Quigley Quagmire was nervous. Here he was, carefully lowering himself into a submarine, blindly trusting a mysterious voice, all to find his siblings. He lowered another foot. What if they were gone forever? He lowered his other foot. What if the submarine was piloted by villains? He stepped onto the final step and felt a chill go down his back. What if it was Count Olaf, the man Jacques Snicket had told him about? He turned around and felt all his worries vanish as he saw the owner of the voice.
"Welcome to the Queequeg, Quigley Quagmire." said a girl slightly taller than him, wearing triangle glasses and, Quigley quickly looked her up and down, very beautiful. He blushed before speaking,
"H-how do you know my name?" he asked, stumbling over his words as he began to imagine all kinds of scenarios that were probably best not to mention.
The girl smiled before replying, "We've been following you for a while now. After your run-in with Jacques Snicket, we assumed you would be able to help with our hunt for the Sugar Bowl."
At her words, Quigley blushed, remembering a certain book that Jacques may have needed. "Ummm, he didn't really tell me much," he said, "I just want to find my siblings."

Fiona Widdershins looked at the boy in front of her, clearly reminiscing about his siblings, and couldn't help but think how cute he looked.
"Yes, of course we'll help you but first, why don't you go lie down for a bit. You look very tired." Fiona suggested, biting her lip as various situations sprung into her mind. Quigley looked up at her and she could've sworn that she'd seen something flicker across his features but just as soon as she'd seen it, it had gone.
"Of course," the cartographer replied, "But what's your name? What are you here for? I hardly know anything about you."
Fiona nearly squealed with how adorable he looked right then when he looked so confused but took a deep breath to compose her next answer and stood a little taller. She should at least have some pride in her work.
"My name is Fiona Widdershins, crew member of the Queequeg-"
"Aye!" came a booming voice from behind Quigley, "The submarine Q and her crew of two! Welcome aboard, young Quagmire!"
Quigley turned in surprise, having nearly leapt out of his skin at the shock of seeing an elderly man with a pipe in his mouth creep up so quietly.
The cartographer stuttered his next words "B-but I still don't understand-"
"No time to explain!" the man shouted again, "He who hesitates is lost!"
And with that, the man waved his hand before yelling some more orders:
"Fiona, show our latest crew member where he's staying- and be quick!"

The mycologist could barely believe her ears. Her step-father had barely even met Quigley and already he was a crew member in his eyes. She sighed as she turned towards the crew quarters,
"Follow me, Quigley," she said with a hint of a flirt in her voice. She led him through the maze of creaking pipes and metal walls until they arrived at the crew quarters.
"You get used to the creaks and groans eventually." she said as she stepped through the doorway, "And I don't mean my step-father."
Quigley allowed himself the faintest of smiles before taking a tiny step forwards.
"Thank you," he said, "You barely even know me, yet you still took me in."

Fiona smiled at him before replying,
"What's a noble organisation for, if not helping others?" she replied, brushing off the thanks, "Anyway, I'd expect you're quite cold. Your clothes are quite damp. Here." She pressed a uniform into the cartographer's arms before showing him his new bunk. As Quigley sat down on his bunk and heaved his bag onto the floor, Fiona turned away to fetch some spare clothes for the triplet. However, when she returned, she saw the traces of tears on his face and the slight tremble of his hands. Instantly, she dropped the bundle in her hands and sat down on his left, reaching her hand around his back to cuddle him close.
"Shhh," she whispered comfortingly, "you're safe now, we'll help you find your siblings."
The older girl rubbed her hand against his shoulder as he leaned into her, rubbing his eyes against his sleeves.
"I know," he sniffed, as a final rogue tear slid down his right cheek, "But I've just been so far from them and now I feel literally at rock bottom and I've been through so much and Jacques said-"
Quigley's ramblings were cut short when he felt a warm hand touched to his cheek, smudging away the last of his tears and gently turning his face towards Fiona, her face bearing a radiant smile that seemed to melt his doubts.
"W-what are you-" Quigley began before Fiona leaned her head forwards to press her lips to his, closing her eyes. Quigley's mind promptly gave up all attempts to think rationally as he leaned in to the kiss, his hands remaining by his sides.

