting the waxy taste of her lipstick. He probed his tongue into her mouth, brushing her tongue with his.

Their tongues battled each other as the kiss got more heated and passionate. Carrie's nails dug into the back of Quinn's neck. They broke away from the kiss, their foreheads rested together.

"Want to get out of here?" Carrie asked breatlessly.