On the couch
One.
Two.
Three.
This was the fourth time the floorboards creaked under her weight. He was tempted to open his eyes but chose to keep them closed. He felt her climb on top of him and rest her head against his chest. She stroked the side of his face gently and said, "I know you're awake."
"I wouldn't be if you weren't purposely walking that way."
"You wouldn't be sleep because you're upset." She said and he opened his eyes slowly. "It's going to be alright."
"I wasn't invited." He said, she could tell by the slight quiver in his voice that the lack of an invitation bothered him more than she thought initially. "I thought we were friends..."
"You know Olivia loves you." Quinn reassured him while straddling his hips and looking down at him. "It was a very private engagement."
"Cyrus Beene is there." Huck said, she looked down and could see him pouting. It was the stubborn look in his eyes and the way his fingers twitched slightly that gave him away. True, it had been unfair for Olivia to not invite him. "It's not fair."
"It's not fair that you're pouting when we could be playing our own game." Huck stared up at her as she grabbed his hands, kissed the fingertips one by one. "We could have our own party." She intertwined their fingers and leaned down slowly to kiss him, the peck was soft and innocent. "Just you and me..." His fingers slipped from between her own and moved towards her hips, he leaned forwards filling the tiny gap between them to kiss her again. He wrapped one arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back quickly, she was always impressed at how quickly he moved.
"Just you and me?" He said, while sliding between her legs with a mischievous lopsided grin on his face.
"We can have our own party. " She spoke softly while pulling the large t-shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor on the other side of the couch. She offered her body to him and he leaned down to lick, suck and bite at her neck and traveled down slowly peppering kisses along her collarbone. "But there are rules."
"Like what?" He asked, she hooked her leg behind his thigh and grabbed his shoulders before rolling them both off the couch and onto the floor.
"I'm on top and there's a definite dress code." She stared down at him and began to pull on his shirt until he allowed her to tug it off of him.
"I thought this party was for me?" He asked while craning his head forward and kissing her, she grabbed his wrist and forced them down onto the carpeted floor.
"But I'm hosting." She said and couldn't help but laugh, he took advantage of the moment and rolled her onto her back and pinned her wrist to the floor with one hand while he used the other hand to snatch off her panties. "I'm sorry she didn't invite you."
"Me too."
"I don't think any old B613 agents are allowed to go to her father's birthday parties." Quinn said as he nodded his head before wrapping her thighs around his hips and rubbing himself against her.
"Can we not talk about Olivia while we do this?" He asked and she nodded her head and smiled before he pushed inside of her slowly. As seconds turned into minutes and time wore on he forgot about Olivia and became immersed in Quinn Perkins. As their party came to an end she moved from on top of him and laid beside him on the floor.
"Maybe now you can sleep." She said while catching her breath.
"Not until we do that one more time."
Author's Note: Sorry about the length and lack of smut, but ... I gotta get back into the swing of writing. Hopefully you've derived some sense of pleasure from this abysmal attempt.