Huck waited until he was sure that Quinn was sure about their relationship.

He didn't want nasty rumors spread about him, he knew Quinn would never do such a thing but he was cautious.

He was sensitive when it came to her, sometimes too sensitive.

He hadn't expected her to find the room himself, he didn't think she was snooping but heard her even footfalls between the walls.

Huck rushed into the kitchen where the door to the second pantry was wide open. He stepped inside and walked through the not-so-hidden door and looked around.

He found her near the bed, she looked so beautiful from every angle. The walls of the room were covered by mirrors, from the baseboards to the ceilings there were mirrors. She fell backwards on the bed while turning in circles.

Her hair fanned out behind her as she crawled towards the middle of the bed and stood up on her knees.

She began to play with the buttons of her borrowed shirt, it was Huck's and he thought it looked better on her. The way it stopped just midthigh and the long sleeves she played with constantly whenever she would somehow wrestle it away from him. It was perfect on her.

"Do you like it?" Huck asked as he stepped fully into the room.

"It's amazing." She fell back onto her bottom.

"It's called the hall of mirrors." He explained as he moved closer to the bed.

"Do you sleep in here?" she asked.

"Normally I don't, before I met you I did but then I couldn't."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I started thinking about bringing you here," He pressed one knee down into the mattress before crawling over to her. "I wanted to touch you and I couldn't."

"Why not?" she asked again, he lay down beside her nervously, "You can tell me."

"Well...I wasn't supposed to... And I had to be sure you wanted me that way as well." Quinn sat up and straddled his waist, he began to gently undo each button. He could feel the small jerks and hear the tiny moans she emitted as his knuckles brushed against her soft, creamy skin.

"You want me on top?" she asked as he ran his hands along her shoulders and removed the shirt, he tossed it to the floor.

"No." Quinn was surprised at how quickly he moved, she shouldn't have been because he once was an agent. He had killed people in less time than it would take to tie her own shoes. She was on all fours and he was behind her. One of his hands were positioned on top of hers, he intertwined their fingers as he placed soft kisses along her neck, she felt him nibble on her ear and gasped. "Just like this.." she pushed her hips back brushing against him. The hand that had been stroking her shoulder cupped her face and forced her to look up at the mirrored wall.

Quinn arched her back and enjoyed the way he looked as he bit back the moan. He moved his hand away from her face, trailing it up her neck and gently across her collar bone. Quinn felt his hand ghost down her back and felt the familiar tug of fabric being pulled down her legs.

She could see the her favorite pair of pink panties down around her knees.

She was glad he didn't rip them, the employees at Victoria Secret were starting to know her by name now.

Huck used his fingers carefully, he hadn't clipped his nails and didn't want to risk hurting her. He spread her open and watched as her eyes closed and her back arched as he rubbed against her gently at first. His fingertips ghosted over her clit, she cried out each time he purposely teased her. He wondered if she was aware that she kept spreading her legs wider for him, he could smell the earthy scent, it was intoxicating.

The wetness forming on his fingers only caused his cock to grow harder. He wanted to just shove himself inside of her but he had wanted things to go nicely for both of them. Besides, if he did that right now it would be over in a matter of seconds.

He slid two fingers inside her slowly, she pushed her hips back against his hand

and called out his name.

His real name.

For a moment he had stopped moving, it had been too long since he heard his name called that way. He crooked his fingers inside of her moving his hand faster as rivulets of wetness began to coat his fingers and the palm of his hand. Huck felt his fingers brush against something that caused her body to jerk and nearly jump off the bed. Had it not been for their intertwined fingers he feared that she might have run away.

He brushed against that familiar spot again, and felt her body tighten as her moans turned into screams.

He had pressed his hard cock against her thigh to relieve some of the pressure. He pulled his fingers out of her and sucked on them, smacking noisily purposely in her ear.

"Huck...no...Baby...I need..." It filled him with a disturbing sense of pride to listen to her trip over her words, she was pushing back trying to find something to grind against.

