Chapter Title taken from the song "To Hell With Good Intentions" by Mclusky.

All Quil meant to do was drop Claire off. Drop her off and take his Easy Mac and beer and go home. That was all. Nothing else. It was that God damned ice cream cone that was his undoing. The more he had thought about they way she looked licking it, the more turned on he got. When they got to Claire's house and she asked him to come in, informing him that no one was home, he nodded his head no.

"Okay." He had heard himself say. Damn it!

Well fine he would go in but NOTHING was going to happen. Which was why he was rather shocked to find himself on Claire's bed, Claire laying on top of him, his tongue tangling with hers in a series of very serious kisses.

Quil managed to break his lips away from Claire's long enough to gasp, "We are going to be in so much trouble for this. This, this…..this is not supervised."

"So?" Claire attached her lips to his neck and began licking and sucking on the sensitive spot behind his ear.

"Oh God," Quil whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head. With a growl he flipped them both over and attacked Claire's lips again. Claire hooked her leg around his waist and pushed herself up against him creating a delicious friction that Quil couldn't help but push back against. His hand reached down and played with the hem of her shirt, pushing it up, his fingers brushing her stomach. Claire broke their kiss and looked down at his hand.

"Oh sorry," Quil quickly pulled his hand away.

"No, it's okay." She looked back up into his eyes. "It's okay," she repeated.

Quil took a deep shuddering breath and placed his hand back on her stomach. They both watched Quil's hand as if hypnotized as it slowly traveled upward, his fingers brushing against the swell of Claire's breast. He looked into Claire's eyes, gauging her reaction as he moved his hand up higher, then ever so lightly he brushed his thumb against her nipple, his fingers relishing to silky feel of her bra combined with the hard nub underneath. Claire sighed as he brushed his thumb against her again, then reached up and crushed her lips against his. Quil moaned into her mouth and allowed his other hand to join his first under her shirt, gently stroking, then squeezing, then brushing again. Then suddenly, almost as if he just realized what he was doing, Quil froze.

"What's the matter," Claire pulled back and looked imploringly into Quil's eyes.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Quil whispered. He slowly moved his hands and pulled Claire's shirt down.

Before Claire could protest, Claire's bedroom door opened and a loud "AHEM," from the doorway startled them both.

Quil yelped and threw himself off Claire onto the floor.

Claire hurriedly sat up and frowned. "GOD GRACE CAN'T YOU KNOCK?!"

Claire's older sister Grace gave her a snotty smile. "What fun would that be? Does mom know about this?" She waved her hand at Quil who was still on the floor.

Claire's eyes widened. "Grace, we weren't really doing anything."

"Oh no? It sure looked real cozy."

"Please don't tell mom, okay? I swear I'll do anything. I'll do your laundry for a week, I'll do your chores for a month. Anything okay? Just don't get Quil in trouble."

"Why wouldn't I want to get Quil in trouble?" She asked her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Quil made a face. He and Grace had always had a love/hate relationship, which the last few years had centered mostly around the hate side. Quil always felt that Grace had an underlying jealousy about the way her parents treated him. She seemed to resent the attention that Claire received as the baby of the family, and while it hadn't been that bad at first, since Grace had turned sixteen, she had really become, in Quil's opinion, a conniving bitch.

"Grace….please." Claire gave her sister a pleading look.

Grace sighed. "Fine, I won't say anything. But…laundry for two weeks."

Quil scowled at Grace's back as she walked out, then got off the floor and sat on the edge of Claire's bed. "I really hope she doesn't say anything," he said, worry etched in his words. "I knew this was a bad idea."

Claire sighed. "She won't say anything. She may be a bitch, but she's still my sister. We look out for each other."

"I hope you're right," Quil fretted. He was already feeling the deep seeded guilt and panic bubbling up in his chest at the thought of Sharon or Sam finding out about this situation. His hands trembled and he took deep breaths, trying to get himself under control.

"Quil," Claire leaned over and rubbed his back. "It's going to be fine."

Quil nodded. "I better go," he muttered.

