Note: This was going to be two separate chapters, a thing where you choose which one you want to go into the story line but I said, "screw it" and put them both together. I'm pretty sure I missed a lot of typos... Anyway, I threw all of my hormones into this... I kinda had to sit here and debate on if I should post it or not. Good Lord, I gotta go hide now.
Please, be gentle if you review! -pouty face- I love you...
"I'm just sayin' that we need to wait and get more people for when we go out during the day."
Winter pouted in the passenger seat of the vehicle, clutching her shirt together, or at least what was left of it.
"Q is not going to be happy about the German wax man feelin' you up."
"I took care of him."
Gus looked over at her, noting the blood around her neck. The chain had cut through the skin.
"Please, let me take you to a hospital or something."
"NO! I hate hospitals."
"Why?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"That freak had a chain around your neck, strangling you with it! For, lets see, how long was I not able to get to you? It cut into your neck, it might have done some kind of damage!"
"Gus!" She screamed a little louder than she should have, pulling at the long black scarf she was wearing as a belt, "I heal fast, I'll be okay. I can breathe and I'm not in much pain."
"And your shirt? I thought he was going to try and... I don't know... He doesn't have a dick so he can't rape you..."
"He ripped it to see my necklace. He knows that I am who he thought I was now." The wand on the chain around her neck was resting between her breast and had been under her shirt, out of sight.
Gus sped up, going back to the hideout Quinlan was located. It was only 10:00 A.M. and both of them had already gotten their asses kicked. Considering it was also Halloween, people were already dressed up and running up and down the street.
One child in a group was dressed like Dracula, making them both laugh to themselves at what they used to believe vampires were. They were so wrong.
"Please, tell me why you won't go to a hospital and I won't bug you anymore about actually going."
A sigh was given and a moment of silence passed by before she finally spoke, "The energy there, I can't take it. I can't go in a hospital without having a bad panic attack."
"What do you mean bad energy?"
"Scientists don't have a reliable way to detect this kind of thing yet and I'm not sure how to explain it." She thought for a moment, "Since I was little I have been able to sense spirits and energies around me. The energy at hospitals are so strong that it feels like... It almost feels like when you haven't eaten and you get very lightheaded and weak, I start sweating and I feel like I can't stand up. Then there is a prickly feeling, like when your arm or leg has fallen asleep only its all over. That turns into a panic attack which only makes everything worse."
Gus listened and knew the feeling she spoke of. He'd felt it once or twice in his life.
"Its so much energy trapped in hospitals, that's why it makes me freak out so bad."
He nodded at her with a quick glance before looking back at the road, "Okay, I can respect that. What about a doctor? Just going to the doctor?"
"Depends on where the doctor is located. Look, if it isn't better by this time tomorrow I will go to a doctor."
"Thank you."
Gus pulled up and ran around to help Winter out of the car. Inside they went straight to Quinlan. He watched Winter for a long time, studying her with worried eyes. With slow movements, he stood up and approached her. Slowly, he reached up and tilted her head back to examine her neck. Then he saw the shirt under her crossed arms.
"What happened?" His voice was furious yet quiet, something that made both of the humans step back.
Gus nodded to the woman next to him, "Crazy German guy snuck up on us, pushed me down onto the tracks and wrapped a chain around her neck, held her up by it."
"He caught a glimpse of my wand, ripped my shirt to see it clearly... Now he knows who I am."
Though Winter was in pain, she hid it from them both. Gus continued to obsess over her for a moment, begging for her to see a doctor then left after she became annoyed with him.
She walked over to the first aid kit in their room and cleaned the wounds on her neck before bandaging them up.
"You can't hide how much pain you are in, Winter." He said, taking the ripped shirt off of her and taking her into his arms as gently as he possibly could.
"It's not so bad now." She let him hold her, going almost limp in his arms, "Much better now that its cleaned with medicine and bandages on it."
"I should hunt him down now for trying to take you away from me."
"Not now, please." She nuzzled against his chest, "You're in control all the time, does it not get tiring?"
"Hm, I've been forced to take command and control situations for centuries."
"Then stop, just rest." Winter stripped off the long sleeved shirt he had been wearing and put her hands on his bare chest, "You're stuck in here for a while, anyway."
She led him to the bedding area where she forced him to sit. Winter just noticed how tired he looked and it made her worry.
The long black scarf around her waist was taken off and she gently pushed his arms behind his back.
Her movements were slow in case he didn't agree with what she was doing. He tensed up but seemed to relax when she gently kissed his lips. Once the scarf was tied around his wrist and hands, she leaned forward, him moving so he was leaning against the wall.
A quick wave of panic flowed through him and he was silently asking himself what the hell he was doing, letting this human do such a thing to him. But her hands on his chest again seemed to calm him down. She took off her clothing and straddled him, hugging his head against her breast, comfortingly.
It was odd, a weird feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt... Safe.
"Trust me, relax. I promise you'll feel better." She whispered with a smile that was full of nothing but love.
When he nodded, she kissed him again.
He hadn't felt this way since his wife, long ago.
Her lips on his, soon trailing down his neck, over his chest. She forced off his boots then his black pants, crawling back up to place her lips on his once more.
She reached down and took him in her hands, stroking him until she shifted. Taking him into her mouth his purrs became growls. So badly did he want to touch her but he controlled himself. He strained against the scarf that bound him. He was sure he could break free if he truly wanted too...
