12. Rainy days

The days away with the students was a kind of sad thing, since the weather had been playing its own game up to now. Constantly, it had been raining, made it hard for them to get outside to spent more time in nature like it had been planned. However, Quinn returned home on Friday evening as the sky was pouring its water down over the city again.

She opened the door and got with her wet clothes inside, putting down the hood that saved her a little from the rain. Though she thought it to had been sad, she wouldn't consider it as a waste, because it had been quite fun to at least spend some time outside the city. An average size gym bag was her luggage for the week, which she placed down to the floor pretty fegged, and her eyes narrowed by an uncommon sound coming from Judy's bedroom.

"Stop... I... can't do no more...," she heard her friend gasping and begging, her voice fading in sore exhaustion. "Please..."

It was uncomfortable to hear her like that, and Quinn's chest tightened in worries, made her walking to the kitchen to grab the rolling pin. If that was some rapist or an extremely hungry guy that didn't know when to stop, she was ready to punch that one with the kitchen item so hard to send him flying. Carefully, she was stepping to the door, trying to make no sound. She grabbed the door handle and opened a small gap to glimpse inside, checking the situation.

"Law, I can't... stop..."

Quinn backed off immediately with a red face, her heart throbbing painfully by her startle. It was her doctor she had seen behind her friend who was on all four, moaning out her exhaustion. Ouh craaap..., the blonde thought in her embarrassment and covered her face with her free hand. You saw nothing! He was naked, but you only could see his upper part! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Not that she had seen more than before, but to see him doing things like that was just utterly strange and uncomfortable. But what was owning that, were Judy's cries as he was taking her. Why did that guy not stop? What was wrong with him? Was that rape? She had heard stories about successfully subduing offenders, but it was scary in reallife though, she couldn't even keep her eyes open. Oh no, what if he would kill Judy? Or kill her? Or kill both? What if that guy was going to torture them? Her breathing became flat as she heard her friend's muffled cry into the pillow, the loud sound of their skin clasping onto each other harshly, and his heavy breathing...

It was just uncomfortable, that was not how she imagined rape but well, Judy said 'stop' and he didn't.

Covering her eyes, Quinn pulled herself together and torned the door open. "You jerk, let go of her!" she shouted and threatened him with the rolling pin. "I-I will call the police after I smash your head...!"

Then, freaking silence roamed between them, only the exhausted breathing fell to her ears beside her own.

Why was no one saying something? What was happening now?

She could see nothing behind her hands. "H-hello?" She stammered unsure with blushed cheeks. "I c-can hit really hard with th-that thing...!"

Law raised a brow by her unexpected action. Oh man, she wasn't really trying to fight a 'rapist' by getting in and avoiding his look, threatening him with a rolling pin, was she? Trying to hold back a grin, he sat back to the mattress and looked away while his fingers pressed against his cheeks, covering his curled lips.

Judy sighed out and casually straightened back on her buttocks. "Quinn, you're already back?"

"It's past eight, of cou- what the hell's going on here?!"

Brushing her hair out of her face, she told her calmly, "well, you bumped into our privacy."

"What? Haven't you-" Quinn paused awkwardly, her lips pressed tightly together as the realization of her completely misunderstanding the situation caught up with her. Face-heated by the extreme embarrassing behavior she had pulled off, she stepped quietly backward in her awkwardness and even tripped once as she still blocked her own view.

No. She just didn't really interrupted the two during their sexual intercourse like an idiot. She just had made herself a fool in front of him again, this time worse than the puking, god she wanted to die right away. No no no no! What have you done?!

Rushing to the bathroom, the blonde looked into the mirror with big blushing cheeks, holding them in her foolishness. No! This didn't really happen...! Who had known that people were sleeping with each other in that way too? So that was meant by the category 'hardcore', Quinn couldn't even face herself anymore.

"Miss Heady."

"I saw nothing! I saw nothing!" She claimed right away as she heard Law's voice close to her, clearly avoiding his face

He smirked slyly with his lazy eyes, walking next to her to the sink and turned it on to wash his hands. "You got nerves. To really disturb people like that, does it happen now and then?"

