Chapter 12: Claire- Adventures in Springerland

"OUT! OUT! OUT!"

"This isn't your house anymore, George!"

My mother screamed shrilly, coming between them as Quil's entire body started to tremble and shake violently that he blurred in my vision.

I rushed to Quil's side, standing between him and my family. He was going to explode and I would rather pay the price than them; I had caused this commotion as it were, with my super girlmones and inability to keep my hands to myself.

When he saw me, he clenched his jaw and breathed deep. I stood on my toes so I could touch his face. His skin was hotter than usual and it frightened me. "Calm down, Quil," I pleaded. His tremors stopped almost immediately.

"Are you having SEX with MY daughter? Because let me tell you Quil, I don't care about your wolf-print SHIT, you're thirty years old and she's just a child! YOU PERVERTED FUCK!"

And that's when it got all Jerry Springer!

He launched himself at Quil, I was standing between them but Quil pushed me aside just as my dad's blows reached him.

"Dad, you're gunna hurt yourself," I screamed, not daring to get closer as he continued to punch Quil's chest, which was at my dad's eye level. Every punch that landed on Quil made me feel sick, I knew it wouldn't even hurt him but it was like two sides of me battling. The love for my dad and the love for my Quil.

One side screamed: Quil you better not break my daddy.

And the other side cried: You better stop hittin' on my man, Pops…

Okay, maybe not exactly those words, but the same sentiment. There was crunching sound, and I was certain it was my dad's hand but he didn't stop.

"George, I'm calling the police!" My mother screamed, just as my father seemed to collapse from fatigue.

"Go ahead, I want him arrested for statutory rape!"

"We aren't having sex, George," Quil spoke for the first time, he sounded winded.

I don't like drama. I know a ton of girls who live for it. They create it, they gossip about it and they generally marvel in it but this confrontation made me feel sick.

My mother begged Quil to go and he gave me a heartfelt look of apology as he went. I wanted to tell him he had done nothing wrong and that I was humiliated beyond belief by my father but I was speechless, something that rarely happened to me. I didn't think of the right words till he was already out the door and my tears started up again.

When my father was finally calmed down and my mom escorted him out of the house his parting words rang through the hall. "It's time I take a bigger part in her upbringing. I can't stand by and watch this-this arranged marriage! I'm ready to fight dirty for custody this time, Joanna."

I threw myself carelessly on my bed and moaned when I landed on my blow-dryer. "ow shit!" I groaned. Quil rushed to my side, startling me. Although he looked worried for me, I could see a different underline dread.

"I'm fine," I whispered, scooping the blow-dryer up and throwing it on my nightstand. I rolled over, trying to make room for Quil on my twin size bed. I ended up half on top of him, inhaling his piney sea scent and whispering my apologies. His breathing was even and after a while I thought he was sleeping, until his arm came around my waist, pulled me closer.

"None of this is your fault, Claire. Please don't blame yourself, I'll feel terrible," he whispered, the warmth of his breath tickling my ear pleasantly.

"You're the two ost important men in my whole life and I don't want to have to choose between you. And what is he even thinking?"

"He's thinking he loves you, and doesn't want to see you hurt. I understand that. I respect that. I respect your family and you would never have to choose between us," Quil's eyes penetrated mine and I could see the honesty, the love, and the caring so apparent there, I melted. I honestly felt as if I had melted into a gigantic puddle of mush!

"Yes, but… Quil what if he tries to make me leave with him. You don't want me to leave do you?" I asked. I was still in liquid form, unable to move.

"If that's what you want, then yes," he kissed my cheek and I whispered into his chest.

"I want you, Quil. I want to be with you. I've waited soo long for this, for you."

"You have no idea how that makes me feel, Claire. I can't imagine how I got so lucky," he said kissing me very gently. He looked at me with awe and I felt slightly self-conscious.

"Quil, you…" I didn't know how to finish this—I had never been much of a touchy-feely girl. I could easily express anger, hate, irony, sarcasm any emotion but love. Trying to explain to Quil what he meant to me was impossible, because I knew it was the very truest, purest of loves. To me Quil meant almost everything, he was the reason I laughed, my comfort, he helped make me who I am, I was a reflection of him and those parts of me were the parts I loved most.

I stared at him and I could see his worry. Did he actually think I could not love him? I know I hadn't said it yet, but it was hard for me, he knew that right? He must know, must be aware of how I felt."Quil, you are so much more than any one girl deserves. You're like the whole knight in shining armor meets BFF meets… I don't know, sexy teen heart throb from some boy band—" I realized how much of an ass I was making of myself and shut my mouth immediately. Quil chuckled, that beautiful deep chuckled that formed in his chest and I joined in, laughing at myself.

"That's um… quite the flattering description," Quil said kissing my forehead.

"Shut-up! You know what I mean, right? You're my magical protector-man, and best friend and… you're sexy, okay," I looked away, embarrassed having to explain my attraction to him out loud.

"You think I'm sexy?" he asked pulling my chin up to face him.

"Oh god, YES!" This was the first time we were truly alone together since the day we first kissed, and I blushed imagining what would come next. He kissed me, but the passion was turned down, he was being reserved and I threw my leg over him, desperate for the heat of our first kisses.

The kiss deepened, my body sliding down as he propped himself up on his elbows. I rocked my hips forward a few times; the rubbing of our bodies was intoxicating. His hands enclosed around my hip, gluing me still. The loss of my much needed friction made me ache and I groaned in his mouth from disappointment.

"Quiiiil," I whined. "I want you," I whispered feeling as if I were about to burst. I hopped fully on top of him, sliding my tongue past his lips. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other cupped my ass. At first they just rested there but eventually I could feel them guiding me forward and backward.

My breathing got heavier and I rushed trying to get my shirt off. When it was off Quil leaned forward kissing my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. I burned, grinding myself harder against his erection which rested in an ideal place between my legs.

"Claire, I don't think we should do this?" His statement sounded more like a question. Hemoaned as I put my hand between us feeling his bulging hardness.

"We could, at least touch a little. Quil… I need this, I need you," I whispered and he flipped us settling between my legs which were spreading embarrassingly wide for him. His hands brushed down my ribs stopping at the rim of my shorts before slipping under brushing the top of my underwear. He made figure eights with his index finger over my panty-covered mound and I twitched, whining involuntarily.

"God you smell so good," he whispered angling his head towards my stomach which he kissed lightly. I squeezed my legs together locking his hands there and rubbing myself against it, desperate to feel him.

"Claire? Can I…" he asked pushing the side of my cotton undies aside slightly but not pressing forward.

"Please Quil," I begged embarrassed but close to dying from the pressure of my need. His fingers slowly slid down, coated in my wetness so that his movements were fluid. He rubbed slow circles across my clit making me claw and moan and whine until I was close to screaming and he slipped his finger down, the tip of it sliding in until just past the nail before he pulled out, dropping off the bed on his knees. He was clutching his head and I could see he was in pain. "What's wrong?" I rushed to his side.

"Put your shirt on," he begged. Hurt and confused I flung myself over the bed grabbing my shirt and putting it back on.

"What the hell was that?"