Author's Note: This is the last one, I started this story a long time ago and time got away from me. It's why it took so long, but I finally did it. Got it all done! This prompt consist of Huck and Quinn going online looking for casual sex but keep picking each other, even when lying about their identities. Thanks for reading guys, hope you enjoyed it and I didn't screw it up too much and that it isn't too OOC.

Search and Find

The irritability had finally taken it's toll, she just needed to find someone to do it with. It would relieve her stress and she wouldn't have to worry about all the other factors that came along with maintaining a relationship. Casual was easier than being in a committed relationship, relationships consisted of honesty and there weren't many parts of her life she could be honest about as of lately. It had taken hours of sifting of online applicants until she found the perfect advertisement. He gave off the perfect vibe of rough softness that she was craving as of lately. She emailed the man and scheduled a meeting at one of the nicer restaurants downtown. Quinn was surprised to find Huck walking up to her table with a white rose in his hand.

"Huck what are you doing here?" Quinn asked, she spotted the white rose and looked down at her red one. "No... you're not..."

"Oh." He said slowly, he dropped the rose on the table sat down slowly staring at her as the chilled bottle of wine lay between them unopened. Quinn was slightly embarrassed knowing that he knew all the things she asked of him but then again he had asked her of things too. As always he seemed unaffected by the situation and she was cursing him out in her mind for being so calm. "I need a drink." Quinn popped open the bottle and poured wine into both glasses,

"I can't believe I wasted my best dress on you." She murmured under her breath as he sipped his wine and looked away, Quinn noted that he was dressed nicely. She hadn't seen him dress this way... ever. He didn't appear to be nearly as nervous or withdrawn as usual, she was actually a tad bit jealous that he had gotten all dolled up to meet some other woman for sex. She wondered how long he had been doing this type of thing, and she was a tad bit offended didn't even appreciate how nice she looked.

"You look nice." He said before fishing money out of his pocket and placing it on the table, then he left as quickly as he came. Quinn finished her glass of wine before leaving as well.

For the next few weeks she had tried to find someone. Each time it ended up with them finding each other in some dark alley, some part of Quinn began to think that maybe this was a sign. A very dark and disturbing sign, was Huck the man she was supposed to end up with? Could he give her a happily ever after? She started to worry that she was looking into casual sex too much as she began to ponder these things. Quinn looked up from her spot at the bar and hadn't noticed him sliding into the seat beside her.

"We have to stop doing this."

"Why don't you stop first?" Quinn asked while turning around to face him, she looked down to see he was dressed as he always had. Long gone were the suits and ties, expensive Italian shoes and expensive cologne. "Or why don't we both admit that we keep choosing each other no matter how hard we try to pick a different person..." Quinn said, her eyes moved over him in an obscene way, he felt naked under her gaze.

Huck stood up and dragged her off the stool and out of the crowded bar, she allowed him to pull her and noticed he was taking her back to his car.

"What are you-" He pushed her back against the car and kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. That quiet nervousness that had asserted itself slowly into an infuriating itch that begged to be scratched was being silenced slowly as he moved his hands over her body and as his lips moved over her own. The low snarl in the back of his throat caused her nipples to harden as his hand moved under her dress. For the first time she was the one to pull back and she knew if she didn't, they would end up having sex right here for anyone to see. She moved her hands slowly over his shoulders and dragged her fingertips down his chest, stopping at his hips.

"Get in the car." He said and she flashed a wicked grin before turning around slowly, opening the door and climbing into the car. He rushed over and hopped into the drivers seat and turned the car on quickly. She wanted him to hurry up, that silent need was making itself known again, she didn't care where they were going but prayed that they get there soon. She leaned over and kissed the sensitive spot on his neck and was graced with a moan, she moved her hand down his chest slowly and stopped at his waist and began to tug on his belt. "Quinn... you're gonna make me... crash my..." The feeling of her warm tongue gliding along his neck coupled with the feeling of her hand stroking his cock was too much.

As soon as he arrived at the safe house he slammed the door shut behind them and pressed her back against the wall and began to kiss her. During the entire car ride he feared that he might end up crashing and killing them both. It had been frustrating enough that for the past few weeks he had been trying to find someone, anyone at all but each time all he received was Quinn. Quinn's biting words at the bar set into place the thoughts that had been planted long ago, he didn't want to choose her but it seemed that he always ended up with her. As he kicked off his shoes and jeans while she slipped out of the silk white dress, he knew that ending up with Quinn wasn't all that bad. If he was being truly with himself she was all he needed right now, that's what this was about, right? A common need, an itch to be scratched for the moment.

She tackled him onto the hardwood floor and he wrapped his arms around her while pinning her underneath him, she leaned up for another kiss while wrapping her legs around his waist. She was wet and he could feel it, would it be the same if another man was here? No. Those weren't the thoughts he needed to be having right now. He rubbed himself against her, listening to her moan and call out his name as her sharp nails dug into the back of his neck as he slid into her slowly, he slid one hand under her back lifting her up to meet his thrusts. Quinn was wet and warm, and as he tasted her lips and listened to her moans he allowed himself to relax in this moment and not think but enjoy it.

Quinn began to command him, telling him where to touch and lick and how fast and slow she needed him to go, and he listened and followed her directions before lying her back on the hardwood floor and placing her legs over his shoulders. The hardwood floor creaked under them, he notices the way she looks up at him with large glossy eyes as her thumb moves over his cheek in an almost loving way. He reminds himself that he isn't looking for anything permanent, but he can't help but notice that she keeps finding him. Their emotions and lives are so intertwined that he knows this won't be the last time, he doesn't seem to mind.

Suddenly as if a switch has been hit, her pupils dilated and she's grasped at him and calling out his name. Her body twisted and rolled under his own and he felt her body tighten and grip him as she calls out his names. His own orgasm was triggered by her wet heat, his strokes became jerky and he thrust inside filling her as he calls out her name. It sounded right. It felt right between them. He moved her legs from his shoulders, pulled out of her before rolling over onto his back beside her. The only sound between them is their heavy breathing in the air as they both stare at the ceiling above them.

"I like doing this... with you..." Quinn said while reaching out for his hand, he didn't pull away. At this point in time he didn't see the point in doing so. They were so tightly intertwined and it was much more than sex. This attraction and need for one another had been growing for years and he didn't feel nearly as trapped and helpless before.

"I like it too."