Author's Note: This story would take place during Season 2.

First time.

She's not Becky.

She's not Kim.

She's Quinn, a mix of fire and ice. He had been trying to shield himself and hide from this moment. The youngest member at OPA had formed an unnatural attachment when it came to him.

Well, it was unnatural to him.

He would brush against her accidentally and see her blush. He noticed she would find reasons to spend time with him. Pretty girls like Quinn didn't like men like him without a motive. Yet, he knew her so well and realized her passion was genuine.

He didn't want to like how she made him feel. He also didn't want to admit that he began to form some type of unnatural attachment when it came to her too. She was still so innocent and sweet, and he sighed knowing Olivia would be disappointed. She knocked on the door and he stood up to answer it.

"Another stakeout?" She asked while handing him a black coffee. Quinn didn't see any equipment set up just his black duffle bag on the floor by the foot of the bed.

"No, we need to talk." Quinn nodded her head slowly, she was confused why he would invite her to a hotel room to talk but sat down across from him on the couch. He looked nervous but that wasn't new, he always seemed a bit on edge and paranoid. "You need to stop."

"Excuse me..." She was taken back. What had she done this time?

"Please stop, whatever idea you have about me ...just stop." Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat, those haunting hazel eyes were now harsh. Yes, she knew exactly what he wanted her to stop doing.

"Huck, whatever you think I'm not trying to-"

"I'm not stupid, Quinn. You like me-"

"Well I can't help it. It's not like I can flip a switch and I can go back to not liking you!" Huck could see she was defensive and appeared a bit flustered. He didn't want to ruin what was left of their working relationship. Huck knew yelling at her would only cause her to cry or run from him, and in each case by the end of the week Olivia would know what was going on between them.

"Try."

"No." Quinn said defiantly as she stood up and reached for her coffee off the table between them. He hadn't expected her to react this way at all, her eyes were hard and her mouth set in a permanent frown.

"Excuse you?" Huck stood up and he saw something in her he hadn't saw in a long time. Fear. She knew he was what went bump in the night and that he was dangerous and alone with her, and no one else probably knew she was here.

"I'm not going to hide my feelings just because you're...you're... scared of how you feel." Quinn wanted to cover her mouth, he stood in the same place and blinked a few times. She was filled with relief and dread, the next few words would change things more than they already were, "I see the way you look at me, this isn't one sided and you know it-" Before she could draw her next breath he jumped over the table separating them and invaded her space.

She knew Huck was dangerous. He probably killed groves of people and she wondered if she angered him enough for her to be added to the list.

He took one menacing step forward and she took a step backwards feeling the chair push against the back of her legs. He pushed her, not hard enough to cause harm but enough for her to fall backwards in the chair. Huck placed his hand on both arms of the chair and leaned down getting close to her, they were eye to eye.

He could smell spearmint, her citrus shampoo and expensive perfume.

"I want to be clear Quinn, look at me." She stared into his eyes, there was nowhere else for her to look or run, unless she pushed him away or kicked him. She didn't imagine that he would let her get away with doing either. "We have to work together, so whatever this is..." She sunk down into her chair, her eyes wide and frightened. "It needs to stop."

"I can't just turn it off like you, Huck." Huck's grip tightened on the chair, is that what she thought? No, he couldn't turn it off either but at least he didn't make it obvious. "I like you, alot." His heart hammered in her chest as she spoke, "I'm not used to a guy like you," Bravely, she placed her hands on his forearms, he could feel the heat of her hand pressed against him. She attempted to sit up straight in the chair, she wasn't immediately comfortable with the way her body was curled under his.

Quinn expected him to move back, she hadn't expected him to hold his ground and now they were even closer. She could smell the earthy Cologne he used, and black coffee. She opened her mouth to speak and snapped it shut again, they were close enough to kiss and she dare not speak and be accused of attempting to molest him.

Huck made a sound, a low growl, she never heard before. It sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

"Quinn..." His lips were almost touching her own, she could feel his breath ghosting over her lips. "I'm not used to a woman who acts like you." She wasn't sure if she should be thankful or offended. "Why can't you just let me be alone?"

"Because-" She shifted in her seat and her lips brushed his own, it's soft and innocent.

An accident.

The feel of her warm lips against his own is heavenly. A dam of hidden emotions burst forward.

"Huck, I didn't mean to. I swear I wouldn't." His body is buzzing, oddly senitive and he stares down at her. Why is she so scared? "I mean unless you wanted me to, and obviously you don't or we wouldn't be here. And I'll stop talking now..." Huck pushes away from the chair and turns his back to her. He can hear her standing and expects to hear the sound of the door opening and closing but the sound never comes.

Huck feels her fingertips on his back. In this moment he wants more than declarations and petty words. He wants to feel her, he wants to hold her and the feeling of delicate fingertips against his back is his undoing.

"You like me?" He asks, he turns around missing the warmth of her hands on his body.

"Yes." She notices he doesn't look as tense, his hazel eyes have softened considerably.

"Do you...love me?" He says hesitantly, he almost sounds shy but she knows it takes a lot for him to utter those words and even think those thoughts.

"Yes..." She says and takes one step at a time to slowly make her way to him. He moves quickly pulling her closer, his arms wrap around her and she wraps her arms around him, he revels in her warmth.

She moves her hands up and down his back and heard that familiar growl. He looks down at her, his eyes holding a warmth she's never saw before and she knows he loves her too. He may never utter the words but the open look of devotion and adoration is more than enough. He dips his head and kisses her, gentle and soft, she taste sweet.

She taste clean.

