3 comments/ 4607 views/ 1 favorites Quinn and Grey Ch. 01 By: TheJane Swimming was a summer sport, and one not to be indulged in a Prada mini-dress. I was now very certain of that. Dripping little dots onto my hardwood floors, I snuck into the main room of my apartment, looking around, suspicious of whom might be hanging around. I didn't know the story behind my feys' complete lack of personal boundaries but I was determined to break them of the habit before it got ugly. Luckily the room was empty. Dorian was locked up in his coffin, safe until night fall, and I had run of the house. A very soggy, cold, miserable run. "Quinn?" Grey was standing in the tiny hallway that led into the main room of my apartment. He looked uncertain and I frowned. "I don't have any clothes," he said, shivering. His blond hair was sticking to his face and his lips were blue. He looked like a wet dog and I grinned. The grin was widening as the scenario continued through my poor, sleep deprived brain. "What the hell are you thinking?" My face went blank. "What do you mean?" I asked, until I realized my mistake. "No! I wasn't... Not because of the clothes..." I mumbled. "Then the lack of clothes?" "No!" I snarled. "Go get in the frickin' bath. I'll go get you clothes." I stopped into the kitchen ignoring the trail of water and my violent vibrations. I jiggled the teapot and got a happy slosh so I replaced it and turned the burner on. "Why don't you go first?" "Because if you go first you can leave before I get in." I kicked the high heels off and turned the heat up. "And then you don't have to wait for the hot water to come back." "So you're trying to get rid of me?" He actually seemed hurt, which gave me pause. I had forgotten our conversation. We were supposed to be trying to be friends. What was it he had said? Just because he wasn't me didn't mean he was an enemy. I had always been safe assuming that I was the only trust worthy person around. Knowing how untrustworthy I was made me flinch. I was really messed up. "Kind of," I spoke, honestly. He had a bemused smile on his face. How did I explain to him my privacy issues? "Listen, chicky, you're more likely to get pneumonia if you stay like that." He pointed to the soaked dress. "Just get warmed up and in fresh clothes. By the time you are done we'll have food and I'll have my own clothes." I stared at him for a moment, and he stared right back. I had seen what Grey could do if he got mad enough. I was more worried about the fact that I could still admire him in his dripping silk shirt than the fact that in about two seconds I could be dead if he felt like it. "Fine." I turned on heel and barricaded myself in the bathroom. It wasn't until I was hissing and mewling, trying to get into the bath water that I became curious of how he was planning on getting clothes, here, without leaving... If he left why couldn't he just go home and not bother me? I was scrubbing my skin with soap when it occurred to me... He was worried about me? There was a knock on the door and I jumped. Useless bedroom lock. "Quinn? Are doing ok?" He asked through the door. "Fine," I called back. "Do you have a frying pan?" It took my sluggish brain far too long to process that question and when it finally got through the frozen bits and into the stream all that I could think of was why a werewolf wanted a frying pan. "What?" Incredulity. Perhaps that would translate over the gap that existed between his brain and mine. "You know... You fry things in it?" "I know what it is. Why do you want it?" "To... fry things?" "Bastard," I mumbled and thought hard. "I might have one in the drawer beneath the stove." I wasn't certain. I think the last thing I cooked in my kitchen was popcorn. My lifestyle didn't support culinary conditioning. It was more of a "Number six with curly fries and a shake" sort of deal. The water slowly got cold and the steam was starting to clear from my mirror. Mist carried the scent of my chai bath soap and I felt homey and comfortable, even with the oversized mutt fiddling around my kitchen. I finally dragged myself from the bath and forced myself to look at the damage inflicted by our little tussle. My shoulder was bruised from the base of my neck to my third rib and I had a long raw looking scratch across the shoulder blade. Note to self: No home run slides off of rickety old docks. I had a gash across my cheek which ticked me off. I was Faerie Queen, by default, and I was starting to think, by blood. Still I was going to get a scar on my cheek bone. Damn it all if I wasn't a bit vain. That was the extent of the damage however. I guess I was a little better off being a tinge immortal. I wrapped myself in the fluffy violet colored towel and edged into the bedroom. The door was firmly closed, for which I was extremely grateful, and I could smell tantalizing aromas floating in from the kitchen. Perfect, the man could cook. I was starting to run out of reasons to dislike him. Oh, never mind, I think "turns into man-eating monster monthly" covers it. I dressed in something warm, even though the bath had taken the edge off of the cold. The flannel pants and baggy, black, sweater made me want to curl up in bed and fall asleep. When I walked into the kitchen I was assaulted by the smells of food that I didn't even know I had. There was a paper bag on the island between the kitchen and the front room. Grey's clothes? I didn't ask but instead went straight for the coffee mugs and the tea. Grey spoke without turning away from the stove. "How do you like your eggs?" I was quiet, perhaps a little too long, and he turned to look at me. His face went blank and there was a small line of concentration between his eyes. "What?" I asked, forgetting about the eggs. "Did I forget something?" I looked down. Nope. I even had socks on. "I've never seen you like this," he said. "I mean the only time I've ever seen you in street clothes was what? Three years ago?" It was true. I dressed up for work and then the couple times I had been out with him had demanded dress clothes as well. Now he was suddenly seeing me in my pajamas, in my house, with no witnesses. I willed the blush away from my cheeks. "Scrambled," I blurted. "What?" He looked at me like I was crazy and the blush persisted beyond the skill of my will power. I looked down and he shifted. "The eggs you asshole," I mumbled. "Oh..." He turned away, shoulders shaking. "Don't laugh at me!" I stomped around the kitchen trying not to let my power trickle out with my embarrassment. "Go take your bath." "Once we eat." "You'll get water all over the place," I protested, even though I could