He stood up and without a backwards glance, he dragged himself out.

"My life sucks!" Quil stormed into the house, dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and threw himself down on the living room sofa.

Seth glanced over at him. "Gandhi feeling frustrated?"

"You know this imprinting thing? Total scam. Seriously, I think it's just all made up mumbo jumbo to fuck with our minds. I mean you imprint on someone and then you're stuck with them for life? How is that fair? And what if the one you're stuck with is a total temptress who lives to make your life a living hell?!"

Seth nodded. "Ahh I see what this is all about. Was Claire wearing the tiny skirt again?"

Quil made a disgusted noise and threw Seth a dirty look. "No. She was….she was eating an ice cream cone."

Seth's gave Quil a mock look of horror. "Oh my God the nerve. How did she become such a whore? I mean eating ice cream?"

"I'm being serious Seth. It wasn't just that. I mean one second I'm watching her eat an ice cream cone, the next thing I know, we're making out on a public bench. Then I drive her home and she's all 'come in nobody's home' and I'm all shaking my head no but saying yes and I go in and she's all 'let's go to my room' and I'm all 'we shouldn't' but then I think of the ice cream thing and bam there we are making out on her bed. And I'm supposed to be the responsible one. To top it off Grace came in. I don't think she saw anything because I had stopped, but you know….I was on top of Claire, so she knows something was up." Quil sighed. "Man, I can't take much more of this."

"Can't take much more of what?" Embry ambled into the living room, cold pizza in hand and flopped into the recliner next to Seth's.

"Claire," Seth answered for Quil.

"What this shit again?" Embry sighed. "I can't even stand to listen to it anymore."

"You guys don't have any idea what this is like," Quil moaned.

"But apparently I'm going to be listening to it again," Embry muttered.

"No, I'm serious Em. You guys have got it made. Embry you can go out with whoever you want. Sleep with whoever you want. And Seth you have Julie who is totally legal. But me? No, I have to be bound by some weird ass mystical force to a fourteen-year-old who is not only driving me crazy, but is making it really hard for me to not break the law." Quil sighed. "I mean do you even know how long it's been since I've had sex with anyone besides myself?" He made a weak jacking off gesture with his fist. "Seriously, I think I'm chafed."

"What about the "lap dance"?" Seth made air quotes.

"Totally doesn't count," Embry said. "She rubbed her ass on him and he blew his load in his pants."

"Ugh!" Seth gave Embry a disgusted look.

"Do you have to be so crude?" Quil growled.

"Whatever bro, I just say it like it is." Embry took a bite of pizza and smiled.

"I'm serious guys, this is getting bad. I'm really, really having a hard time not becoming a pedophile."

"Will you quit saying that? You aren't a pedophile, she's your soul mate, you love her she loves you blah, blah, blah just fuck already."

Quil looked at Embry in amazement. "Dude, what the hell happened to you? You used to be all quiet and……normal."

Embry shrugged. "I just can't hear about Claire anymore man. I mean I live with you, I work with you, I patrol with you. All day and all night it's the same thing Claire, Claire, Claire. If I didn't think I'd get in trouble, I'd kill you in your sleep."

"Well I'm sorry if my problems are such an inconvenience for you," Quil spat out bitterly.

"It's not an inconvenience, it's just boring as hell," Embry replied. "It's like I've been listening to the same damn song on repeat for six months. I just want to hear a new song, you know?"

Seth frowned at Embry. "Look Quil, I realize this is tough for you, but I really think the person you need to be having this conversation with is Claire. I mean have you talked to her about how you feel?"

"Yeah, but I don't know if she really understands. I mean I picked her up at school today, and she jumps on me in the parking lot and kisses me in front of God and everybody. Then she sits there eating her ice cream all sexy and I'm supposed to just ignore it?"

"First of all, if the only thing she has to do to get you this worked up is eat ice cream, I honestly think you have bigger problems."

"Hello? I haven't had sex in eight years!"

"All right all right, will you calm down!" Seth made a downward motion with his hands.