He feels her mouth move over his and her tongue pushes against the seam of his lip. As sweet as she is, she's also feisty. The gentle patterns she drew on his back as they hugged transformed into nails pulling at his shirt.

Quinn can taste the black coffee as her tongue slides over his. She sucks on his tongue and is rewarded with a moan. He pulls away and looks at her oddly but smiles.

"You should go."

"What did I-" she begins, she's flustered and aroused and his hand has somehow undone the top three buttons of her blouse without her noticing.

"I don't want to force you to-"

"I want to, Huck." He looks even more surprised and gasps as she begins to lick and suck on his neck. "I want you."

The words stun him temporarily before he's filled with pride. She actually wants him and it's been so long since someone has wanted him this way. But it's more than sex and deeper than a crush, they already know each other well enough to cross this delicate line and shatter the facade that they are 'just friends'.

"I want you too." His hands fall to her waist and pushes her away before his hands fall to her blouse. "I want to undress you." He begins undoing the silver buttons one by one exposing more of her body with each clasp. She allows him to remove her clothes, he's delicate as he slides thw silk blouse down her shoulders before tossing it in the chair. He moves to undo the skirt, unzipping it and sliding it down her legs.

Quinn allows him to guide her towards the bed where he places her and kneels before her to remove one black pump at a time. He cradles her foot gently in his hand placing it on his shoulder, he moved his hand up her leg to her thigh and began to roll down the black pantie hose one leg at a time.

Huck looked up at her body clad in a white lacy bra and panties.

"Come here." She said, he stood in front of her as she stood up, her hands went to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. She leaned forward kissing his chest that held a few scars, some older and faded and some are newer. She kisses them as she kneels before him, her hands begin to undo the belt and she feels him thread his fingers through her hair and massage her scalp.

"You don't have to."

"I want to," She says as she unbuttons his pants pants and pulls down the zipper. Huck watches as she pulls down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. He's already hard and exposed to the chill of the room, she wraps her hand around his cock. Her hands feel different than his own and his grip on her hair tightens instinctively, she moves her hand back and forth before licking him.

The first lick causes his toes to curl, like everything she does, Quinn is talented. She wraps her lips around his cock moving forward experimentally, she applies pressure and he hisses. Quinn uses her other hand and plays with his balls and he groans louder. She releases him from her mouth with a loud pop as spittle drips down her chin.

She's thought about doing this with him more time than she cares to admit to. He taste clean and is a bit larger than she expected, his grip on her head is painful and yet oddly pleasurable. The sounds he makes astonishes her, is she making him feel that good. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him back into her mouth.

"Quinn..." He grabs her head and pulls away, he lifts her up from her position and moves his hand to the tiny clasp on the back of her bra. He yanked the bra away from her body and pushed her back onto the bed. "Raise your legs."

She does as he asks and he moves his hands to the lace panties and pulls them off. He kneels over her body and kisses her breast, licking and sucking, he enjoyed the sounds she made as she held his head closer. Huck moved his hand down her body, over her curves and te dip in her stomach. He could feel her wetness as she spread her legs eagerly for him.

Quinn felt his hands moving against her clit, she called out to him unsure if she wanted him to stop or to go faster. He moved his lips against her own sucking on her tongue and tasting her. His fingers moved away from her clit down to her entrance, he gasped feeling the heat as he slid his fingers inside her slowly.

"Huck..." She moaned.

"What?" He hissed against her mouth enjoying the way she bucked against his hand. Her leg continued to brush against his own hardness.

"Don't stop." She says breathlessly, he can see little beads of perspiration starting to form on her forehead. He moves his hand from between her legs and raises it to his lips tasting her as he lowers himself between her legs. "Are you ready..."

"Yes!" She calls out feeling his body flush against her own, he slides himself into her slowly, her body is warm, wet, and snug and grips him tightly, her nails dig into his back and her legs wrap around his waist trying to push him in deeper.

"Am I hurting you?" He asks, he stares dowwn into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated slightly and he breathing is labored.

"No..." He begins to move slowly until she demands he speeds up. Quinn felt him stretch her when he slid inside her body initially. Every thrust and stroke caused him to brush against something inside her body that set off stara behind her eyes. She hadn't felt the tears but did feel Huck stop suddenly and look down at her nervously.

"Did I tear your-"

"No," she swiveled her hips, "It feels too good."

"But you're crying." He said while slipping his arms under her back and lifted her up as he laid back down on the bed. He looked up at her as she began to grind against him, moving up then down again and again.

"I didn't notice," He stared at her in amazement as she rubbed her own breasts, pinching her nipples while meeting him thrust for thrust. "I'm going ...I'm..." Huck could feel her body clench down on his own, he grabbed her hips as she moved faster.

They cried out in unison as their orgasms came right after one another. Quinn collapsed against his chest, both of their breathing labored and after moments of silence Quinn spoke.

"Huck,"

"Yeah..." He stroked her hair.

"I love you."

"I know." Quinn knows it's as close as he can come to saying the words back to her. Becky's betrayal broke his trust and he wouldn't throw around the words carelessly. He slides out of her body limply, his cock covered in both their juices. Moments later Quinn is asleep and Huck places her under the lays next to her and wonders if he made a mistake by crossing this line.

Quinn is family.

She's young, too young to tie herself down to him.

He showers, dresses and folds her clothes neatly leaving them in the chair next to her purse.

Huck stood by the door frowning, why hadn't he thought clearly? He couldn't be happy, his past wouldn't allow it. She would hate him if he left her like this.

Alone.

In a hotel room.

Confused and scared.

The irony wasn't lost to him as he opened the door and stepped through without looking back.