"What no!" Quinn stated with uncomfortable embarrassment, looking at the guy next to her, who was still carrying the slyness on his lips. And he was still topless, only dressed in his jeans, so her eyes were forced to look into his face. "She said 'stop', so I thought she meant it...! Why should a person say 'no' to something they actually want that moment?!"

Law didn't laugh, but he was extremely amused about what had happened, and about her not able to cool down but exaggerating in her discomfort. It was a fair question if her best friend wouldn't be the kind that actually wanted to be taken so rough.

Quinn gritted her teeth in annoyance as she looked at his carefreeness. "What are you doing here again anyway...?!"

"I thought I return the umbrella to you as I told you to do this week. But as you've canceled the appointment, and because it's been raining a lot these d-"

"Why do those sound like excuses? Just say you needed some sexy time," she interrupted him with both her hands placed to her hips, talking in skepticism.

Law side-glanced her with a surprised smile about her new wording. "Sexy time?"

The blonde twitched back with a step and narrowed her brows in displeasure, while her cheeks remained in her blush. "Y-you and Judy are not making love..."

Geez, that blonde was weird, it was almost appallingly cute. "You can choose the reason you like better."

Not convinced about anything that was leaving his mouth, Quinn stepped out of the bathroom without breaking their eye contact as hers shot him minimized. She felt not well talking to that guy, because he was making her feeling so stupid that she escaped back to her friend's room, checking on her.

That one was lying in her rosé morning coat on the bed, playing with her phone, asking pretty disinterested, "hey, how was it?"

"Say, what's with you and him now? You don't look depressive anymore," Quinn went straight to her own question as she knew that Judy didn't really care how her school trip was. Everything connected to her work with children was in her disinterest, such as everything connected to her one-night-stands in Quinn's. Well, Law was different though as Judy acted unusually towards him. He fell out the frame because he wasn't there for just one night, hence curiosity about their relationship development existent.

Judy sat up properly, putting the phone away and replied, "he came over by himself and wanted me, that was confirmation enough."

Squinting her eyes a little, Quinn shook her head slowly to her fascinated response. "God, you're so simple."

"And in the end, you interrupted us."

"Hey! I-I thought he was doing it against your will...," the blonde defended herself with sunken mouth corners. "I just wanted to help, thanks for appreciating my care."

"Oh, actually when I said stop, I did mean stop, but I was okay with him keep going. That was hot," Judy said, smiling, her eyes falling dreamily to the side.

"To see you submissive's kinda strange..." was Quinn's response, a brow rose in conceiving surprise. Her gaze then slid to the side as she added thoughtfully, "this is like... black magic on biological base."

As Law got back to the room as well, he said not much than, "I'm gonna leave now," while he picked up his socks and sat down on the mattress to put them on.

He also had a big tattoo on his back that the blonde hadn't seen before, despite that it was the first time for her to see him topless more than just half of a second. Those tattoos looked so freaking badass on his body, Quinn couldn't look away and tried to get used to that look. A sexy doctor huh? Whaaa...! Ouh shut up girl!

While she was busy with hitting her own head in embarrassment, Judy shifted herself to him, unhappy about his words. "Whaaat? Already?"

"Yeah."

She wrapped her arms from behind around his neck, asking with lovely voice, "don't you wanna stay a little longer for dinner?"

"No," he replied flatly. "I've got other things to do."

What a jerk... Quinn thought as she got back to present and observed his selfish behavior of getting here to bed her friend, and to disappear whenever he wanted. His bad manners were a turn off for her that not even his well-toned and leaned muscles could save his impression.

"Come on Law, stay a little bit," Judy made another try in keeping him there. She massaged his neck and gently stroke down his chest, telling in light seductive but playful tone, "there'll be a dessert."

"Oh! I want ice cream!" Quinn snapped in with big eyes as the word 'dessert' got her in surprise. "You remember the banana ice cream you made once? That was soooo good, you gotta show him!"

