A/N: My apologies for the delay! I've been battling a crappy sore throat/headache/cold/sinus issue the last 2 weeks. Back on track now!
Specter~Chapter 14
"Quinn! Quinn!" She heard the high nervous voice and someone shaking her shoulder. She heard footsteps running her way and suddenly Will was in the office too. She pushed up to sitting.
"I-I'm fine, guys…I'm sorry…" she mumbled. "Just the heat…"
"Let me go fiddle with the central air! I'll get you something cool, too," Will said, sounding just as nervous as Emma.
"Maybe I've overdone it on the research today," Quinn said to Emma once Will left the room.
"We can take a break, of course! You scared me to death, Quinn!" Emma said, putting items back in Lucinda's trunk carefully.
"I'm so sorry…yes, maybe tomorrow we can transcribe the journal," Quinn suggested. She twisted the silver ring around her pinky, then slipped it off and wrapped the piece of velvet back around it. She placed it back into the jewelry box.
Will returned with a glass of ice water for Quinn. She realized she was on the floor…she must've fallen from her desk chair…so she pushed back up into the chair, sipping the water.
"Thank you, Will, that is perfect," Quinn said to him.
"As long as you think you're okay…should we call for the doc?" he asked her.
"Oh no…no! Really, I feel much better already," she replied.
Emma closed the trunk and pushed it aside. She put her hand on Quinn's shoulder.
"You still look so pale…why don't you lie down for a bit?"
Quinn rubbed her temples and nodded. "I think that'd be a great idea…"
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She curled up on the giant bed, pulling the comforter up under her chin, her head still aching from earlier. The sky was clouding up; a storm was moving in.
Maybe that'll help rest my head, Quinn thought. There had been so much, too much, for her to cope with that afternoon, going through the trunk. Putting the small silver ring on her finger was the final straw.
The clothing, the honeysuckle scent, the pictures, the diary, the ring…it all combined and finally made sense. Even her name. She shared it all with Lucinda. And Sam…Sam wanted her to figure this out. She needed to talk to him. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
"Sam?" she whispered in the darkened room, lightning flashing now and again. "Are you here?"
He was watching her rest when he heard her call his name. He floated over to the bed and sat on the edge. He touched her arm to let her know he was there.
She felt the chill, even through the comforter. She scooted over a bit.
"Lay with me…"
Hesitantly, he did so. The thunder was closer and now rain was splattering against the windows.
"Kiss me…" she said.
He moved in toward her, placing his lips on hers, and began appearing before her. The lightning made him appear bluish to her, almost glowing next to her.
"How long have you known?" she asked.
"That you're Lucinda? I just knew…"
"My name?"
"I just knew Lucinda as Lucinda Fabbrae…you're Quinn," he replied, still kissing her.
"My name is Lucy Quinn Miller…but that's my mom's maiden name…my dad's name was Fabray," she told him. They stared at one another as the storm raged outside.
"How long have you known then?" he asked her.
"I don't know…maybe always…I just needed help getting here," she answered.
She reached out to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to her. At that moment, he became a man to her, not a figment of her imagination or a ghost or apparition, but a flesh and blood man.
"I said I'd wait on you…" she mumbled against his lips. He nodded, kissing her more urgently now, thunder crashing after flashes of lightning.
"I promised you I'd be back…" he replied to her, his hand reaching around her hip to her lower back.
She dipped her hands down to his waist, moving them up under his shirt, feeling his chiseled abs and the muscles working in his back. She couldn't resist any longer…she had to know.
She placed her palm on his cock. He was hard and throbbing in his pants. She rubbed him slowly over the rough material. He moaned into her mouth…he had no words for what he was feeling. She felt his hand on her back slip lower, lower, lower until he cupped her ass, then slid his hand into her panties, pushing them out of the way. He had never felt a woman so closely…who knew it'd be in the afterlife that he'd lose his virginity?
She had trouble with his trousers; they were made in 1852, after all, and she wasn't familiar with the closure at his waist. They couldn't break their kiss so he unfastened his pants and felt nearly euphoric when her bare hand connected with his bare penis. She stroked him gently, moving the foreskin down, then back over the head of his penis, making him grunt with her touch.
He finally moved his hand from her backside upward, under her t-shirt, to her bare breast. He gently squeezed her, having wanted to do this for God knew how long at that point. She was perfect to him, absolutely perfect. He ached to look down to see what he was touching but, again, knew he couldn't break the kiss. The wind picked up in intensity outside; the storm at the height of its power.
She pushed her panties the rest of the way off while he slid his trousers down to his knees. He rolled on top of her, ready for her.
"Sam…Sam…" she gasped. "Has this ever been done before?"
"I don't know…" he replied, kissing her hard, now feeling the warm flesh of her tongue against his. Her hands weaved through his hair while her knees opened and drew up alongside his hips.
