The bass thumped through the room, setting the pulse for the celebration as Isaac's birthday party hit its peak. Colorful lights danced across the walls, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the guests. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and cologne, mingling with the heady aroma of drinks being birthday boy stood at the center of it all, a grin plastered on his face as he welcomed friends and accepted well-wishes. He raised his glass in toast multiple times, the clinking of glasses blending seamlessly with the beat of the music.
As the party reached its crescendo, three figures sauntered in, their presence commanding the room's focus. Among them, he recognized Brittany and Santana, but it was the girl with pink hair who stole his breath. As she turned, revealing her face, his heart skipped a beat.
Quinn.
Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met across the dancefloor, a silent challenge passing between them. Her lips curved into a seductive smirk, sending a thrill down his spine as he felt a surge of anticipation coursing through him. He couldn't help but return her smirk with one of his own, his eyes glinting with mischief and excitement behind the rim of his glass.
"You are in so much trouble, Hargrave," Jayden's voice rang out, teasingly, breaking through the music.
But he paid no mind to the teasing remark, his focus solely on Quinn as she sauntered into the room, her presence igniting a fire within him. With that, he downed the rest of his drink in one smooth motion, ready to embrace whatever the night had in store.
The room pulsed with the rhythmic beat of the music, colored lights flashing across the dimly lit dance floor. Quinn twirled and swayed, feeling the music course through her veins, a smile playing on her lips as she let herself go in the moment. But then, she felt a pair of hands slide around her waist, the touch firm yet gentle. A smirk tugged at her lips knowing exactly who it was without even turning around.
"Not even a simple 'happy birthday' for the birthday boy, Fabray?" The voice, husky and dripping with seduction, whispered into her ear, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. The familiar scent of his cologne washed over her senses, filling her with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.
"Bit rude, don't you think?"
She turned around slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. Isaac stood before her, his hazel eyes smoldering with a sly smirk playing on his lips, sending a rush of heat coursing through her veins.
"Well, you seemed really busy back there and I didn't want to interrupt."
"I think it's time you pay your respects to the birthday boy properly, don't you?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow, a challenge flickering in her eyes as she took a step closer to him. "Shouldn't you be off receiving presents or something?"
"Oh, I've already received the best present of all," he replied, his voice low as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "And it's standing right in front of me."
"Maybe I'll consider wishing you a happy birthday. If you play your cards right, that is."
"Oh, trust me, baby" he murmured, his lips tantalizingly close to her. "I always play my cards right."
Quinn stood on the sidelines of the pulsating dance floor, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her with suppressed jealousy. Her fingers tightened around the plastic cup in her hand, the anger simmering beneath the surface as she watched Isaac shamelessly dance with two girls who seemed intent on monopolizing his attention.
They giggled and touched him freely, and he made no move to push them away, a smirk playing on his lips as he met her eyes, almost daring her to react. She clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter.
"Quinnie," Santana's voice, slightly slurred from alcohol, reached her ears, drawing her attention away from Isaac momentarily. "Why aren't you already kissing the fucking daylights out of your man?"
"He's trying to provoke me, he's not going to succeed," she spat, her eye twitching as another girl whispered something in his ear, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. "Look at them, what the hell is he laughing so much at?"
"You're so jealous, Fabray. Just friends, huh?"
"Shut up, Santana."
"Quinn, Quinnifer, hard to believe that you used to be the president of the Celibacy Club," the dark haired mocked, a sly grin playing on her lips. "What was the phrase? 'The teasing always comes before the pleasing,' right?"
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Isaac's voice cut through the music, his lips curling into a smirk as her hips gyrated tantalizingly close to his face.
The stage pulsed with rhythmic beats as her body swayed and twisted to the hypnotic rhythm of the music. Quinn straddled him, his hands tied behind his back, his eyes alight with a potent blend of desire and amusement as he watched her.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear, she teased, "I don't know, is it working, birthday boy?"
"I wasn't jealous before we met. What have you done to me?"
"So you admit you're jealous?"
"Not jealous, baby.I just don't like sharing."
"So it doesn't make you jealous that all your friends are watching me while I give you a lap dance?"
"Of course not," he declared, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "You can dance all you want. This just shows them how sexy my girl is. They can look at you but not touch you."
"And who told you that you could touch?" she shot back, her voice laced with defiance. "Besides, I'm not your girl anymore. We're not together anymore, remember?"
His gaze softened ever so slightly, a flicker of something deeper shining in his eyes. "Oh, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with longing, "You and I never broke up. Or else why did you get jealous when you saw me dancing with Leah and Ava, if I'm a single man according to you ?"
Quinn felt a surge of jealousy coursing through her veins at the mention of other women vying for his attention. As the song reached its end, she closed the distance between them, her hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until their lips were mere inches apart. "I told you once, Isaac," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr as she asserted her claim on him, "You're mine."
Santana, perched on Brittany's lap, observed the scene with keen interest, her sharp eyes darting between the two friends with a mischievous glint.
"Do you think they're going to kiss at some point?" she asked as she sipped her drink.