"Oh my God, screw calming down. Just do it already and get it over with!" Embry moaned.

Quil's eyes widened. "Good idea! Then I'll just sit here and wait for Sam and Sharon to send a lynch mob to come kill me! I mean Sam already disapproves of the fact that we're "dating", and I use that term loosely. I can't even imagine his reaction if we were to have sex."

"Dude, we're all going to see what the hell you guys are doing anyway, do you really think he's not going to know the problem your having?" Embry said.

Quil sighed. "You know what? Just forget it. I'll figure this out on my own."

"Thank God! I mean I love you man, but I was serious before about killing you." Embry laughed, then seeing the look on Quil's face hurriedly stood up and left the room.

Seth waited until he heard Embry's door close, then leaned towards Quil. "Look, why don't you try not thinking about being with her when you're with her."

"Huh?"

Seth glanced around quickly, eyes darting left and right.

Quil followed his look, confusion plastered on his face.

Seth motioned Quil closer.

Quil gave him a strange look. "You don't want to like make out or anything, right?"

Seth sighed. "No dumb ass, I'm about to reveal information to you that I have managed to keep from the entire pack for a very, very long time. And," he held up a hand, "I would like to keep it that way please."

"You sure that's such a good idea? I mean I spend so much time trying to keep Claire out of my mind that pretty much everything else is up for grabs."

"Well how's this. Anyone finds out about this...Embry won't be the only one in line to kill you." Seth gave Quil a meaningful look.

"Umm, okay….I can't make any guarantees."

Seth closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to be struggling with something. Then he opened his eyes and let out a deep breath. "Okay, your needs right now are greater than mine. I'm willing to make this sacrifice for you."

"Uh, thanks?" Quil was getting confused as hell.

Seth leaned in close again, and barely speaking above a whisper said, "Okay, so a long time ago…….a LONG time ago, I used to have a problem…..sexually."

Quil immediately sat back. "Dude, I don't really think I want to know where this is going."

"Would you shut up and just listen!" Seth scolded.

"Okay…."

"Right so I had this problem…..sexually. I would get you know….too excited."

Quil frowned. "I'm not following you."

Seth sighed. "I would….finish before the party even started. Get my drift?"

Quil thought for a moment. Suddenly his eyes widened. "Holy shit you're a premature ejaculator!?" He shouted.

"Jesus Quil, could you say that any louder? I don't think the entire neighborhood heard you! And NO by the way. I used to have a slight problem. I don't anymore, okay?"

"Okay, okay."

"Okay. So remember when I was going out with Jennie Thompkins?"

"Jennie who'll do anything for a penny, Jennie?" Quil snickered.

"That was such an undeserved nickname."

"Oh come on Seth. She was a total slut."

"Fine, she was a slut, but I'll always be grateful to that slut, you know why?"

"Umm because she was a slut?"

"NO, damn it are you going to take this seriously or not?"

Quil threw up his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're grateful to the slut. Why?"

"Because, when we first started going out and we would be messing around, I would….you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"Right, so Jennie taught me a little trick. Don't think about what you're doing. Think about something that's a total turn off, you know like your mom or something."

"Wait…..you think about your mom when you're having sex?"

"You know what, forget it. I can't even talk to you." Seth started to stand up.

"Wait, wait," Quil grabbed Seth's arm and pulled him back into the recliner. "I'm sorry. Go on."

"No more smart ass comments?"

Quil made an X over his heart. "Scout's honor."

Seth nodded. "Okay, so what Jennie taught me to do is think about something totally unrelated to sex, you know, like school, or work, or sports, whatever. And I'm telling you it works. I could go all night with no problems."

Quil nodded. "Okay, but how does that help me? I'm not trying to last longer, I'm trying to not even start."

"It's the same principle. You think about things that totally turn you off, and you'll be fine. My old standby…..mothballs."

"Mothballs? OHHH this explains the whole McDonald's outburst much more clearly."

"Yeah, well my mom was always putting them in my closet. I hated how they smelled. I even hated touching them. I could last for hours on mothballs alone."

