Clothed Getting Off

Huck knocked on the door calmly before he began banging on it. Quinn rushed to the door and yanked it open. She was going to curse out whoever had the nerve to bang on her door at ten p.m. but stopped when she saw it was Huck.

His clothes were dirty and his breathing was ragged. She reached out and pulled him into her apartment. Huck lay on the couch while she was above him wiping away the dirt and dabbing the smaller cuts with alcohol.

"What happened?" She asked, he hissed and squirmed on the couch. "Sorry."

"It's not you." He sat up slowly and coughed, "I was cornered by five agents, I killed the first three, but the last two got away but not before they stuck me with something."

"They were trying to kidnap you?" She asked and tilted his chin up to wipe away the dirt.

"That's what I thought at first," he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his neck. Huck expected Quinn to be dressed for bed but not like this. He thought maybe she would have on a large t-shirt with some pajama bottoms and repulsive slippers in the shape of some barnyard animal. No, she was in a sheer robe that left little to the imagination, which did nothing for his situation.

"But?" She moved closer to him, he could smell her shampoo and perfume, it smelled sweet. He sunk down into the couch.

"They stuck me with something else."

"Do you know what it is?" She asked.

"They were trying to...make...me...uh" Quinn placed her hand on his head checking for a fever. "Don't touch me, Quinn."

"Why? Did I hurt you?" She asked, he grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap. "What are you-" She grabbed the pillow and toosed it to the floor. She looked down at the bulge in his pants before gasping, "They gave you a-"

"I didn't come here to ask you to do that-" He stood up to walk away but she grabbed him by his belt.

"I can help." Quinn's hand hovered over the bulge before grabbing it. Huck groaned as she grippes him tightly through his jeans. "What did they inject you with?"

"A...ah...aphrodisia mix...to breed the.." He sucked in air and thrust his hips against her hand, "Better soldiers."

"Breed?"

"Clone us...ah...They need good DNA samples." Quinn could him growong in her hand, Huck had cone here but obviously not for this. Whatever they gave him was workibg by the way he was responding easily, he hadn't once mentioned work or 'propiety'. "Then they can delete us..."

He looked down at her, his eyes alight with lust and something else she couldn't name.

She was just helping.

He didn't want anything other than help.

But the way he was looking at her said otherwise.

"Delete? They're going to kill you?" Quinn moved her hand away and jumped up. Huck felt himself falling and grabbed her. They toppled backwards onto the hardwood floor, Quinn lay against his chest with her perfectly on both sides of his hips.

Huck hadn't felt anything outside of the need to cum. Why did it have to be Quinn? Harrison was out of the question and he knew Abby would rather he perish than touch him. Olivia was definitely out of the question.

That left her, the pretty and newest member of OPA.

Quinn.

He could feel her pressed against him in worst way. She pushed against his chest and sat up straddling him perfectly, he was gracious enough that she was willing to do what she did.

"Get off of me, Quinn."

"No."

"I beg your pardon," He sat up slowly rubbing agAinst her intimately. Did she have to dress like this tonight of all nights? "Quinn this is wrong..."

"Well if you leave then they'll find you and..milk you dry ."

"So you want to do the honors." He resisted the urge to grind against her.

"What? If I was going to do...that...I wouldn't try to raise an army of little you's afterwards." Huck growled, he was going to shove when he felt her rub against him, his iron tight will snapped as he bucked against her. The sound she made was trapped between a moan and a cry.

It couldn't be.

Did Quinn actually like him?

He bucked his hips again eliciting the same sound from her mouth. Quinn covered her mouth as he looked to her.

"We'll discuss this later." She wrapped her arms around his neck as he rolled his hips against her. Quinn wanted more than grinding against one another fully clothed.

She could feel the outline of him but not nearly enough, and now that her secret was out it didn't matter that she wanted to enjoy herself. He stopped suddenly, his body jerking against her and she could feel the wet spot forming in his pants.

Huck was beyond mortified.

He had done that.

He used her.

He hoped Command was getting a good and long laugh at his expensowherever he was. Huck felt something stroked the back of his neck. It was Quinn.

Still in his lap wiggling her hips, she was saying something in his ear, it sounded far off in the distance.

"... It's not fair." She spoke directly into his ear.

"What isn't fair?" He asked.

"You got to and I didn't..."

"How long have you wanted..." He struggled to stand up on shaky legs dropping her on the couch. "...this"

"A while."

"I'm going to take a shower before this dries then we can...uh.. talk about this..." Quinn watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. They both were unaware of the agent snapping pictures in the building across from them.

"... She is a pretty little thing, Huck." Charlie sucked on the lollipop and smirked. Quinn turned off the lights and slipped out of her clothes and went into the bathroom. "Not a spinster for long."