Prompt: First Kiss
Seventy three hours.
Quinn thought he'd been awake longer, but it was sort of getting hard to tell. At least the hallucinations hadn't started...yet. He locked the door behind him, leaning against it and glad to be home. One train, four airports, twelve hours in layovers, six time zones, and one cab ride had brought him back to Boston.
He dragged his aching body to the shower, leaving his suit on the bathroom floor; a problem for Tomorrow Quinn to get pissed about. At that moment all he wanted to do was stand under the hot spray until it went cold and washed the miles off him.
He got out after the water went lukewarm, dry swallowed some mild painkillers before putting on a pair of sweatpants he put in with his towels. The smart thing to do would've been to suffer through consciousness for a few more minutes to get a bottle of water from the kitchen.
Quinn wasn't feeling very smart, just tired.
Exhausted to a point where he thought he smelled honeysuckle, which was impossible since Parker wasn't there. She wouldn't have let Quinn through his own front door without making a comment about the locks.
"Dammit," Quinn stumbled into a wall.
"Quinn?"
Out of habit, Quinn tensed up, adrenaline lending him a short burst focus as he stalked into his bedroom.
He found among the obscene amount of pillows and down comforters he piled onto his custom bed, Parker. She sat up, the collar of the shirt she wore fell off one shoulder, and it took him about three seconds to realize it was one of his.
She tossed the blanket off, revealing bare legs, and Quinn couldn't help but stare.
This felt far from ideal, he thought when his side twinged due to muscle strain. She looked as tasty as pie and he desperately wanted to take a bite. There were several annoying factors hindering him from doing so; firstly, she wasn't supposed to be in his apartment, and secondly, the overall threat of his legs giving out if he hadn't been clutching the doorjamb.
"Sweetheart?" Quinn asked. "I ain't complaining or nothing, but what are you doing here?"
"You haven't kissed me yet," Parker's blunt answer threw Quinn off. "Or seem to want to have sex with me."
Quinn sucked in a deep breath, he really didn't have it in him for this. But he would persevere because he liked Parker a lot, despite her habit of shoving him onto uneasy ground when he least expected it.
"Parker, I don't have permission," he said. The floor swayed and he shook his head to focus.
"Permission?"
"Yes. My mamas raised me right," Quinn let himself smirk before saying, "I need enthusiastic consent and clear communication before initiating anything intimately physical."
Parker's face scrunched up as she processed his words.
"You can kiss me whenever you want as long as it's not to shut me up," Parker said. She got off the bed, the stolen shirt moving just so to flash her thigh, and Quinn swallowed. "Can I kiss you?"
"You have my enthusiastic consent."
She stopped in front of him.
"Except for when I'm angry or to shut me up, you can kiss me as much as you want," Quinn clarified. It delighted him how she wanted the same from him and that she understood it was important.
He liked being on equal ground.
Were he not about two steps from passing out, Quinn would've boxed her in against the door, and made her forget everyone who'd kissed her before. Instead, he let the frame take his weight, making Parker come to him.
Her hands were in his damp hair, tugging him down for the kiss. Quinn managed to rally enough to walk her backwards towards the bed after she bit his bottom lip. It didn't come as a surprise when Parker pivoted him around then shoved him down. Quinn forgot to protest after she dropped down onto his stomach, claiming his mouth again and this time he tangled his hands in her hair.
He yawned while kissing down her neck.
Parker laughed and in any other circumstance, Quinn's pride would've stung.
"Both the flesh and the spirit want to crawl into a bottle of bourbon for about three days then sleep for three more, after that I can rock your world," he promised her, trying to ignore how his eyes burned. "What?"
"Brunch too," Parker said. She stayed on top of him, the analytical look she got when staring down a new safe crossed her face. "You need water."
Then she was gone. Quinn took the time to get comfortable, shoving the pillows around until they were how he liked them. He sighed as he sunk into the mattress; bliss.
"Quinn, drink this."
He drank down the water bottle without checking it over. Quinn may have been a paranoid sonofabitch, but if Parker wanted him incapacitated, she'd use something less subtle than drugging his expensive water. Plus intimate relationships were all about trust.
"Stay," Quinn managed to mumble while sleep sank its claws in him. "Please, Sweetheart."
He barely noticed when the comforter was lifted up, only feeling an arm curl around his waist, and the scent of honeysuckle before he passed out.
In the end, Quinn slept for sixteen hours. Due to him being a man of his word, they missed brunch.