She saw the brunette's displeased expression, who darted her widened eyes silently down to the young man to tell what stupid comment she just had made again.

"Ouh... that dessert..." Quinn said as she grasped her actual idea, and grinned awkwardly. "Sorry."

Law was smirking slightly to the floor, hidden from both of them. It was not the first time for her misunderstanding her friend's talking, and thought it was amusing every time it happened. He was entertained about her stupidity, or rather said 'slowness' in understanding, it was like watching TV in 4D.

"Yeah... anyway." Judy got up from the bed, stretching her neck as she told, "I'm gonna take a shower now, and then I'll cook-"

"You gotta stay or else she won't," Quinn made a short remark into her sentence to emphasize the need of Law's stay.

"Weeell..., then I'll cook and maybe make some banana ice cream," the brunette continued then with a sarcastic smile and walked out of the room in her rosé matching slippers.

"You're the best, please wash your hands properly, I love you," her friend called after her flatly. She then turned back to Law, and how awkward the atmosphere between them suddenly was as he stared at her in silence after Judy's disappearance. Having one arm stiffly behind her back, she lifted the other with open palm and a forced smile, since she had no clue what to do next with their guest. "Hi... how are you?"

Law twitched a brow and shifted his prosaic and disinterested gaze away, scanning the room for his stuff. He really needed to stop tossing his clothes around when he had tugged them off.

Noticing that he hadn't changed his plans, Quinn said, "huuuh, you still wanna go?"

"Yeah, I said I've got things to do."

"But you can't just go," she responded, telling convinced about her own words, "you have to try the ice cream!"

"Sure that I really have to, or do you want me to stay because she else wouldn't make some?" The young man asked calmly as his lazy and stoic expression aimed at her.

"Yeah."

He smirked lightly and rested his chin on his hand as his torso leaned a little forward, his arm lying on his legs. "Miss Heady, aren't you out the age to be excited of getting ice cream served? If you want some, go and buy some."

"Okay first, you can't just buy good self-made ice cream. Second, you sound just like Judy."

"I'm sorry, happens." Law then straightened back and wanted to get up as the girl took place next to him on the bed, keeping her glare ahead. He stopped and looked at her.

"What's a duck's favorite drug?" Quinn said and turned her head to him to look into his face that might inquire a bit her action as his brow rose to question. She smiled a little, though not really in happiness. "Just a joke to moist your dryness."

It already started bad, but well, there was nothing against a little joke. "I don't know, what is it?

"Quack."

Now, she was smiling at him widely with sealed lips as if she expected a positive reaction. And again he was showing not much response to it. Quinn then took a deep breath and exhaled out audibly, her eyes rolling with a smile. "Okaaay, it wasn't that-"

"It was absolute bad."

"Okaaay, it was absolutely bad, but I know a good knock-"

"No knock knock jokes."

"Okaaay, you're right." She sighed again lightly and moved her eyes to the side like she was tired. "Whoever invented knock knock jokes should get a no bell prize."

Their eyes locked with their heads not moving a bit, and as always he was totally untouched by her humor while her lips tightened, holding her little giggle. But she gave in by his silence with a small laugh, saying "oh man, I was preparing for that!"

"Preparing?" He repeated rather in skepticism.

She looked at him and nodded frantically in joy. "Didn't you see? First I've introduced with another super bad joke where I could be sure that you won't find it funny - unless you've got a really weird humor. And then I suggested a knock-knock joke, and really, even I find knock knock jokes bad. But that was all just to low your expectations for the surprising joke that ca-"

"Miss Heady, you're talking too much."

Quinn stopped and shifted her orbs with a little blush to the side. "I-I'm sorry... it's just-, when I-, uhm... yeah, it's okay, I keep quiet. I'm sorry." Soundless she was getting up in her discomfort, the awkward silence making her want to escape. "I'll get you a glass water..."

A glass of water? That was her excuse to get away from the situation? However, something to drink would be good though, after the previous game. Law got up and picked his t-shirt and sweater from the floor, putting both back on. His keys and phone got back into his pockets before he left the room again.