After a few breath-taking moments, the pair broke apart, Quigley blushed a furious red and both looked away, though for different reasons; Quigley could hardly believe what had just happened and Fiona had to hide her giggles at his expression. Not too long after, Fiona broke the awkward silence and looked back at him,
"Not bad for a first time." she remarked. Quigley feigned mock indignation before replying,
"What makes you think that was my first time?" Fiona could've burst out laughing at his words but just about held it together to make her next comment,
"Nobody with experience blushes like that after just a kiss."
At her words, Quigley hung his head in seeming shame and, realising her mistake, Fiona was quick to turn his face back to hers and captured his lips again, this time for a much more passionate kiss. Somewhat more expecting, Quigley closed his eyes and rested his hands on her warm cheeks before promptly nearly swallowing his tongue in surprise when he felt her hands roaming lower on his body. He sprang back in surprise, spluttering.
"F-Fiona, what are you doing?!" he exclaimed, more surprised than anything. Fiona instantly sprang back, mentally reprimanding herself and reminding her what a position he was in.
"I'm so sorry, I got carried away," she stammers, leaping to her feet, "it gets kinda lonely here and well you're the first company I've had of my generation."
She started pacing back and forth in front of the bunk, spouting excuses. Quigley, now more composed, stood up and rested a hand on Fiona's shoulder, halting her pacing, and looked her in the eyes,
"You just surprised me is all," he said before smiling, "But a most welcome surprise."

This time, both leaned into the kiss, both running hands up and down each other's back. As Quigley smiled into the kiss, he felt Fiona's hand start to take off his coat and he briefly took his arms off her back to slide off the sleeves. By the time the coat had hit the floor, Quigley had already flung Fiona's cap halfway across the room and was sliding his right hand down towards her lower back. Lost in hopes of what may happen, Quigley gave her ass a small tentative squeeze, earning him a slight intake of breath and they both broke apart momentarily.
"Good?" asked Quigley between breaths as he worked on his jacket's zip.
"Good." confirmed Fiona as she pulled him back towards her to resume the making-out and reached behind her to fumble with the zip of her sailor's outfit. As her hands slipped around, she felt a stronger hand wrap around hers, pulling the zip all the way down, allowing her to slip out of the sleeves of the outfit. As the sleeves dropped down, Quigley broke the kiss to watch as her smooth skin was revealed to him, first her chest, so teasingly obscured by a lacy white bra and the tops of her arms, smooth and blemish-free. His eyes lowered with the outfit, his eyes feasting on her sexy form and curves and, as it stopped at her hips, Quigley leaned back in to kiss her, reaching around for her bra strap before realising he had no idea what to do. After about twenty seconds of fumbling, Fiona broke away to smile before unhitching her bra effortlessly and discarding it on the rapidly growing pile of clothing. Quigley could barely keep his eyes off her chest and could feel his face growing red. Fiona could hardly stop giggling before teasingly wiggling her breasts at him,
"Like it?" she flirts at him with a smile.
Quigley seems to be beyond words at this point and merely settles for nodding, his face as red and hot as the sun. Not wanting their encounter to pause any longer, Fiona reached over and shed Quigley of his t-shirt, leaving both of them bare-chested. Wanting to finally feel her breasts, Quigley reached forwards, only to find his hands held back by hers holding him by the wrists.
"How about I give you some pleasure?" she suggested, with more than a hint of a flirty smile upon her lips.
"Y-yes please." Quigley stammered, allowing her to push him into a sitting position upon the bottom bunk. Fiona then proceeded to get down on her knees between his legs, after a brief glance towards the door to make sure that it was indeed locked. She shifted her gaze to meet his eyes and gave him a reassuring smile before lightly palming his bulge through his trousers, eliciting a small gasp. For Fiona, it was the merest of strokes, for Quigley it was like a whirlwind of pleasure in his abdomen. After smiling at his reaction, she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his 6 inch dick, watching it harden in her hands.
"Mmm, someone's eager." she murmured before stroking her hand up and down, occasionally stroking his balls. As she did so, she listened out for the moans and gasps from Quigley as she continued to pleasure him. Every now and then, she made eye contact and she could tell Quigley was getting turned on by the few sexy winks she gave him.
"If he likes this, he's about to have his world blown." she thought as she opened her mouth to spit onto his head.

