Knife to his throat.
Quinn wants him so bad she can almost taste him. She picks fights with him just to get his attention, and making sure that he know she's here for him if he needs anything, anything at all. Sometimes their arguments are playful and other times they escalate to a place that is much more dangeous. This time is one of those time where it's escalated. He's angry, upset at her words and she's nearly in tears, and she can feel the cold steel from the barrel of his gun pressed into her stomach. Somehow he's manage to work it up her shirt and she can feel it bruising her skin. Just as he's pulled out his weapon, she has her own, she pressed the knife to throat stroking the sensitive skin.
"You want to kill me? Do it." Quinn said, he drops the gun and she wraps her arms around his neck, dropping the knife and pulling him closer to kiss her. He bites down on her lip, and slams her back against the wall. She digs her finger nails into his neck but he pretends not to feel the pleasure and pain coursing through his veins, she does the same thing. "If you stop, I will kill you." she said while shoving him backwards away from her. She wiped her mouth, looking down at the red stain on her hands. He kicked the gun and knife out of the way and moved back towards her.
"This was supposed to be a stakeout."
"He's sleeping, he's not going to be up for at least an hour. That's more than enough time." He tackled her onto the floor and kissed her, they both tugged and pulled at each other's clothes until they were in a heap somewhere in the room. He pinned her wrists to the floor and looked down at her, "If you stop..." Huck released her wrist and moments later he felt the cold blade pressed into his throat.
"You're holding it wrong." He twisted her wrist and showed her.
"I don't care about the stupid knife, I care about us right now." He nodded his head, leaned down and kissed her. He could hear his phone ringing in the distance, but he was already inside of her. He knew if he pulled out or stopped before she was satisfied she might put that knife in his chest. He felt her dig his nails into her back as he moved inside of her slowly, she wrapped her legs around his hips.
They had time, that's what she said, why shouldn't he enjoy himself?
An hour later she was asleep on the bed and he was watching the man, he hadn't moved from his position.
"Huck... night... forgot ... the oven... to it..." He looked over at her and sighed. She had put a knife to his throat with no intention of using it and he had placed the gun to her stomach with no intention of pulling the trigger. Things were so different and difficult now, he pulled out his phone.
"Next time make sure to turn off your phone, Huck. I had to hear the beginning of what I hope wasn't you and Quinn. Call me in the morning with the new information." He sighed and deleted the message. Maybe this was a sign that he shouldn't do this again before picking up the gun and putting it away.