During Their Morning Rituals

A scream. A piercing scream caused Huck to jump up on his feet and rush to the bathroom door, he disregarded typical etiquette and barged right in. Quinn was standing in front of the large bathroom mirror holding a single strand of hair. She was wrapped in a towel and her hair was wet but she was holding this one strand of hair away from her head.

"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" His eyes scanned the bathroom but he didn't see anyone else but her.

"Sorry, but I've got a gray hair." She frowned at the colorless strand of hair in the mirror.

"A gray hair?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed before plucking it out.

"You're not suppose to-"

"I know, I know but oh well. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hog the bathroom. There's enough room for both of us, this hotel bathroom is gigantic." Huck nodded his head and went to grab a small black case. When he returned he could see that Quinn was in the process tweezing away any extra hairs on her face. She watched Huck out of the corner of her eye, she heard the stream of the water from the shower and decided that she would keep her eyes focused on her task at hand. They had thirty minutes to get ready before heading out to meet Olivia at the airport. Once she was dressed and started on her hair and make-up, she saw him stepping out of the shower with a towel around his waist. Quinn could feel his eyes on her as she applied eyeliner but when she turned to look at him, he was lathering his face with shaving cream, he looked through the small black case for a razor. He shaved away the hair on his face with a double edged razor and left a smooth path of skin. "You're good at that."

"Good at what?" Quinn watched as the razor pulled away the hairs on his face leaving a smooth line of skin.

"Shaving, most guys have extra hair or have to go over it a second time."

"Well, I've been doing this a long time." He rinsed the blade off in the water before beginning to shave the next section.

"How long?"

"A very long time." The blade shaved the next section perfectly.

"Well I'm pretty sure I'll be ready before you're done."

"You want to bet?" Huck asked.

"What do I get if I win?"

"I'll show you how not to cut yourself when you shave."

"I don't." Huck looked down at the small cut near her ankle. "Fine, I do, sometimes. What do you want?"

"Cook me dinner for a week." She watched him, he was halfway finished but she knew she could beat him if she kept him talking.

"A week?"

"Is there an echo in here? Yes, I said a week."

"Why? You don't even know if I can cook."

"Can you cook?"

"Yeah, but that's besides the point." Huck continued to shave and watched as she moved a bit quicker with her makeup. She raised the tube of lipstick to her mouth. "Fine. It's a deal."

"Good." He placed his razor down and leaned over and bumped into her, purposely. There was a trail of lipstick from her bottom lip her chin. "Sorry."

"You're a jerk."

"I'm done shaving, by the way." Quinn wiped away the lipstick and reapplied it quickly, Huck was already dressing when she stepped into the room, he zipped up his pants and grabbed a white t-shirt from his bag. "I really like baked salmon, just so you know."

"You cheated!" She grabbed her shoes from under the bed, "You know I would have won."

"I don't know that, but I do know that you're cooking me dinner."

"Whatever." she laughed as she grabbed her purse from the desk across the room.

"Water."

"What about it?"

"You need more lubrication when you shave. You want the razor to pull the hair and not the skin, so that's why you get those cuts. Not enough lubrication near your ankles."

"I still have to cook you dinner, right?" Huck nodded his head slowly as he headed to the door. She pushed her arms through her coat and followed behind him. Olivia would be waiting at the airport to find out all the information they had on Senator Reston's mistress.

AN: I would like to think they were more playful in the morning.