Quinn needed to clear her head.

She wasn't sure what they were or weren't but she couldn't help but tell him yes.

Every time he came to her with that adorable shy and nervous demeanor before breaking her open. She enjoyed telling him everything he needed to hear, he was so sure every word was a lie but she smiled in the darkness knowing it wasn't.

She cared.

She might even love him, but that was too much for now.

Last night he stayed the night which was rare.

No that was a lie, he never stayed the night. It wasn't rare, it was weird. Quinn would remember if he had stayed the night, she would lock it away in her mental vault and replay the images of him sleeping and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as the sun rose and slipped into her bedroom. But there wasn't anything like that, she brushed her teeth roughly, too rough causing blood, before stepping into the shower. The warm spray soothed her inside and out, he had left more than enough bruises and teeth marks on her skin claiming her last night.

Visions of the previous night played in her mind.

He had hurt someone and came to her for absolution for his sins.

It was something odd he had started to do and in his own words, "You're good, and good can balance out the bad. I need to get rid of what's bad."

Quinn wasn't good. If he knew the thoughts forming in her mind. If he knew the things she wanted to do.

She hadn't heard him come in the bathroom but that wasn't new, he was a spy and still held onto those traits of slipping in and out of entire buildings silently and blending in. He stepped inside with her, he was worried as he watched her mouth move but no words came out.

"Good Morning…" He said while placing his hands on her waist. Quinn turned her head slowly and smiled, it was fake and that worried him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"That's a lie."

"No it's-"

"Tell me the truth…" He said, he watched as she turned and faced him. He stared at the bruises he left along her body. It told a story of horror and passion, why hadn't she stopped him? Why wouldn't she just tell him to go? He expected her to wake him up after falling asleep in her bed, but no it was him to wake up to find her curled against him humming happily in her sleep.

Last night he had killed an agent.

A young agent.

He hadn't been kind and he hadn't made it quick, no he reveled in it and it was for selfish reasons. If he killed then he could come to her, she wouldn't shower him with pitying looks and she would allow him to indulge in her love.

"What are we doing?" she asked.

"Showering."

"No, I mean this. What is this? You're not getting better, you're getting worse. You've killed three agents this week." Quinn folded her arms across her naked chest as the warm water sprayed against her back.

"I'm trying but it's hard…" He stepped closer to her and watched as she dropped her arm, he backed her up against the far wall of the shower. "The badder I am, the more I can come see you."

"You don't have to be bad to come see me." She touched the side of his face as he looked away, he looked ashamed and she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. "I…. care about you. You don't have to kill people to come see me."

"What if I want more than to just see you?" He asked boldly and grabbed her arms, he was stronger than her and pinned them against the wall while leaning forward.

"Just call…" She said but barely got the two words out of her mouth before he covered her mouth with his own. He pressed his body against her own and released her arms as she leaned forward into the kiss. She threw her arms around his shoulders pulling him closer, he lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist before helping her balance between the wall with both legs around his waist. "I'm serious."

"I know." As he slid inside of her body he felt that familiar otherwordly pull. He had sex many times with many different women, and he found absolution inside of Quinn Perkins. Shame. Guilt. Fear. It all was washed away when he was inside of her and they both were trapped in their world of passion. He could slowly hear her calling out his name as he gripped her hips tighter and slammed into her willing body.

As they reached their climaxes he could hear her murmuring something in his ear before trailing the words along his neck and allowing him to taste them.

They tasted sweet.

"What did you say?" He said while holding her body against the wall of the shower. Her legs remained intertwined around his waist as the water began to cool.

"I said…" She blushed and hid her face in his chest, he could barely make out the words she muffled against his chest. "I love you…"

"Oh." He stared down into her eyes, this moment hadn't felt as odd as he thought it would. His heartbeat hadn't sped up, his mouth wasn't dry but he did feel himself harden slightly inside of her. "I…"

"You don't have to say it back…"

"I know I don't," The hard hazel eyes said it all, "But I want to."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading and sticking with me through my crazy breaks.