Author's Note: Thanks reading guys, I was surprised some of you stuck around for this but thanks anyway. This was supposed to start off as a drabble but snowballed out of control. It was a piece meant to go with my Huckleberry Quinn AU manip.

One last night together. The Grand District. Lets end this where it started.

Huck balled up the note and shoved it in his pocket. Dancing around Quinn Perkins had become frustrating. Before he could ignore her, blot her out of his mind slowly but working with her and solely her made it difficult. There were too many close calls, accidental hand touches, bodies brushing against each other. It makes his blood boil, and obviously she felt it too. Huck read the note again looking at the number scrawled on the bottom of the slip of paper and made a decision.

He needed to get Quinn Perkins out of his system, this would be the best course of action.

Huck arrived exactly at eight p.m. and walked to the front desk. There was a petite blonde woman that was briskly shoved out of the way by the Manager.

"Mr. Huck?" He said, he was balding slightly and spoke like he was out of breath.

"Yes."

"She's out back in the bar by the pool. I'm Bryan, I'll escort you." Huck nodded and followed him through the lobby towards two large doors, there were a few people near the pool and a few people sitting by the bar. The chatter was low and Bryan nodded towards Quinn, Huck walked over ignoring Bryan's outstretched hand.

"You came." She said as he approached her from behind.

"Yes."

"I half expected you to leave me here all night." Quinn snapped her fingers and the bartender brought him a drink. Huck sat next to her accepting the drink. "Whatever it is needs to stop. Olivia thinks we're still doing something."

"Then what is this?"

"A one night stand just to get… whatever… on the table." Quinn tossed the drink back and he did the same thing.

"How much did you spend on the room?"

"It was hardly a dent in my wallet." Quinn said and scoffed. Huck remained silent, he knew tonight was the night to get everything off his chest and do what he wanted and needed to do. He wasn't sure if he could handle being in a romantic relationship with Quinn, sure he could handle her but he felt broken. He could see that Quinn was broken too and none of their sharp and jagged pieces seemed to mesh, they only served to break themselves even more. "For the record…"

"Yeah."

"I still love you."

"I know." Huck looked up from his drink and saw her staring at him, those large piercing eyes looking innocent as ever. "For the record…."

"Yeah…"

"I don't want this to just be one night."

Quinn walked down the hallway with Huck, they stepped into the elevator and remained completely silent. A million thoughts buzzed around in her mind. Huck even coming was amazing, the note was straight forward and abrasive. She knew he didn't take kindly to being told do anything but he had came anyone. That meant that he felt the tension the past few weeks as well, she slipped her hand in his and he squeezed it.

It was soft.

It was gentle.

He stroked her palm, once, twice, three times before looking up at her as they stepped out of the elevator. She released his hand so she could open the door, he stepped inside noticing the food cart that was already inside the room. Huck noticed the bag on the floor by the bed but paid no attention to it, he saw her slip into the bathroom and decided to step out on the balcony. He looked down at the pool below and saw where they had shared their drink and their moment of vulnerability. He thought it was only fair that if Quinn admit something than he should have done the same thing.

Quinn stepped out of the bedroom and saw him standing out on the balcony, she walked out and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested against him. He didn't jump or attack her, that meant she hadn't been as silent as she thought.

"You heard me coming?"

"I heard the bathroom door open."

"Oh." She leaned forward brushedher lips against his neck, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes." He thought it was incredibly beautiful. The room overlooked the hotel and parts of the city usually hidden. He placed his hands over hers and moved them up his chest placing on of the hands directly over his heart while raising her other hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "How did you break this hand?"

"What? I didn't-"

"I could spot it easily, and your fingers are a little crooked." He kissed her knuckles again, "You punched with a fist instead of using your palm?"

"Yes…" She chuckled, he closed his eyes soaking up the moment. He couldn't deny that Quinn was his, she bore the marks of his tutelage and his pain. She had handled both with little tears and little fuss, that's why he knew she loved him. She would put his needs and comfortability first before her own, she put him first every time and he hated that he felt so broken. "What's wrong?" Quinn asked.

"It's nothing."

"It's something, you'll tell me when you're ready." He felt her warmth disappear and heard the chair slide across the floor and heard her begin to fidget with the food trays.

"You had braces?" Huck asked, he smiled as they sat across from each other. The plates that had food on it had been pushed to the side, Quinn was on her second glass of wine and had become a lot more vocal about herself and her past.

"Yes, god awful braces. The older girls would tease me, call me brace face and stupid things like that. Tell me something about you that no one else knows." Huck remained quiet for a moment mulling over the things that he could tell her without running into any legal problems. He knew after this night they would never pursue this relationship again, now was the time to tell the truth and be honest.

"I…" He drained the wine glass, "Love you." Huck stood up turned from the table and walked over towards the couch, when he looked up Quinn was standing in front of him. "You're fast…"

"You don't just get to say that and walk away."

"I just did." Quinn shoved him backwards onto the couch, he allowed himself to fall backwards and she straddled his hips.

"When?"

