Chapter 25

Hands in her hair, tugging her mouth closer, his lips suddenly on hers, soft and warm, he kissed her harder giving her no other options but to open her mouth and let him kiss her fully. She moaned when his tongue swept against hers. Sam's lips ghosted down her neck, whispering promises, until he once again kissed his way back to her lips and explored her mouth once more. Breaking for air, he pulled back looking at her, his green eyes dark with desire.

"Sam," She moaned his name as she felt his hands run down her back and around her torso until they reached her breasts. He stopped there, hesitating. Quinn arched her back, pressing herself into his large hands, urging him to move, to do something, to stop torturing her this way. A smile spread on Sam's face, slow and sexy, his eyes narrowing with desire.

"Do you want me Quinn?" He looked up at her as his mouth closed over her breast, teasing the peak with his tongue. Quinn sucked in her breath as shivers ran down her spine.

"You didn't answer my question," he said as he gave her other breast the same attention. The warmth of his mouth coupled with the cold night air made her skin tingle from the contrast.

"I…" She stammered, she couldn't catch her breath the feel of his mouth on her body as his hands slid down her hips was making her dizzy. Waves of pleasure all over her skin as he dragged his lips down her torso. His hands on her back arching her closer to grant his tongue greater access to her navel.

"I didn't catch that. Can you repeat it?" He looked up at her and smiled before diving lower, his hair tickling her stomach as he moved lower between her thighs. Soft pecks along her inner thigh, grazing her skin with his teeth, smiling against her leg as she moaned his name.

As his tongue explored her core, Quinn writhed beneath him in pleasure, her hips lifting from the ground to make his tongue dip deeper. Unable to take anymore she ran her fingers through his hair, roughly grasping his scalp, pulling his head up so he had to look at her. His lips were red, used and swollen, his eyes in half moon slits as he peered up at her. Sam's tongue snaked out of his mouth, moistening his lips with a deliberate swipe. She tugged his dirty blonde hair urging him up, to cover her with his body. She bent her legs back, giving him room to settle fully on top of her.

The hard rippled plane of his torso, pressed against her, his hands everywhere, touching, teasing, her legs, her breasts, her back, imprinting their mark on her body. He was everywhere at once, flooding her senses, filling her with himself. She couldn't tell where she ended and he began, they felt like one body, moving in unison, searching for a release. Quinn ran her nails down his spine, as his assault on her body with his hands and mouth continued. Fire and warmth, burning within, she felt feverish and lightheaded, she held onto his back, rolling her head from side to side unable to endure anymore she had to be closer to him, be with him completely.

"Sam…" His name was the only coherent word she could muster.

His lips skimmed a trail from her shoulder to the side of her neck, stopping briefly to nip at her earlobe.

"Tell me what you want Quinn." He whispered in her ear. He pulled back, stilling his motions, to look her in the eyes, breathing heavily as he awaited her response.

A lazy smile across his face, he brushed a curl off her forehead and caressed her cheek softly. His eyes locked with hers, his intent unmistakable. She let her gaze fall to his lips, silently signaling him to end her torment. She squeezed her thighs around him, locking her legs behind his lower back, trapping him against her. His warmth filled her completely, as he drew her into a kiss, his tongue slowly mimicking the movement of his body.

"Quinn keep it down over there."

"Huh?" Quinn opened her eyes groggy and disoriented.

"You're moaning."

"I was not." Quinn opened her eyes wider embarrassed at what Iley must have overheard. Her dream had been intense, she still felt it all over her body, as if she actually was reliving the moment physically and not just in her mind.

"Yeah you were. Either tell me what's going on in that dirty little mind of yours or shut the hell up."

"Sorry, I must have been having a nightmare." Quinn tried to cover. No way was she sharing the details of this particular dream.

"Nightmare my ass. You were having a sexy fantasy. Valentine's Day came early for you huh?" Iley giggled, rolling on her side to face Quinn.

"Is it Valentine's Day already?"

"It's after midnight so yeah. The big day of love has arrived. Woo." Iley's 'woo' was lacking in enthusiasm.

"I take it you're not a fan."

"I am all for love and celebrating it with cheesy boxes of candy and obnoxious flower bouquets. I just don't have a sweetheart this year, so it's kinda hard to get excited."

"I'm very single myself." Quinn sighed as she turned to gaze out at the full moon. They left the curtains open, even at night. Anything to make them feel less enclosed, less trapped.

"Didn't your ex come and see you earlier? Maybe he could be your valentine."

"He's ex for a reason. We're just friends now."

"Who was starring in your dreams? The ex or the baby's daddy?" Iley sat up in her bed crossing her legs, eager to hear Quinn's response.

"I have two exes actually."

It would have been so much easier if she actually had been dreaming about one of her ex boyfriends. That at least would have made more sense than where her mind had just gone with one of her oldest friends.

"Ooo threesome!" Iley clapped her hands excitedly.