Quinn got to him with the promised water, staring at the young man with half-lidded eyes as annoyance grew in her by his glare, followed by his quiet chuckle to the side. "What now? Do I look funny?"

He took the glass and walked to the entrance door, getting back into his shoes.

A little surprised about his choice as he had said nothing before she had left for the water, the blonde followed him to the door. "You still wanna go?"

"Yeah, we're gonna see each other next week," he responded and stood back straight as his shoes were on, drinking the water relaxed.

Quinn furrowed her brows, slightly crabby about his ignorance. "You can't just leave when she's under the shower, disappearing just like 'poof'."

"I wouldn't know why not," the young man said and handed her back the empty glass. "Thanks."

Standing right in front of Law, she noticed that she actually had to look a little up in order to talk to him. He was about one head taller than her, so for her pretty tall when she thought about the height of her ex-boyfriend who was as tall as Judy, hence 5'9".

"What's the staring? Do I look weird?" Law said as he glimpsed down to the scanning gaze.

"You're really tall."

"Maybe you're just short."

Quinn shook her head slowly, answering with blank expression. "No, I'm totally average for a woman."

"And I'm totally average for a man," he replied flatly.

Her eyes grew by his statement. "No? My ex-boyfriend was like that," she said and raised her hand horizontal next to her own head to show him the height difference.

Law smiled slyly. "Are you comparing me to your ex?"

"No, to my dog -of course I do!" The blonde told as if he was stupid. Seeing him widening his sly smile a little, her cheeks turned somewhat pink again and she complained about his behavior. "What? He's a guy too and obviously not as tall as you...!"

He didn't respond to that but let her feeling uncomfortable by whatever she was interpreting. A girl comparing a guy to her ex-lover was just inviting to tease when there actually weren't any intentions in that direction from her side, aside from her constant upset and embarrassment that amused him anyway She did well in 'sweeting' everything up, though it was to her bad and his gloat.

Staring outside the window then, having Quinn doing the same, they saw how it was still pouring like a waterfall. He looked at her and she smiled wryly. "It's weird when you came 'just to return my umbrella', and then request it again."

"I can do without, it's fine," he replied and pulled down the door handle.

If things like him ending up with a cold could be clearly prevented, she wouldn't hesitate to do then as it was somehow in her - or actually her friend's who was showering - responsibility. "Ah whatever, take Judy's," the girl said and grabbed the red umbrella, which stuck right next to hers, handing him the item. "One reason more for you to pay her a visit again, that surely would make her happy."

He took and eyed it. "Well, I preferred that one anyway. Less kitschy, less childish, more neutral. Also, it's more... ladylike."

Excuse her?

"You know what?! Forget it!" Quinn said and ripped the umbrella annoyed out of his hand, earning an amused but surprised smiling face. Still in her outdoor wearing, she lay the glass to the side and took the keys. "I'm gonna take you to your car, so you don't have to make the effort to return it," she said before she looked at him with a sarcastic smile, adding, "we don't want anyone seeing you with a ladylike umbrella, right?"

"Oh, they know me with something worse anyway," he responded in mockery as he recalled the last time he had borrowed one.

Quinn rolled her eyes and kept her sarcasm, acting quite serious to her words that she had rather wished to hear, "thank you, Miss Heady, for your care. Thank you for making the effort to go outside in the cold rain to take me to my car in order for me to not get wet. Oh no problem Dr. Trafalgar, I don't want you to get ill, but I appreciated your gratefulness."

"Well, I said I can go without, and you just decided to not hand me one," Law said then, and she shifted him annoyed by his back outside the apartment with his smile not faltering.

"Go go go go go." It was a remarkable moment for Quinn later when she would realize that this was the first time for her to had touched him. Well, touching a person in such casual way was nothing special, but touching him somehow was as he was actually an unreachable weirdo, where she had to be scared to get in body contact with. She had imagined him to be discomforted by that and gets cold or angry, or that he would interpret it as any sexual approach. His backside that was getting pushed forwards by her full palm felt very different to her ex-boyfriend's back. Much fitter that she could feel the difference even through the sweater. Else she had never really touched other guys before than shaking hands.