"Huh. Well Seth…..thanks, I guess. That was interesting and more than a little disturbing."

Seth just shook his head. "You'll thank me later." He stood up. "Just remember, anyone finds out about this conversation." He drew his thumb across his neck.

"Got it."

"Alright. Well I've given you what I can. You're on your own now." Seth began walking to the hallway.

"Guess I am," Quil sighed. "Hey, Seth?"

Seth paused and turned around.

"Thanks man."

Seth nodded. "No problem."

Embry stuck his head around the corner from the hallway. "You could always jerk off before you go see her. That sometimes works."

"WERE YOU THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!" Seth screamed.

"Ummm…noooooo….."

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Embry laughed like a hyena and took off for the front door, Seth in his wake.

Quil laughed when he heard two sets of clothing ripping before they were off the front porch. He shook his head and sat for another moment. "Mothballs," he muttered. "Jesus."

"GRACE LOUISE THIS IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!"

"MOM! YOU ARE BEING TOTALLY UNREASONABLE!"

Quil closed the back door at Claire's house and winced at the screaming coming from upstairs. Grace was a total drama queen and at least once a week he walked in on a screaming match between Grace and her mother Sharon.

"YOU LET QUIL IN CLAIRE'S ROOM ALL THE TIME!"

Quil frowned. He never liked being dragged into arguments in the Ortecho home.

"THAT IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT SITUATION AND YOU KNOW IT!"

"HOW? HOW IS IT DIFFERENT?!"

"BECAUSE I TRUST QUIL!"

Quil smiled at that. He and Sharon had always gotten along very well.

"OH YEAH? WELL DID CLAIRE TELL YOU WHAT THEY WERE DOING UP THERE YESTERDAY?"

Quil's smile fell immediately. Grace had sworn to keep her mouth shut. He should have known that she would tattle first chance she got.

"GRACE!" Claire's voice suddenly entered into the screaming match.

Quil was debating about making a quick exit when the swinging door between the kitchen and the living room flew open and a teenage boy that Quil had never seen before hustled through it, clothes disheveled, face beet red.

He was so busy beating his retreat that he nearly ran into Quil who hadn't moved from his position in front of the back door. The boy stopped short and Quil watched as the boy's gaze traveled up from his feet to his torso to finally Quil's face which was looking back down at him, one eyebrow cocked, an amused expression on his face.

"Jesus," the boy whispered.

"Actually I'm going by Quil now, but thanks."

The boy backed up several steps and stared.

"Need to get out this door, huh?" Quil gestured to the door behind him.

The boy nodded.

"Sharon threw you out, huh?"

The boy swallowed and nodded again.

Quil chuckled and stepped aside, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture towards the door.

"She's all yours."

The boy slowly moved forward, turning his body to the side and pressing himself against the kitchen counter to be as far from Quil as possible. Suddenly he dashed to the back door, threw it open and raced out of the house.

Quil snickered. He loved it when people were afraid of him.

Suddenly the kitchen door swung open again and Sharon walked in, her face looking haggard.

She noticed Quil and sighed. "Hi Quil."

Quil nodded. "Sharon. I see you scared the hell out of Grace's newest 'friend'."

"It's a gift." Sharon opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. "Do I even want to know what Grace was talking about with regards to you and Claire in her room?" She took a sip of water and gave Quil a narrow eyed glare.

Quil threw up his hands. "Nothing! You know Grace, she likes to you know….stir up the pot." Quil made a weak stirring gesture then dropped his hands to his sides.

Sharon rolled her eyes. "You're a lousy liar," she said.

"It's the eyes, isn't it? They don't hide anything."

"That and the very guilty look on your face."

"Oh…that."

"Yeah that. At least tell me it was from the neck up."

Quil shuffled his feet. "Okay."

Sharon glared. "The waist up?"

"No, I mean yes. Nothing below the waist."

Sharon glared even harder.

"My hands were never below her waist. I swear."