"I mean...they've been making each other jealous all night. If it's not Isaac, it's Quinn," Gabrielle remarked with a laugh, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on her boyfriend's chest. "Speaking of which, she's rockin' that pink hair."
"Since when is he so bold?" Brittany wondered aloud, her eyes trained on the stage where Isaac had shed his shirt, "There's something about him..."
Jayden chuckled softly, her arms wrapped around Gabrielle as he leaned into her girlfriend's warmth. "He spent almost a month in Fairbrook. When we saw him, we were also surprised. He seemed more relaxed, more confident."
Suddenly, Quinn dropped down onto the couch beside her friends, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched Isaac with a mix of irritation and longing.
"Is Quinnie feeling a little left out because her boy isn't giving her the attention she craves?" The latina teased her best friend, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I thought you said you were just friends."
"'Just friends'?" Jayden echoed, a note of surprise in his voice as he exchanged a knowing glance with Gabrielle. "You two have been eyeing each other all night. We were half-tempted to lock you both in a room."
Quinn bristled at the suggestion, her frustration evident as she shot a glare in Isaac's direction, who was now winking at her from the stage. "We're just friends," she retorted defensively.
"Quinnie said they were just friends," Brittany giggled, her laughter slightly slurred from the effects of the alcohol, "But it looks like she's eating her words now."
"You guys are supposed to be my friends."
"You're supposed to be my friends," Quinn protested with a frown, her irritation giving way to a begrudging acceptance of her friends' teasing.
"And as your friends, we're telling you to go over there, grab my brother, and give him a kiss before some other girl thinks he's fair game," Gabrielle urged playfully as the others nodded in agreement. "Isaac's unlocked a whole new personality, like he's some kind of Pokémon; more self-confident, more attractive, and more irresistible to the ladies."
"You're right."
"Remember, wrap it before you tap it!"
Isaac's steps were light, fueled by the euphoria of his recent victory in beer pong. The rhythmic thud of music pounded in his ears as he navigated through the crowded room, a wide grin etched across his features. But just as he reached the bar, he felt a sudden force pushing him into a nearby room, catching him off guard.
"Whoa, whoever you are, I have a girlfriend," he blurted out half-drunk as he turned to leave, the words tumbling from his lips before he could fully process the situation.
"I thought we agreed that I wasn't your girlfriend," a familiar female voice teased from behind him, stopping him in his tracks.
"And I thought we agreed that you and I never broke up."
Quinn, standing before him, raised an eyebrow in amusement as she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing the distance between them. Isaac's smirk widened as he cocked his head, silently challenging her.
"So what is this?" he quipped, gesturing to the scant space that separated them. "Two friends hugging?"
"You're so funny,"
"I know."
"Wipe that smirk off your face."
"Make me." he uttered slowly, leaning in dangerously close, the heat of their proximity sending a thrill down his spine.
Unfazed by his bravado, she leaned in, her lips grazing his teasingly. "Oh, I could definitely make you," she murmured against his mouth, "but where's the fun in that?" With a playful push, she sent him stumbling backward.
Isaac feigned indifference, shrugging casually as he turned to make his way back towards the door. "Let me ask Leah and Ava, and I'll be right back," he quipped, his tone laden with malicious intent. But before he could take another step, he found himself suddenly tumbling onto the mattress with surprising force, Quinn looming over him, hands planted firmly on her hips. He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows to meet her gaze, a smirk dancing across his lips as she glared at him.
"Jealous, Fabray?" he said as he flashed her an innocent smile. "I thought you wanted your answer."
Her lips curved into a smirk as she climbed onto the bed, gracefully settling herself on his lap. "You know," she began, her voice smooth and sultry, "I used to be president of the Celibacy Club during my freshman year."
"Celibacy Club?"
"Yes," she continued, her hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt, eliciting a contented sigh from the boy beneath her. "And what happened in that club?" he inquired, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation of her touch tracing patterns across his skin. "Mostly we were the cheerleaders pretending to abstain from sex," she confessed, her words punctuated by a series of gentle kisses along his neck. "But the club had a motto."
Isaac hummed in response , his senses swimming with pleasure as her hands explored his body. "And what was that motto? " he prompted, his fingers trailing along her waist, lightly squeezing as he pulled her closer.
"The teasing always comes before the pleasing," Quinn whispered seductively, as she nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.
"Whose wonderful idea was it?"
She pulled away slightly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she met his gaze with an offended expression. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Of course not, baby," Isaac assured her, his arm wrapping possessively around her waist as he pressed a trail of soft kisses down her neck, stopping just inches from her lips. "It just made me laugh to think about you girls waving your skirts and saying the motto."
Quinn looked sheepishly, her lips forming a slight pout. "You did?" When her blush deepened his laughter bubbled up once more, "Oh god, you did," he confirmed, his expression filled with fondness as he gazed at her.
"You're making fun of me," she mumbled shyly but her attention was quickly diverted as something caught her eye—a small design peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
"You got a tattoo?"
"They're not real tattoos, they're henna,"
"'They're?' As in more than one?" Quinn's surprise was evident in her tone as she raised an eyebrow. He nodded in affirmation before lifting his arms, deftly removing his shirt to reveal the intricate designs adorning his skin.