"When what?" She grabbed his chin and began to squeeze, he knew she couldn't do any damage to him but found it admirable that she would try to squeeze the answer out of him.

"When did you realize you loved me?"

"You… when you…" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his face, "After the waterboarding you forced me to listen, and a few days after that… I didn't want you to leave ever again."

"And you waited until now to tell me?" She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, he wrapped her hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She brushed her lips against his, that was all she needed.

Huck watched Quinn grab something out of her bag at the foot of the bed. To be honest he was more than glad he came to meet her at the hotel. The first few rounds of sex had been wild, crazy and passionate. He actually lost count on which round this would be and he didn't care either, she pulled out red silk scarves and crawled on top of him.

"Do you mind?" He lifted his hands and allowed her to tie his wrist together, his wrist were tied to the headboard and he looked up into her eyes. "You trust me?"

"Yes." She smiled and began to kiss down his chest, he had scratches and bruises all over his body. He hadn't expected things to become so violently passionate this quickly. She had her share of bruises and he knew tomorrow she might have trouble walking correctly, he hadn't held back and neither had she. She dragged her tongue down his torso and stopped just before reaching his groin and kissed him softly. "Be gentle…"

"Why start now?" Quinn questioned with a deadly smile, Huck felt himself grow harder as soon as he touched him. "Don't move…"

"I can't…" He looked down watching as her lips wrapped around him. She moved with skill and precision, never once nipping him accidentally. He wanted to touch her, to grab her head and move her how he wanted. She pulled him out of her mouth and looked up at him.

"You need to relax, you're going to tear my pretty scarves if you don't."

"I am relaxed."

"Every muscle in your body is tense, starting with this one." Her tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked the tip that was already leaking precum. "See…"

"You're trying to drive me crazy…" He flexed his hips a few times before Quinn took pity on him and placed him back in her mouth. While she was busy sucking his cock, he began to undo the scarves, when they were crumpled in his hand he looked down at her running his fingers through her hair. Quinn pulled him out of her mouth and looked up at him.

"You got the scarves."

"I've been in worse situations." He held out the scarves, "It's my turn now." Quinn sat up in the bed on her knees and held out her wrists but he bypassed them completely and wrapped one of the scarves over her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, He wound the other scarf around her wrists tying it in a bow.

"Do you trust me?"

"...Yes… I think…" Huck helped position her on the bed the way he wanted, she laid on her stomach with her hips tilted upward. "Huck…"

"Yeah…" He said, he leaned over her body, she could feel the heat from his body. She wiggled her fingers and hadn't expected him to kiss her lips before pulling away from her. She gasped when he positioned himself against her and pushed in slowly inside of her slowly. He held onto her hips listening to the way she called out for him and seeing the sheets under her body shift.

"Untie me."

"No." He closed his eyes as he rolled his hips slamming into her body, when he opened his eyes a scrap of silk scarf just at the top of the bed. Quinn pushed up on her hands and he yanked her head back, slipping hand under her body he pulled her back against his chest. "You don't listen…"

"Neither do you…" she said and moaned, he didn't stop once and she hadn't been able to take the blindfold off. He released her hair her she tried to hold back but couldn't keep in the moans, one hand held her to his chest while the other hand toyed with nipples. "Huck…"

"No, my real name…" He said but she refused, trying to fight against that familiar feeling building up in her body. She didn't want to say his real name, sure she knew who he was. The file that Charlie had given her had been extensive and she devoured every bit of information. That's what landed her in this awful situation. "Please…"

"Javier…" She said softly, he begged again and she said his name again until it only felt normal. As they both reached their separate climaxes things began to become normal again. He was Huck. She was Quinn. After tonight there would be no more of this, no more accidental touches or bodies brushing against each other, and definitely no more heated glances. He laid down beside her looking at her, she had noticed he had long pretty eyelashes. She never told him but she figured she better tell him now before their truce was over.

"What?" he asked.

"You have pretty eyelashes…" She reached up and stroked the side of his face.

"You think I'm pretty?"

"No… yes… no… I think you're handsome."

"And after tonight?" He asked, his eyes would close and open again. She knew he was exhausted and so was she.

"After tonight I will keep my words, hands and feelings to myself." She said but he was already asleep and moments later so was she.

"Abby's back?" Quinn questioned, she saw Abby moving back and forth in her old office tearing off the old tarps.

"For the moment, just for Catherine." Olivia said and waved Abby over towards them.

"There goes the honey moon." Quinn said while sipping her coffee.

"Honeymoon? You finally made Huck put a ring on your finger instead of giving it up easily?"

"Red, can't say I miss the sarcasm? That was a one time thing, besides lets not bring up your own Scandal." Quinn placed her coffee cup down on the table.

"What Scandal?" Abby asked.

"Your sextapes with David." Quinn said and Olivia picked up her phone pretending to get a call and walked away.

"You said those were destroyed!" Abby exclaimed.

"Bring up Huck and I'll keep bringing those up, Red." Quinn said, Abby narrowed her eyes and pulled out a paper.

"He's married." Abby pointed to the paper where Huck's name was outlined next to Kim's.

"I know."

"You're the worst, superfreak."