Quigley wasn't sure what she was about to do until he felt the head of his dick be engulfed by a warm mouth and the strokes from her tongue teasing him. He felt like the world had stopped as he instinctively moved his hands to thread through her hair as she licked and caressed the first inch of his cock.
"O-oh yeah- fuck that's good." Quigley moaned as he felt Fiona's tongue caress his slit for a few seconds before feeling her hand stroke the rest of his shaft. She carried on like this for about twenty seconds before looking back up at him to wink and slowly take more of his shaft into her mouth, running her tongue over the head still. Quigley felt like he was in heaven and begged her to go faster and take some more into her mouth. Teasing him a little further, Fiona slowed her stroking, agonisingly slow for Quigley before rapidly speeding up, gagging a little before finally pulling off entirely, eliciting a small whine from Quigley.
"Hope you enjoyed it." Fiona said with a wink, straightening up so her breasts were level with his eyeline. As she lent in for another kiss, Quigley finally ran his hands over her globes, squeezing and playing with the nipples, much to Fiona's pleasure. Eventually, they broke apart and Fiona lay back on the bunk, resting on her elbows. Sensing his hesitance, Fiona smiled before attempting to encourage him,
"Joining me?" she asked, her hand straying lower towards her trousers.
"O-ok." came the reply before Quigley climbed onto the bed, making the posts groan. Feeling slightly overambitious, Quigley decided to use his teeth to unzip her trousers and no sooner had he attempted to latch on had he realised his mistake. After nearly a minute of fumbling, Fiona reached down to help him out, shimmying out of her trousers, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties, which Quigley was quick to reach for. As she leant back to make his attempts easier, he slid them down her legs and discarded them over the side of the bed, leaving both completely naked. Quigley, shuffled forwards on his knees so his erection was at her entrance but understandably hesitated. Fiona leaned forwards and gently grasped his cock and positioned the tip at her entrance before commanding him,
"Just push in and after that, do what feels natural," she said.
Quigley, however, was still quite unsure and Fiona, taking pity looked him in the eyes before smiling,
"You'll do fine, no matter what," she lay back again, "now fuck me senseless!"
Re-energized by her words, Quigley pressed forwards into the welcome heat of her pussy and almost instantly both groaned in pleasure and it was a good thirty seconds before he started to move again, his thrusts somewhat erratic but it was enough for Fiona. Quigley could feel how wet she was and it felt so good against his dick as he started to get used to the action. Fiona was leaning back and moaning, mostly faking for Quigley but sometimes he gave her such bursts of pleasure she couldn't help it and his little moans were so sexy to her. As Quigley held onto her hips for more stability, Fiona reached down to stroke her clit, getting lost in the pleasure as it jolted through her. After a few minutes, both were covered in a sheen of sweat, the air filled with pants and the slapping of flesh. The scents of sweat and sex lingered in the air but neither cared, both were too focussed on the pleasure. Eventually, Quigley's thrusts started to speed up and his groans more involuntary,
"F-fuck Fiona," he gasped, "I'm gonna- fuck- cum!"
"Mmnnghh!" she grunted as he thrusted particularly hard into her, "O-on my tits please!"

Quigley promptly pulled out and shuffled forwards, jerking his shaft as he moved forwards. It only took one look at her exposed breasts before Quigley erupted over her, shooting several spurts of cum over her globes, groaning as he did so. When he stopped, Fiona reached down to finish herself off with her hand as Quigley lay beside her, spent. Just when she thought she was nearly there, she felt Quigley's hand alongside hers as she felt him start to stroke her pussy lips and that foreign feeling was enough to push her over the edge as she came. She came all over their hands and the sheets, with a long groan as she lay there, lost in the pleasure.

For quite some time they lay there, naked and covered in cum, occasionally smiling at each other or pressing a kiss onto some body part or another. Eventually, they fell asleep, both of their futures uncertain but for now, they had each other.