"Iley, will you quit it?"

"Sorry, but my mind is racing over here. Can you at least tell me who was in your dream?"

"Brad Pitt," Quinn said flatly.

"Really? I guess that could be hot. I am more of a Orlando Bloom type girl. Dark curly hair and that accent. What were you and Brad doing?

"Iley." Quinn whined. "I'm not giving you details."

"Come on just a little something, a crumb." She was begging, Quinn could see her eyes dancing even in the low light.

"We were outside."

"Exhibitionism au natural. I like it."

"No one was watching, we were alone."

"Alone and naked?"

"Yes. But that's all you're getting. Go have your own fantasy." Quinn rolled on her back and stared at the ceiling wondering what was wrong with her mind.

There was no reason for her to have had a dream like that about Sam. They hadn't even had sex that night. They did come pretty close, but they had held onto their senses, that time. Sam was her friend, Beth's father, and that was all. Quinn didn't want to sleep with Sam, she didn't even want to kiss Sam. Well maybe kiss, Sam was always so good at that. His kisses were slow and deep, intense, he made her feel like kissing her was the only thing he wanted to be doing. She always liked his focus and attention to detail. It made him an exceptionally good lover. Especially when he focused his attention to lower parts…oh no her mind went there again. Quinn's eyes flew open as thoughts of making love to Sam began to invade her mind again.

She shook her head trying to physically get her brain on something else. Beth, her sweet baby, she missed her so much. Quinn bet she had grown even more since she had seen her a couple of weeks ago. Pretty soon she would be so big she would hardly recognize her. Beth's cute baby smile slowly morphed into her father's sexy one, as Sam came into focus in her mind once again. No matter how upset or sad Quinn got, the sight of Sam's lips always made her feel better. He had a smile that just made her insides flutter, even after all of these years. That was the one thing that never changed, Sam still got to her. She never lost that attraction to him. Didn't matter if she loved someone else or if they hadn't seen each other in years, it always remained.

Quinn looked over at Iley. Her roommate looked like she had fallen asleep, her eyes closed both hands under her pillow, a smile on her face. She wondered if Iley was off having her own hot dream, starring her own sexy valentine.

Quinn yawned as she tried to force herself back to sleep. Perhaps if she slept long enough, she could skip Valentine's Day all together this year. Although she doubted the hospital staff would allow her to hibernate. They were too concerned about structure and control to let her do something so blatantly lazy. Her eyes closed as her mind transported her back to a cold night, under the stars, a Valentine's Day three years before, one she thought would be her last.

"You're trembling," he said as he pressed his body against hers.

"So are you."

Sam ran his hands down her bare back before pulling her flush against him. "You don't have to be nervous. It's just me."

"I'm not nervous, I'm cold."

"Right of course," he chuckled uncomfortably. "I just thought for a minute that this might feel odd."

"I've been naked with a man before."

"Not with me," he said softly.

"I think you are getting senile in your old age." She teased. "You forget we've been naked before."

"Not this naked. And how could I ever forget that night?"

"It was a long time ago."

Sam's green eyes locked with hers. "One of the best nights of my life."

"Best night of your life, you're kidding right?" Quinn laughed tearing herself away from his stare. "We were wet and miserable."

"I was alone with you. Not to mention you were in your bra. My teenage dream."

"Oh I get it now. You decided to get all nostalgic and relive high school by trapping us here alone and naked."

"You got me," he grinned.

Quinn's smile faded. "What are we going to do Sam? They might never find us out here."

"Sure they will. The limo driver probably had to report his itinerary to the dispatcher. They'll be looking for us."

"But it's so cold. What if we don't last the night?"

"Just keep holding on to me. We'll keep each other warm."

He wrapped his arms around her, and Quinn rested her chin on his bare shoulder, trying to draw comfort from his nearness.

"I'm not ready for it to be over. I have so many amends I need to make, so much I need to do."

Her mind went to Puck, and her parents, and all of her dreams. Everything could be over after tonight.

"Stop thinking this is the end. We are going to survive this Quinn."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked looking at him.

"I know I can't die on the night that my dream came true."

"Sam if you bring up that I am naked again I'm going to pop you," Quinn warned.

"I wasn't going to say that, though you know how I feel about your body."

"Sam…" Quinn exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes.

"Ever since high school I have dreamed of a night like this, just you and me alone under the stars."

"But we've done that before," she said lowering her voice to match his suddenly more serious tone.

"Not for the whole night. I've always dreamed about spending the night with you. I'm not talking about sex. I am talking about being with you. Holding you close, talking all night, falling asleep in each other's arms. I wanted us to be like that back then."

"We did so much as kids, it's hard to believe we never did that."

Sam bowed his head. "Well your heart was divided. We never got to do a lot of things."

"I'm sorry Sam." She rubbed his back, hoping to ease some of the hurt from the old memories.

"Don't apologize for how you feel. You loved Puck, you don't have to be sorry for that."