"I was in Fairbrook this summer," he began, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns of the henna tattoos, "and they opened a new tattoo shop. I've always liked tattoos, but I wasn't too sure, so the tattoo artist suggested I try henna. They last a couple of months and then they're gone, so I thought, 'Why not?'"
She had never been particularly fond of tattooed boys, finding them vulgar, but now, as she gazed at hir adorned skin, she found herself rethinking her stance. Her gaze lingered until it landed on a name dangerously close to the elastic of his boxer shorts. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she read the name - L. Quinn Fabray.
"You didn't," she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of desire and fascination as she met his gaze.
Isaac's smirk deepened into a lazy grin as he leaned closer, his arms wrapping possessively around her waist. "Had to let others know I already had an owner," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Knew you'd like it."
She cursed under her breath, feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins. "Fuck this, I can't take it anymore," she muttered, leaning in to kiss him fiercely, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him. As their lips met, his hands began to roam, slipping beneath the fabric of her top as they explored the curves of her body. Between kisses, he couldn't help but compliment her, his words laced with admiration and desire.
"Looking hot with that hair, baby," he murmured against her lips sending shivers down her spine. "I take it you read my birthday interview?"
"Shut up and kiss me," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body pressing eagerly against his.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over her disheveled appearance with appreciation. She looked breathtakingly beautiful with her messy hair, dilated pupils, and swollen lips, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that he was the one who had caused her to look this way.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life, Quinn," he whispered as he drank in her beauty.
Her eyes softened at his words, a tender smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I love hearing your voice. I've missed you."
Isaac's laughter rang out as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her pouty lips. "Me too. From today on, I'm all yours.
"You've grown your hair long."
"I can always cut it again. I'm just trying out different styles."
"Santana told me I had more hair to tug now," she remarked with a smirk, her hands demonstrating by pulling gently on his locks. "And you know how much I hate agreeing with Santana."
A low groan escaped his lips as he adjusted her on his lap, his hands roaming over her body. "No need to hold back on my account. You can tug it all you want," he encouraged, his voice husky with desire.
"Is that a microphone or are you just happy to see me?" she teased, rolling her hips against him, eliciting a moan from his lips as he trailed kisses along her collarbone.
"A microphone. You never know when you're going to break into a song and you have to be prepared," he chuckled, feeling her give him a playful slap on his chest.
"Why don't you quit the comedy, yeah? You're ruining the mood," Quinn countered, silencing him with a searing kiss. "You're prettier when you're quiet," she murmured against his lips, her fingers deftly undoing the zipper of his pants.
"I thought you liked my voice," he breathed out as he watched hungrily as she removed her top, revealing her smooth skin beneath.
"I liked it better when you just said my name," she confessed, her voice husky with desire as she grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulling him closer. "Need you."
"First... first let me take you on a date," he whimpered, feeling her hand slip into his boxers, sending shivers down his spine.
"You have all of August to take me on all the dates you want, but right now, I need you inside me, making me scream your name," Quinn whispered seductively, her nails grazing his abs as she leaned in to capture his lips in another heated kiss. "Think you can do that, big boy?"
"Quinn," he protested weakly, his resolve faltering as she trailed kisses along his torso, leaving behind a scattering of hickeys.
"That's it, Sunshine. Say my name."
"Quinn, I...I'm trying to be a gentleman here," he cursed, his eyes closing briefly as he struggled to maintain his composure, his jaw clenched with restraint.
"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman," she provoked him, her voice dripping with sultry defiance as she leaned in to capture his lips in a fiery kiss, her teeth grazing his lower lip as she rolled her hips against his.
"You're acting like a spoiled brat, you know?" Isaac growled, his gaze intense as he locked eyes with her, desire smoldering in his darkened hazel orbs. "Dancing with all those boys just to get my attention."
"And what are you going to do about it?" Quinn's lips curled into a smug smile as she felt his grip on her waist tighten, a sign that her teasing was working its magic. She knew him like the back of her hand, knew the way to push his buttons just right.
"Daddy," she taunted leaning in to kiss him once more, knowing the effect it would have on him.
Isaac let out a low groan, his head falling against her neck "You're doing it on purpose. I hate you," he muttered, though his words were belied by the desire burning in his eyes.
"You love me," she giggled softly, running her fingers through his hair, knowing she had him right where she wanted him
"That I do," he admitted, his voice thick with adoration as he looked at her, adoration and desire mingling in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her breath catch, her heart fluttering in her chest. "Are you sure about this, Quinn? We don't have to do anything." He paused for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
"I'm sure." Quinn reassured him, her touch gentle as she cupped his face in her hands. "I want this. With you."
Suddenly, she let out a squeal of surprise as Isaac flipped them over on the bed, his body now hovering over hers. "Last chance to back out," he warned, giving her a cheeky smile.
Rolling her eyes, she reached up and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him down into another kiss. "There's your answer," she whispered against his lips, her heart racing with anticipation.
He grinned cockily, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then, baby, you better hold on to the railing because you are in for a wild ride."