Winter pulled back and ran her tongue across the tip, looking up into his eyes. She felt a bit self conscious, considering she had never done this before but she had always believed that you could see how much one loved another by simply looking into their eyes. She wanted him to see how much she loved him.
She took him into her mouth again, working her hands over what she couldn't fit in. The hybrid wanted to run his fingers through her hair as she worked him.
His entire body went ridged with his climax, growls mixing with a sexy moan. His hips moved, rising out his orgasm in her mouth. When he stopped, she crawled back up and untied his wrists so he could shift and lay down next to her.
"Rest, now." She smiled.
He wanted to protest, worrying about taking care of her needs but she hushed him sternly and held him as close as possible before drifting off to sleep.
...
Waking up, his eyes saw her asleep, still against him. He took the bandages off from around her neck and saw they had healed a great deal. Her healing ability had to have something to do with her being a witch.
"Quintus?" He looked back up to her face and saw her eyes open, "Are you okay?"
"You're neck looks better. Does it still hurt?"
"Not bad, just a dull ache."
Quinlan stood up, not bothering to cover himself. His voice was low and wicked, full of hate for the one who had hurt her, "That German bastard, I should hunt him down now for trying to take you away from me."
"Not now, please." She followed him and nuzzled against his chest, "I'm okay, now. I got him in the eye with the wand. It didn't do much damage but it got him off of me and he ran. I mean, sure, I have a thing for chains but you're the only person I'd let use them on me in such ways."
Quinlan smirked, "What?"
"Y-You heard me." She laughed.
He gave her a warning gaze with a smirk plastered across his face and saw her pull nervously at her long black hair, cheeks bright pink.
"I really need to think before I speak."
Without a word, he approached her and forced his lips against hers, her arms wrapping around him only deepening the kiss.
When he pulled away, she pulled his face back down so their lips were touching again.
He only deepened it once again when they shifted, him pulling up her against him with her legs around his waist, her back against the wall. She felt him grabbing at the scarf from earlier.
He was all she could focus on, so she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until her hands were already tied in front of her. Yet, she didn't panic. She didn't feel the need to as she gazed into his intoxicating eyes. He moved towards her neck, growling, his fingers ghosting down her belly.
His teeth grazed over the tender flesh of her throat, and he purred deep ragged growl. She was pulled up against him and carried back to the bedding area where she was gently dropped to her knees. She felt her arms being lifted up to hang around his neck so her back was against his chest.
A whimper escaped her lips but it was not one of fear. His hands reached in front of her and pulled her legs apart. His fingers teased her inner thigh and slowly graced up. He was gentle when touching her, fingertips going straight for her clit.
A moan escaped her mouth and she pressed back against him. Suddenly she realized he was so much bigger than her, it was somewhat intimidating, yet sexy as hell.
But he was being careful with her, concentrating on her every reaction and her every move almost as if he were afraid he'd hurt her.
When his fingers entered her, she threw her head back against him with a pant. Moving in and out, almost elegantly, Winter thought she would go mad at one point when he would stop just before she would climax.
"Uh, Q-Quin..."
"Patience, beautiful." He chuckled gently, nipping her neck. He was determined to see her lose control.
Quinlan continued to do this several more times, stopping just before she was ready to come. It was torture.
"Quintus, please!" She cried.
"What is it you want?"
"I... I... Y-you..." Winter blushed even more.
"What is it you want from me, love?"
His fingers were teasing her inner thighs again, avoiding the one area she wanted him to touch.
"I... Uhh..."
His fingers were teasing her breasts now, making it even harder to form words.
"Tell me what it is you need, beloved."
"I-I n-need you in-inside me!" She finally answered with a gasp.
With quick movements, he pulled her closer to him and let himself enter her. Her moans became louder and he was still once he was completely inside of her. His hands gripped her hips when she started to wiggle and move around in an attempt to satisfy herself.
Quinlan chuckled again, teasing her some more, "I'm inside of you, was there something else you wanted?"
"Q-Quin... Please! J-just fuck me..." Her words were surprising even to herself but Quinlan smirked and responded in kind, moving within her.
She wasn't far from her release, thanks to all of his teasing that made her overly sensitive and desperate. She came with a loud scream, arching her back. His lips nipped at her shoulder before he took her tied arms out from around his neck and let her gently fall to the blanket before him while he still moved, gentle and slow.
Her cheek against the bed and her hips up for him, her hair was plastered to her face from sweat, but managed to speak in a weak voice when she was able.
"Quintus... I want to see you, I want you t-to hold me..."
Gentle yet strong hands rolled her over so she could look into his red eyes. He brushed the hair out of her face before he pulled her tied hands up and around his neck so she was hugging him, like before only this time she was facing him.
She made sure her eyes looked into his, wanting him to see the love she had for him yet feeling a bit embarrassed because she was sure she looked ridiculous.
"You look beautiful, love."
Her response was a whimper and his lips devoured hers when he started moving faster. He felt his climax approaching as a second one began to rise in her.
"I love you..." She muttered, "So much..."
"I love you, too."
Then she found release, closing her eyes and letting her head drop back. He followed shortly after hers, growling loudly against her neck, stinger coming out just long enough to stroke over her skin. Laying her back on the pillows, she refused to let him move off of her, hugging him with her bound arms.
"Don't go." Her voice was weak.
Quinlan reached up and untied her hands where she could hug him freely. Her fingernails gently scratching his back relaxed him to the point of falling into a light sleep. They still had a few hours until the sun set, after all.