Quinn sighed heavily. "I did love Puck, a part of me always will, but it's not the same now. And sometimes I wonder if it ever was what I thought it was."

"How do you mean?"

"Just wonder why we didn't last, if our love was so real, you know?"

"Being in a relationship with somebody and loving them can be two very different things. Take me and Brittany, I will always love her, but I'm not with her, probably never should have been." Sam rolled over on his back, breaking their skin to skin contact.

"Maybe we should change the subject this is getting depressing."

"You're just jealous of Brittany."

"I am not," she said shocked by his statement. "I have no problem you guys were married."

"Uh huh," he said sounding like he didn't believe her. "Every time I bring up Brittany's name you get this strange look on your face and you want to change the subject.'

"I'm just trying to respect your feelings, I know she is a sensitive subject for you."

"Don't pull that. You're jealous admit it." He turned back toward her grabbing her arms, shaking her slightly to urge a response.

"I'm technically still with Puck. I can't be jealous."

"I was married to Brittany and jealous of Puck the whole time."

"You were not," said Quinn shocked.

"I was. I have never liked you were with him. I can't help it, in my heart you'll always be my girl." Sam ran his fingers through her hair, as he watched her intently.

"You never said anything."

"What would be the point, you were happy with him, you had made your choice."

She poked his shoulder with her finger. "You've changed. You used to go after what you wanted."

"I still do," he said, catching her hand in his. "But all I ever wanted for you was your happiness."

"Even if I was with another man."

"Even then." Sam brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly.

She looked him over suspiciously. "I'm seeing a whole other side to you tonight."

"Maybe you're just seeing me for the first time tonight. I don't think you ever fully understood me."

"Right because you were so deep back in high school," she joked.

"I had layers baby."

The laughter died on both their lips as Sam brushed the hair off her bare shoulders, the mood shifting as his fingertips lingered on her skin.

"I knew you were about more than met the eye back then Sam. Believe me, I saw you."

"Too bad you didn't like what you saw."

"That's not true. I loved it." Her words caught in her throat when she saw the intensity in his eyes, maybe they shouldn't be talking about such things while naked.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Feather light touches kissed her skin as his fingertips slowly glided up and down her arm. Mesmerized Quinn closed her eyes as she let the sensation consume her. His gentle fingers teased and she longed for him to stop being so delicate.

"You scared me Sam, you made me feel things I wasn't ready for."

"You sure were ready for them with Puck."

"Puck is very different than you. He was safe."

"Safe."

"Uh huh," she tried to think of more words to add to that sentence but she was distracted by Sam tracing slow circles on her upper arm.

"Did you think I would hurt you?"

"I knew you would. I felt too much, you had this power."

"Funny I never felt powerful. I always felt like I wasn't what you wanted."

"To one part of me you were everything I wanted."

He let out a deep breath. "Too bad the bigger part wanted Puck."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"Don't worry about it," Sam snapped. "I got over it. I'm fine."

"Okay. Let's just drop it."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Great." Quinn tried to think of something to say to ease the tension that had crept between them. She didn't want them to spend what could be their last night on earth, ticked off at each other.

"One thing though, if you were so into Puck back then why did you almost sleep with me that night after homecoming back in high school?" Sam asked.

"I told you I cared about you both. It was two separate things."

"Were you almost sleeping with Puck too?"

"What? No!" How could he even ask her something like that?

"I didn't think so."

"What's your point?" she asked frowning.

"My point is you're not trembling because it's cold."

"Yes I am, it's frigid out here."

"Try again." He shifted his eyes to her mouth, as he let his hands drift to the back of her neck, to tangle in her long hair.

"Sam what are you doing?"

"I'm proving my point," he said as he leaned in closer a breath away from her lips. Quinn shuddered in his arms, her hands clutching the muscles in his back.

"Sam," she moaned, closing her eyes, pressing herself closer to his body. Quinn's heart started pounding in anticipation. When nothing happened her eyes snapped open, narrowing in irritation when he didn't make any moves toward her.

"You are such a jerk you know that?"

"What'd I do?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

"You…you…you're just you."

"Oh my bad, would you like me to be someone else? Puck maybe?"

She slapped at his arm, completely pissed off, Sam just laughed as she landed each blow.

"I so should kick your ass."

"Only if you promise to do it naked," he said still laughing.

Quinn scowled. "I think I'm going to find another blanket."

"No you're not."

"Just watch me. Where are my clothes?" Quinn pulled back the blankets, exposing her nude body to the cold air, to search for her discarded clothing.

"You're not going to leave here and you know it."

"Pretty sure of yourself. Have fun keeping warm all alone."

Sam grabbed her arm, pulling her back against his body.

"If you don't stay you're going to miss it," he said huskily against her ear.

"Miss what?" Quinn asked her voice shaking.

"This," he whispered as he buried both his hands in her hair and covered her mouth with his.