It was definitely a challenge to not break their kiss. Quinn laced her fingers behind Sam's neck to hold him in place. All of their moaning and grunting had to be against each other's mouths, but Quinn found that she quite enjoyed that. She began moving her hips up to meet his, wanting him in her.
He felt the movement and felt suddenly embarrassed. He wanted nothing more to plunge into her...he had seen it done many, many times while out haunting with Finn but had never done the deed himself.
"I've-I've never..." he mumbled.
"S'okay..." she said, taking control and reaching between them to find his penis. He gasped again when he felt her hand on him.
"I always wanted this to happen with you," he said to her in the moment before he entered her.
"Me too..."
She rubbed the head of his cock between her slickened folds, and he felt himself slip in to her. Her flesh was hot and wet and swollen, wrapping around him. holding him. To her, it felt like an icy hot feeling...something she had never experienced before.
They moved slowly together at first, finding their rhythm, almost moving to the thunder and lightning pattern. Quinn found herself to be extremely sensitive, tender almost, where he was connected with her. She moved beneath him, opening her legs more, grabbing his hips to move him faster.
Unable to slow himself down at that point, he moved in and out of her quickly, his breathing quick against her lips. She knew he was nearing the end by his moaning and the jerkiness of his hips. He finally allowed himself to spill over into her, trembling as he came, feeling his own fluid coating himself and her, the scent of their sex all around them.
She closed her eyes and took it all in...how he felt above her, shy and shaking, the smell of their lovemaking between them, how his lips felt and tasted on hers...and let herself fall over the edge in pleasure. She had never had an orgasm quite like that before. For several seconds, she was lost in her own world of pleasure, every nerve ending she had felt like it was on fire in a good way.
Her breaths coming in heaves, she finally eked out, "My god, that was the best sex ever!"
No response from Sam; he had disappeared. She had broken their kiss during her climax. The bed appeared empty next to her in the flashes of lightning, now moving out over the sea. The fluid expelled from Sam was also gone; the scent of their lovemaking faint and disappearing.
Her hand was enveloped in his cool invisible touch; he was lying next to her, trying to regain his composure, as well.
"I'm so sorry, Sam...I've never felt so...so good...that was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me," she mumbled, still reeling a bit and trembling herself.
He had to agree with her, albeit silently.
She rolled to her side, facing where he lay, and fell asleep while he stroked her hair and arm...the coolness making her feel safe.
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She awoke with a start, the storm having passed. She could tell she was alone in the room. She now had some sort of connection with Sam and could tell his presence when near her. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Where and what would they do from this point forward?
Sam had left the estate to try to find Finn. He had to tell someone what had happened and find out if it had ever happened before. He finally found Finn hovering over New York City, watching a baseball game.
"Hey Sam…doesn't that look like fun?" Finn asked him.
"I need to talk to you…it's about Lucinda," Sam said, getting his attention.
"What happened? You didn't scare her, did you?"
"No! No…we-we became one last night," Sam said slowly, waiting for Finn's reaction.
Finn stared at him, then the realization struck him.
"You lay with her?"
Sam nodded. Finn looked away, shocked.
"What should I do?" Sam asked.
Finn looked back. "I'd say you need to talk to Figgins."
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"Ah, Samuel, Finnick, you've returned," Figgins said, calling them both by their given names. Finn rolled his eyes behind Figgins' back.
"I saw that, Mr. Hudson," Figgins said wryly. "Now, what may I do for you two today?"
"I had a question…about a girl…" Sam began.
"Ah, matters of the heart…go on…"
"She's not just any girl…she's human but carries the spirit of my one true love…I've revealed myself to her," Sam told him.
Figgins sat up straighter and grabbed Sam by the shoulders. "Is she part of the Rebirth program?"
"I think so…"
"Those humans must never know that! They cannot know that they had a prior life!"
Sam and Finn shared a glance.
"What will become of her?"
Figgins looked at Sam sadly. "Not her…you. Your ability to reveal yourself to her will begin to diminish. Your connection with her will be lost."
"No…no…not again…that can't happen again!" Sam cried and disappeared.
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Sam returned to the estate and sat on the bed next to Quinn as she slept. He had a decision to make…should he let her know what Figgins told him or should he disappear from her life now so neither of them would have to go through the pain of losing one another again?
He looked at her face, peaceful as she dreamed, perfect he thought. Would he be able to willingly walk away from her? In his heart, he didn't think he was strong enough to do so. They had been given another chance, against all odds, and for him to just disappear was wrong, wrong for both of them.
He decided he'd be a man and face the consequences and spend what time he had left with her. He stroked her blonde hair, seeing it shine in the moonlight.
His decision was made…he'd stay with her until their connection was no longer. He loved her with all his heart and that was that. He'd be with her until the end. He kissed her cheek; she smiled at the burst of coolness on her skin.