A/N: Please R&R
Quinn wasn't sure how it had happened or even why she had agreed to it, but here she was, sat in a one bedroom flat on the wrong side of town. It was freezing beyond belief, every time she exhaled she watched her breath appear in front of her face, half expecting it to turn into a lump of ice and fall into her lap. Quinn sighed heavily, Jeff had been trying without any success to fix the heating for at least half an hour. She wasn't sure if staring at the boiler and occasionally calling it a prick was the professional way about it but she was positive that it sure as hell wasn't working.
Taking a bottle of vodka from her bag Quinn took a few large gulps. Clearing her throat to get Jeff's attention, she held out the bottle and smirked, "I have a feeling this will warm us up before the heating does."
"Fine," He pretended to huff, "You win. We'll be cold." Jeff slumped down next to her on the sofa, taking the bottle from her hand, he knocked back a few shots. She had to admit every time she saw him he looked more and more attractive, tonight he was verging on pretty beautiful, his blonde hair pulled back into a bun, loose fitting black combats slung low on his hips and a tight black tank top was showing off what she had previously suspected, this boy was ripped.
"I hate being cold." Quinn mumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest. Ruby had taken over her studio three hours before she had been due to leave, taking over hair, make up and clothing, she had insisted that Quinn wore a tiny black pencil skirt, a sheer burnt orange blouse and a less than useful cropped, black jacket. Her blonde hair hung in loose curls around her naturally made up face. Personally, Quinn thought she looked ridiculous. She could have easily been in her studio, with working heating, finishing her latest painting, but for a reason that she couldn't get her head around, Quinn hadn't been able to turn down Jeff's offer of a movie and a few drinks at his flat.
"So what movie do you wanna watch? I've got pretty much everything." Jeff said, looking over the top of the vodka bottle at her.
"Thanks, that really narrows down my choice." Quinn rolled her eyes. "So where is this extensive collection you claim to own?" After searching through at least a hundred films, Quinn had finally settled on one; Monster, something about lesbian serial killers. She smirked to herself, try something now hot shot.
Jeff stood behind Quinn, watching the material on her skirt stretch as she moved and congratulating himself on building his DVD rack above his bed, forcing Quinn to kneel on his bed to search through the films. Her blonde hair pushed back over one shoulder, she pulled out her selection and looked over her shoulder at him.
"This one?" She smiled sweetly, he really didn't care what they watched as long as she stayed. He wasn't sure what it was about this girl but she had his mind in overdrive.
"Sure." Taking her hand he helped her off the bed, loosing her footing she fell straight into his chest. He caught the colour rise in her cheeks as he caught her, he loved it when she blushed, she looked so innocent.
"Sorry." Quinn mumbled, silently screaming at herself for being such a clutz. She felt Jeff's hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him. He smiled slightly before closing the gap between them, leaving the smallest kiss on her soft lips. He heard her breath catch in the back of her throat, pulling away, he couldn't help the goofy grin that plastered itself across his face. Wrapping his large hand around her tiny fingers he led her back into the living room.
Setting the movie away Jeff climbed on to the sofa, he wrapped his arm around Quinn's shoulders taking note of how tiny she was compared to him. He smiled as he caught her blushing again out of the corner of his eye. Slowly but surely Quinn inched her way across the sofa, she shivered, Jesus it really was freezing.
Jeff felt her shiver against his arm, taking his chance he pulled her in against his chest. Hearing her gasp again he let out a small chuckle, he let his hand wander across her shoulder, gently tracing small circles with his thumb.
Quinn had wondered how long pretending to watch the film would last, involuntarily arching her back, she pushed her shoulders in his hands. "You're so tense." Jeff muttered, his fingers working across her back, "like seriously, what do you do all day to get this many knots in your back?"
"I work on my hands and knees," Quinn's hands were over her face before she had even finished her sentence, Jeff spied the rising blush between her fingers, "I didn't mean it like that!" Jeff laughed, pulling her on to his lap so that she had to straddle him, he pulled her fingers away from her eyes.
"You don't seem like the type Miss - err" Only then did he realise that he didn't even know her surname, he didn't even know if she knew his. He knew absolutely nothing about this girl, just that she was here and as much as she wanted to hide it she was just as fascinated with him as he was with her.
"Jenkins." Quinn whispered.
"Miss Jenkins." He smiled, her eyes staring down into her lap. "So, what is it that you do?" He brushed a curl from her eyes.
"I paint." Quinn blushed, he couldn't take it anymore, having her this close to him, blushing like that, he was going to keep his promise, he was going to make her his.
"Perfect." Jeff smiled, his hands in her hair pulling her lips to his. The movie was entirely forgotten, Quinn grabbed at the hem of his tank top, pulling it over his head and managing to break his hair free from it's tie at the same time. She let her eyes wander across his chest, she had been right, grazing his toned chest with her nails Quinn looked up at Jeff, his eyes shone a dark emerald, she knew where this was going, she bit down on her lip, he moaned as her nails reached the waistband of his combats. "Fuck this." Jeff growled, as his lips crashed down on to Quinn's he stood, picking Quinn up as he went, letting her wrap her legs around his hips, he carried her into the bedroom and slammed the door behind them.