He licked the palm of his hand before looking up in the mirror. He knew she wouldn't last much longer like this, her entire body shook with need.

She needed him and the way he was humping her leg had began to annoy him.

Quinn gasped as she felt him wind her long brown hair around his fist, he yanked her hair and she groaned.

It hadn't hurt.

The delicious way her body was humming had every nerve ending buzzing in place. Every place he stroked only seemed to push her towards the climax that was just out of reach. She just wanted to cum but knew that he wouldn't allow her to do that just yet.

He let her into his world a little more, he had a fantasy and wouldn't leave the Hall or Mirrors unsatisfied.

She was sweating and panting, all of this just from his hand.

He moved his hand away from hers and positioned himself behind her. Quinn felt him behind her, he was so close and she needed more. She wiggled her hips trying to bring him closer, he tugged on her hair again.

"Will just do it already?" She snapped angrily, he knew when she was too aroused she could become agitated. "Are you scared of me or something?" she said between pants.

"No, not at all." He slid inside of her slowly, it was torture for both of them. The way he stretched and filled her caused her to dig her nails deep into the soft sheets, it would have been perfect if he hadn't been moving so slowly. He leaned over her body as he moved inside her.

Quinn could feel him moving against her, his chest pressed against her back as he moved faster. Huck had enjoyed watching them, it had been just as he thought, only it was better because it was real.

He could feel her pushing back against him as he straightened his position and placed his hand on her hip.

"Quinn, look" he said while pulling back on her hair, she tilted her head up staring at them. It was...different. She was used to looking up or down during sex and seeing him. Seeing them together was...different.

They looked good.

The way he looked while he gripped her hair and continued to roll his hips into her was beautiful, damn near orgasmic.

She had seen him raise his hand but hadn't expected him to smack her ass.

It should have hurt but it was an odd pleasurable feeling. It was even odder to watch them.

Huck saw her look away and he coildn tell if she was blushing or not, he saw how enthralled she was by watching them. He released her hair and placed his free hand on her upper back. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back, she was smirking at him.

It shouldn't have been so sexy, and he should have seen it as a maneuver to distract him but he didn't.

He felt her contract in a way that set his entire body on fire. Her pussy had clamped down and he was scared to move. One more stroke inside of her would be his undoing, he would cum.

He didn't want it to be over. He dug his fingernails into her shoulder and she moaned.

"Quinn...stop...I...I'm going to..." He stammered, he was barely able to string together a coherent sentence. She relented finally but as soon as he began to thrust he felt her own orgasm start. She was clenching around him and the way she moved her hips forced his own orgasm.

He filled her, grunting and moaning the entire way as the sounds of their love filled the hall or mirrors. She collapsed first with him on top of her.

She didn't seem to mind his weight and after pulling out of her roughly, she had complained when he tried to move away from her.

"Not yet, please..." She said, he stared at her and lowered himself back on top of her. "That was...different."

"Bad different?" he asked, he hoped she had enjoyed herself and hadn't faked it merely for his sake.

"A very good type of different. Why did you wait so long to show me this room?" she asked, Huck sighed as he felt the familiar fatigue set in.

"I didn't want you to reject me and tell people I was running some kind of sex palace between the walls." He nipped at her neck and looked up into the mirror at the same time she did.

"Palace? There's more?" she asked, she sounded intrigued and he liked that.

"No...not outside of the bathroom."

"There's a bathroom in here?"

"Yes, but we can use that later." She nodded her head in agreement as her eyes drifted shut. He rolled off of her once he was sure she was asleep and laid next to her. He moved from the bed and picked her up carrying her out or the Hall of mirrors and back to his bedroom. He returned to his secret room to grab her favorite shirt of his.

She did look so nice in it, he folded it and placed it at the edge of the bed before lying next to her and falling asleep easily.

Author's Note: Hall of Mirrors was inspired by an ex-boyfriend I had who had a room like that which initially creeped me the hell out. I'd like to think Quinn would love it automatically. I just imagined Huck having something else in a much larger 'secret' room. Hopefully you enjoyed it.