Pairing: Quil/Jess
Rating: M, to be safe
Genre: Humor/Adult
Word Count: 500
Prompts: "I like candle lit dinners, romantic walks on the beach, and porn." (And a picture of a guy holding a girl in bed.)
Good Morning, Stranger
Something silky and fine teased his nose and he just couldn't ignore it anymore. Dragging one gritty eye open, Quil took in his surroundings, including the soft little body curved generously into his chest, legs entwined with his.
Naked legs.
This day was already looking up.
Pulling a wispy honey blonde hair from his mouth, Quil noted it was not a color he was familiar with.
He cleared his throat and flexed his hand, squeezing a plump butt cheek, and the girl in his arms jumped.
"Oh!"
He cleared his throat, "So … this isn't awkward, right?"
She leaned back a bit, tipping her pretty face up to meet his eyes.
Her pretty, unknown face.
"Who are you?" they asked together.
Quil chuckled, "I'm Quil, Quil Ateara."
"Oh! You're Bella's cousin, right? Her hot jailbait boyfriend's goofy friend?"
"Goofy?" He flexed his pecs, one at a time, catching her attention.
She grinned appreciatively, pulling her hand (with which she'd been gently and politely cupping his dick upon waking up) from beneath the covers and offering it to him for a friendly handshake, "I'm Jess Stanley, Bella's friend from Forks."
A handshake.
She was adorable.
The next Mrs. Quidel Ateara, the Fifth.
He took the offered hand, touching his lips to her knuckles as he shifted his weight, tucking one muscular thigh between hers and pinning her to the mattress.
"Whoa, there, Skippy." Her eyes widened in surprise. "We don't even know each other!"
"Sure we do. You're Jess, Bella's friend with the bangin' ass from Forks and I'm Quil, her hot cousin from La Push and I like candlelit dinners, romantic walks on the beach, and porn. Your turn!"
Her mouth dropped open.
She was feelin' it. He could tell.
There was a love connection.
She tried to sit up, clearing her throat, "We met at the bonfire…?"
"Course we did," he chirped, pleased she was coming around. "I'm gonna guess you had the moonshine, too."
"Oh, god," she moaned. "The moonshine."
"Yeah, my granddad makes it," he said, sliding his hands underneath her again to cup her ass and lower his lips to kiss the space between her breasts.
He breath hitched, a hissing gasp pulled between parted lips begging to be kissed.
So he did, pulling her her bottom lip between his, he sucked it gently, then switched, flicking his hot tongue across the dip in her cupid's bow.
Touching her with just the tip of his nose, he ghosted down the line of her jaw, murmuring into her throat how fucking sexy she was, how amazing she smelled.
When those hot, eager lips closed over the pink tip of a puckered nipple, she arched into his hold and the full length and breadth of his Ateara legacy thumped against her thigh.
"Oh, god! What's his name?" Jess begged, grabbing Quil's head, stuffing his mouth full of soft, perfumed flesh.
"Who?" Quil mumbled around her tit, bewildered.
"Your granddad, so I can send him a thank you card."