"Quil, am I going to have to kick your ass? I may be short, but I think my rage would give me a big edge."

"Sharon," Quil sighed. "I'm trying. It's a lot harder than I thought. And she's not making it any easier."

Sharon sighed, too. "All right, I'll talk to her." She took another sip of water and sighed again. "Well you might as well go on up, the fireworks are over. I know you like to avoid those."

Quil nodded and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Quil?"

"Yeah?"

"I was serious about kicking your ass. She may be pushing it, but you are the adult. Act like it."

Quil nodded again. "Yes ma'am."

Sharon smiled. "That's my boy."

Quil started to leave again.

"I'm right downstairs."

Quil's shoulder's slumped as he walked out of the kitchen.

Quil walked up the stairs leading to the girl's bedrooms. He could hear Grace sobbing behind her door and got a small amount of pleasure out of hearing her suffering. She deserved it for selling him out.

He stopped at Claire's door and knocked.

"GO AWAY GRACE!"

"It's me," Quil said.

The door flew open and Claire stood before him, her face bright red. "Get in here." She grabbed the front of Quil's shirt and dragged him into her room, slamming the door behind him.

When the door was shut, she began pacing, marching around piles of clothes and books, all the while muttering under breath.

"Total traitor….swore she wouldn't tell….I can't believe her. YOU ARE SUCH A TRAITOR GRACE!"

Quil smiled when he heard a muffled "SHUT UP CLAIRE!" from Grace's room.

"Can you believe her?" Claire's pacing picked up speed. "She told mom everything she saw!"

Quil managed to maneuver around the pacing Claire and sat on the edge of her bed. "Claire, she really didn't see that much."

"So? That's not the point. She told mom that we were fooling around in here. That's enough to make her a TRAITOR!"

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" Grace shouted.

"GOOD! I WANT YOU TO HEAR ME!"

"Claire, for God's sake will you calm down! You're making me dizzy. Just…." Quil snatched Claire's arm on one of her passes and pulled her down on the bed next to him. "Calm down, I talked to your mom, okay? Given the circumstances, she's being pretty cool."

Claire sighed. "I know. I just, I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Well if you don't want me to get in trouble, maybe you should stop jumping me every time we're alone together."

Claire's eyes widened. "I do NOT jump you every time we are alone."

Quil raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?"

"I'm not jumping you now am I?"

"Not yet."

"So what I'm some kind of slut?"

"What? Whoa where did that come from?"

"I'm just saying if you don't want me touching you, then maybe you shouldn't be here, that's all."

Quil frowned. "What the hell is going on here? What, you're pissed at me?"

Claire jumped off the bed. "No, I'm just saying that you know, if you're so sickened when I touch you then maybe you should go."

"Claire, come off it. I'm just trying to play by the rules, and you aren't helping."

"Well maybe that's because I don't want to play anymore."

Claire suddenly straddled Quil's lap and attached her lips to his neck.

"Claire, you're mom is right downstairs." Quil weakly tried to push Claire off of his lap.

"So?" Claire breathed into his ear.

"So, this is exactly what I'm talking about."

"What…this?" Claire ground herself against his arousal and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

Quil's eyes fluttered in the back of his head. With a growl he grabbed her hair with his hands and pulled her head back before crushing his lips against hers. His tongue traced her lips, then dipped into her mouth. His hands let go of her hair and grabbed her ass, his hands going underneath her skirt, pulling her closer against him.

"Claire?"

With a grunt Quil shoved Claire off his lap. With a surprised "OH" she landed on her butt on the floor.

The bedroom door opened and Sharon stepped into the room.

"Hey mom," Claire said weakly from the floor. "Have you seen my Anne Frank? I think it's on the floor here somewhere, but I just can't seem to find it." Claire made a lame attempt to look for her book under the bed.

"Quil?" Sharon did not look amused.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Go home."

Quil stood up, hands trying to subtly cover the front of his pants. "Yes ma'am."

He gave Sharon a lame smile that was not returned and quickly ran out of the room, bound down the flight of stairs in one jump and took off out of the house.