Quinn woke with a start, something wasn't right, something had woken her. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, 6AM, well the alarm on her phone definitely hadn't woke her. She looked down to the bed, Jeff was out cold, his arm out stretched on the sheets where she had been sleeping moments before. It's nothing, she told herself, lying back down, cuddling into Jeff's side, she smiled as he moaned in his sleep and pulled her closer. Closing her eyes, Quinn's smile grew bigger, she hadn't been this satisfied in a very long time. There is was again. Quinn sat bolt up, there was something else in the flat. Placing her hand on Jeff's chest she shuck him, "Jeff. Jeff, please wake up." He groaned and rolled over. Perfect. She was going to die at the hands of burglars and he was going to sleep through the whole bloody thing. Scanning the small bedroom for something, anything, Quinn's eyes focused through the dim morning light on to a baseball bat in the corner. Flinging her legs over the side of the bed, she spied a t-shirt on the floor, pulling it over her head she grabbed the bat, standing, she rolled her shoulders, was she hell going down without a fight.
This time the noise was louder, a second later she heard a stage whispered "Sssh!" For burglars they weren't very quiet. Quinn took a deep breath and held the bat over her shoulder, silently thanking God and her high school PE teacher that she had a pretty decent swing on her. She flung the bedroom door open, there was a burglar stood right in front of her, the other crouched behind the first. She swung the bat as hard as she could, connecting with the first guy's shoulder.
"Arrgh! What the fuck?!" The man screamed, stumbling backwards and managing to fall over the second guy, he landed on the floor with a thud. The second man began to laugh. Quinn flipped the lights on, by her feet lay a short haired blonde man doubled over, his face creased and red from uncontrollable laughter. The man she had hit lay a few feet in front of her with his head against the sofa glaring up at her while he rubbed the shoulder she had connected with, he had dark hair and dark eyes but strangely reminded her of Jeff.
"Who the fuck are you?" Quinn demanded, pulling the bat back up on to her shoulder, ready to swing again if she had to.
"Jeff." Spluttered the laughing man, "Here Jeffy, Jeffy, Jeffy."
"I could ask you the same question." The dark haired man growled.
"What the hell is going on?" Jeff appeared in the doorway in his boxers behind Quinn, he wrapped his arm around her waist making her jump, he took the bat from her hands and threw it on to the bed.
"Your one night stand just tried to kill me!" The dark haired man shouted, glaring at Quinn as he pulled himself up on to the sofa.
"Hey!" Quinn scolded him, that wasn't how Jeff saw her, was it? She lowered her gaze to the floor, suddenly very aware that she was standing in just Jeff's t-shirt, the hem of it barely skimming the top of her thighs.
"Matt!" Jeff rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. What a way to introduce her to the family, Jeff rolled his eyes, his brother, always one for dramatics.
"Here Jeffy, Jeffy, Jeffy!" The blonde on the floor continued to giggle.
"Quinn, this is Matthew Hardy, my brother and this," He nudged the still laughing blonde on the floor with his foot, " unfortunately, is our friend Shannon Moore."
"Hey." Shannon's laughter stopped as he pretended to take offense to his introduction.
"I'm sorry, I tried to wake you." Quinn leant her head on Jeff's chest and looked up at him. "I thought they were breaking in."
"Breaking in my ass." Matt muttered.
"Shut it Matt." Jeff glanced up at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, "It's 6:15! What the hell are you guys doing here?" Yawning, he stretched out, Quinn took her chance and pushed herself past him, disappearing into the bedroom behind him.
"Shannon wanted to see if you had any JD. He cleaned the bar out of their supply." Matt rolled his eyes, getting up and making his way into the kitchen, Jeff followed, he should have known that they'd be on their way home from a night out.
"What kind of a bar runs out of Jack Daniels?" Shannon demanded from the floor.
Quinn sat on the edge of Jeff's bed, quickly pulling on any item of clothing that she could find, luckily Jeff wasn't the tidiest of people, she'd found a pair of sweat pants and a grey hoody at the bottom of the bed. Stepping towards the door she heard the men in the open planned living room speak in hushed voices.
"She's fit man." Quinn heard the blonde whisper in admiration.
"She's beautiful." She heard the smile in Jeff's voice causing her to blush.
"She's a fucking ring rat and you's both know it." Matt, the one she'd hit, spat at the other two men. Not letting her brain control her feet or her mouth, Quinn stepped out into the living room, all three men were gathered around the breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the living room.
"What's a ring rat?"
A/N: Thank you again to truckergurl24 for reviewing, laptop is back on track so should be updating as quickly as I can again. Please R&R