"The Hotel says they can't fix it until the morning." Huck slunk into the room, he could sleep on the floor but he preferred a bed. Yet, for some reason on their road trip to get rid of evidence that the Secret Service Agents visited brothels specializing in bondage the hotel decided to give them a room with one bed. Quinn demanded that they fix the problem but it was useless, they wouldn't do anything until the morning.

"Fine." She sighed, and he heard the bathroom door open and close. Huck shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head, he kicked off his shoes and noticed Quinn step out of the bathroom. She was wearing a shirt, a flannel shirt he gave her a long time ago that she never returned. It stopped just above the middle of her thigh and her sleeves were too long for her, did she do this on purpose or did she sleep in his normally? Quinn couldn't have known this was going to happen, she was more upset by the room situation than him. Quinn looked up at him from her phone, "The bed is big enough for both of us…"

"Quinn, I can sleep on the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous, Huck." Quinn looked at her screen, he knew there was nothing on the screen and that she wasn't talking to anyone. He could tell she was nervous or simply didn't want to look at him. She had invited him into the bed with her, but he could see she didn't have a motive for doing so.

Just as she had said there was more than enough room for both of them. Huck occupied one side of the bed while she took the other, she placed her phone down and turned over to look at him.

"Goodnight."

"...Night." Huck said and turned his back to her quickly, he had seen the way her eyes moved down his chest before returning back to him. He was starting to think this wasn't a good idea. Soon enough he was able to ignore the warmth coming from the other side of the bed and drifted off to sleep, as the night dragged on they met up in the middle of the bed. Huck woke up when he felt something warm pressing against him and a warm thigh pressing against him intimately. "Quinn…"

"...Five more minutes, please." She tightened her arms around him, he yanked his arm from under her and she jolted awake. "Huck… what are you doing?"

"You were … laying on me." Quinn looked back to the side of the bed she started on and nodded her head and rolled onto her back. Huck sat up in the bed and looked down at her, the flannel looked better on her than it ever had on him.

"See something you like?" Quinn said, his eyes wandered down her body and he thought back to their brief relationship. Who was he kidding? Whenever she was around he thought about their brief relationship, but seeing her like this made him think about the future. A future with Quinn Perkins, that was the only person who seemed to want him. "Huck…" Quinn grabbed his chin.

"What?"

"Go to sleep."

"I can't sleep now." Quinn released his chin and shrugged, she rolled over and pulled the blankets over her body. She felt a slight dip in the bed under his weight, just as her eyes drifted closed she heard the hotel door slam shut. "Great. He picks the middle of the night to do this…" Quinn looked at her phone and read the clock, she wondered if she should follow him. Would he just accuse her of being nosy and mothering him? Quinn dialed Huck's number and waited for him to pick up. "What?"

"Where did you go?"

"Out."

"That much is very obvious, Huck." Quinn sighed and sat up in the bed, "Where at?"

"Just walking."

"Shouldn't you be resting we'll be up for at least sixteen hours tomorrow, unless you're bothered about the bed situation."

"No, not the bed."

"Then what is it?"

"Why do you have my shirt?" Huck asked.

"You gave it to me."

"I mean… after all this time… why do you still have it?" Huck asked, Quinn looked down at the shirt and then back at the phone. Since he had given it to her she had kept it, she kept meaning to give it back to him but kept forgetting. Some nights the shirt would be sitting there folded nicely, after exiting the shower she would just throw it on. It was second nature to grab the shirt to sleep in, it had been his. It had been the only thing of his she had to hold onto. "It's fine.. I…"

"I can give it back if you want it." Quinn said, he hung up the phone and she cursed under her breath. Just as they were making progress they took ten steps back, he was blocking himself from her again. She hated it when he did that. It seemed that neither of them were going to get any sleep.

A full hour later Quinn saw the red light flash and turn green as Huck stepped into the room. The door was closed and followed by silent footsteps, she opened her eyes and saw him place the keycard down.

"You're awake."

"You're back." Quinn sat up in the bed and looked up at him.

"You were waiting on me?" He questioned, his eyes fell back down to the shirt and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was starting to get mad at him and this damn shirt.

"No… yes...no.. .yes…" Quinn scratched her head, she hadn't thought much past seeing him again. Anything could have happened to him, but she knew Huck was strong and he had probably taken down more agents than she could count. He had even started attacking agents just to get her attention.

"Is something funny?"

"No...yes...no."

"Can you make up your mind?" He asked, she watched as he began to strip out of his clothes.

"Only if you make up yours first." Quinn retorted quickly, their eyes met at the same time.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Do you want the stupid thing back or not, I can't believe you're going to act like this over a shirt…." Quinn hopped out of the bed and began to walk over to him while unbuttoning the shirt. Huck looked up and watched in awe as she began to reveal creamy skin to him, did she really believe it was all about the shirt? No, it was about the person in the shirt who was wreaking havoc with his head and heart. She took it off and threw it at him, he caught the shirt and looked at her body. All that she had on was a pair of pink panties held together by little bows.

"I don't care about the shirt." Huck said while holding the shirt against his chest, he looked down at her naked body, she hid her breast from him by folding her arms across her chest. He looked up and saw that she was furious, that familiar darkness in her eyes called out to him. "I care about why you kept it."

"I like to wear it to bed."

"Do you still think about me?" Quinn scoffed and turned away from him.

"I have to work with you. I have to look at you. I had to sit in that office everyday for two months straight and think about you, granted it was for 'Liv but you get it..." Huck watched as her shoulders drop, "You're all I think about, and it's really starting to piss me off." He placed the shirt over her shoulders and she slowly turned around looking at him. "What…"

"I had to watch you everyday at that job." Huck began to button the shirt paying attention to each button. "I had to watch other men flirt with you and I had to ignore you." Quinn stopped him but he didn't break eye contact, "You are annoying, but I… I… care for you a lot."

"I am not going to just sleep with you because you say nice things."

"That wasn't nice."

"It was weird and weird is good." She said and stepped backwards allowing him to advance on her, she felt her legs hit the back of the bed and fell backwards. "Right?"

"Right." He said, hazel eyes darkened as they drunk her in, , "This isn't just sex."

"Is it a little more than just sex?"

"A lot more."

"Like we can tell Olivia about it?" He leaned down and kissed her softly, this time there were no homicidal clients on the other side of the door that they were supposed to safeguard. They could do as they want and Quinn was grateful for whoever messed up their rooms. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him harder, she missed the way he kissed her like he owned her. He kissed down the side of her neck and murmured something against her skin, she couldn't make out the words he was saying.

"What?"

"Lift your hips." She did as he asked and allowed him to pull down her panties, "What's funny?"

"We're actually doing it in a bed."

"We're going to start on the bed…."

"You can keep the shirt." Huck said while looking up at Quinn, his hands were wrapped around her hips as she moved her hips up and down, he tried to match her thrust but gave up and allowed her to continue.

"No, I need a new one from you."

"Why?" he asked, she clenched down on his cock and leaned down to kiss him, his hand stayed firmly on her waist until she released him and as soon as she did he rolled them over. "We have places to be in a few hours…"

"I could think of better things to do besides sleep." Huck remained silent, he knew they should have waited but he was besides himself. If he was being honest he wanted her the moment she stepped out of the bathroom earlier that night. He felt her body tigthening, gripping him and her fingers clawing at his back pulling him closer. "... Huck…" She could feel him softening inside of her and stroked the back of his head gently.

"We can wait until we get back…" He used all his strength and rolled off of her, "to tell Olivia."