"Woah, the rain will never stop. There's still no sign of spring," Quinn said as both stood at the entrance of the building, having the raindrops racing down in front of their eyes. It was quite noisy but relaxing as those hit the different surfaces around, a dozen every millisecond each so that the smell of the wet street flew around.

Law looked over to a yellow spot several meters away. "There's my car."

"I know. How can I not see this bright color, molesting my eyes," she replied in deadpan as she acknowledged too, the glowing dot coloring everything in the dullness of desaturation.

"I'm sorry for having such a bad taste," he said and shoved both his hands into his pockets.

"Ahh no! I actually like yellow, that was just a joke!" Quinn stated soon as she thought to had said something wrong. He smirked slightly and darted down to the umbrella for her to open it. In annoyance, she was opening the item while the sudden awareness of his mockery got her eyelids lowering unimpressed. "God, you're making fun of me for being so nice..."

The two then began to walk off. "Calling yourself nice is like calling yourself funny. No one does that," Law told her casually.

Quinn held the umbrella up and a little out of her comfortzone, since he was pretty tall. Keeping the arm-raising position was somewhat tiring, but she didn't complain though and took it as pretty normal as a host. "You've called yourself the best doctor, it's basically the same as calling yourself intelligent. That's kind of a no-go too."

"Give me the umbrella," he said as he saw the unnecessary effort of her, and took the item to hold it himself.

Taking his gesture as normal as well, she instead chose to stay with the dialogue. "Ha! You can't counter anymore."

"That's right. You defeated me," he responded flatly.

Her lips pouted a little and she said dissatisfied, "this is not fun when you don't fight back..."

"You prefer me to be a bad loser?"

"No, I prefer you to be a loser in general."

Law smirked lightly to the front, answering in his confidence, "then I have to disappoint you."

Wow, that guy was a piece of self-assured human-being with all his teasing smiles and smirks. Had he ever laughed from his heart once without feeling entertained by something but actually feel happy?

The two stopped in front of his car, and he unlocked it and opened the door after he had returned the umbrella to the young woman. Taking place inside, Quinn bowed down with the umbrella to eye the vehicle from the inside, a little in disbelief about how much a person could pay for owning such transport. "How much did you spend on that thing?"

"I'll see you next week, Miss Heady, don't cancel again," he replied, awarely ignoring any question about money. It's just something people shouldn't talk about.

Quinn smiled wryly into his face. "Oh, I am so gonna cancel, I'll cancel like a champion."

He raised a brow and told her dryly, "then you don't have to come anymore."

"Maaan, that was just a joke," she stated with furrowed brows, a little annoyed about him having no humor at all.

Law countered though with a flat, "I was just kidding too," and fastened his seat belt.

Was he serious? She could remember to had told him once to work on his way of expressing humor. Looking at him with stale eyes, she said, "just let the jokes."

Law smirked a little and turned his face to her. To hear that from someone who was just as unfunny as a comedian making jokes about deads. "You don't let yours either, so?"

She kept her stale stare at him, and her cheeks turned slowly a little pink while her expression didn't change. "Touché."

Backing off then for him to close the car's door, she walked back on the pavement and watched his car turned on as the lights flashed in the rain. A yellow sports car, it was somehow matching him pretty well, though black would have done it too. Was that his favorite color? Or did he need attention from his fellow people when he was cruising through the streets? Quinn had never been a great car admirer, but she caught herself with the thought of actually driving that thing, or at least being a passenger...

As the car had turned directions and stood with the driver side to her, Law shifted the window down. "Something else, Miss Heady."

Woah, he was looking quite cool in his car...

"It's better for a surgeon to be able to consider himself 'intelligent', otherwise it would be bad if he has no confidence in his doing."

Quinn tightened her lips unhappy in her loss, speaking out a grumpy "touché..."