see that he was already drying. He still had to be colder than was natural. There was a kitchen towel balled up at the base of the refrigerator, soaked and dirty. He had mopped up. "I want to eat first," he demanded and I raised a brow. There was an edge to his voice that made me curious. Curious enough that I sat at the little table shoved in the corner of my small kitchen. "What are you five?" He put a plate of scrambled eggs and wheat toast in front of me, with the salt and pepper shakers that perched on the back of the stove. I rarely used them... Could spices go bad? I didn't know. "I didn't know adults ate scrambled eggs." "I don't really eat eggs that often. Can you get the ketchup out of the fridge?" I asked absentmindedly, pulling the crust off of my toast. I looked up at him when he didn't answer. "What?" "You eat your eggs with ketchup and you are pulling the crusts off of your toast, love." I frowned. "And?" "Who raised you?" He asked, grinning. "You eat like a little kid. I bet you don't like vegetables either." "I like peppers and onions," I protested. I munched on my toast as he shook his head and retrieved the ketchup. "Do you have coffee?" He asked tentatively. Just because I didn't like vegetables and ate scrambled eggs did not mean that I was too juvenile to drink coffee. I began to say us much when I realized that I hadn't actually bought or made my own coffee in a few months. "See if any of my people left some behind, I haven't been shopping in a while," I frowned. "Wait... Where did you get the eggs?" I looked down my appetite dropping. "You know, there is a minimart like two blocks from this building." "No way?" I ate the eggs. "And you went there in your wet-mutt glory?" "No. I had Chase stop by when he brought the stuff from my house." He gestured to the bag and I nodded slowly. Right, why do it yourself when you have underlings? I hadn't gotten used to that little feature yet. He was sitting down in front of me now, with a plate of food that I didn't recognize. It smelled like it would give me a stomach ache. "No coffee?" I asked. "I don't even see a coffee pot and I'm hungry." He sounded grumpy as he tackled his breakfast. I was picking at my eggs thoughtfully. This was kind of nice, sitting down with someone to have a meal. I hadn't really experienced something like this. My family wasn't the type to have sit down meals and I hadn't been in a serious relationship, romantic or not, since the end of high school. "What do you think will happen next?" I asked quietly, setting my fork down. I didn't know the politics of the Freaks. I didn't want to even though I was a part of the whole mess now. It seemed that Jackson's pack was bigger and stronger than Grey, but why did they want the city so badly? If we lost the city... I stopped. If we lost the city. Perhaps I hadn't disconnected myself from the Life as much as I thought. In all actuality I knew that I was now a key member of Freak society. It was my responsibility to keep Seattle's Fey safe, and to do so I believed that keeping the city Grey's territory was necessary. "I think that he'll start something with the norms." The tone of his voice was dark and I felt my stomach fill with ice. That's right; the fey weren't my only priority. I had to keep the norms safe too or I would never be able to live with myself. If Jackson went around killing people just to get his hands on the city I would kill him myself. I looked up and Grey put his fork down, his head already shaking. "Don't, Quinn." He said softly. "This guy is out of your league and I don't want you-" "Involved?" I questioned him. He looked sheepish as he wiped away the remains of his eggs with a piece of toast. "Because you are doing a bang-up job of that." "That isn't what I meant. I know when I need help, but this isn't one of those times. You'll be better off if you just keep your eyes on the Fey and run Caryn Caryn." He was still shaking his head. I pushed away from the table and took the plates to the sink. "Quinn, I'm doing my best. I don't want humans to die either." I bent over the sink and threw the rag against the wall. It made a satisfying splat. "I didn't even think of it. I didn't even worry that he would take it out on humans." I sucked in a breath and spun to look at him. "I would have killed him last night if I had thought of it. I wouldn't have given a damn about your shitty politics or your turf war." "You would have taken the territory for yourself?" He seemed shocked and I controlled my anger as best I could, but still the power was starting to fog up the room. Grey was getting tense. I didn't want a tense, wet, werewolf in my kitchen. "It isn't about the territory," I said. "Go get in the bath." I turned back around and felt him brush against my energy as he passed. It made us both shudder. When he was gone I paced around the apartment trying to calm down. The way Grey thought was completely alien to me. He was concerned that I was going to take away his territory. We both knew I could take it by force, but I don't think either of us was certain whether or not I could keep it, and for everyone in it, fey or lycanthrope, that was the important part. This was one of the times I totally envied the vampires. They didn't have any sort of group mentality. They usually came together under the strongest guy out of pure self interest but they could survive in the world without any other soul. They didn't have territorial wars and they bowed to neither faerie or were. Stupid Takashi and his freedom. I could hear the bath water running as I flopped down onto the couch reveling in the soft suede of the upholstery. The thoughts that took my mind were along the lines of "just don't think about it" and "why me?" I supposed I'd just have to get over it. "Quinn?" I stared at the ceiling, willing the voice to be a figment of my imagination. "Umm Quinn?" I groaned and swung upward stomping to the bedroom. The bathroom door was open and I stared at the peak of pale shoulder I could see. "What?" I didn't even try to hide my grouchiness. "There aren't any towels here." I could see the sheepish reflection of Grey's eyes in the mirror. The last thing I wanted was to cater to the fur ball but he was right. I had used the last two towels for myself. "Right..." I grumbled and stomped to the laundry basket on the other side of my bed. In the full length mirror I could see him watching me as I shuffled through the laundry basket. I had one of those jumbo tubs that were great for bathing, and only my lucrative and somewhat disturbing lifestyle paid for this apartment and its quirks, like that huge tub and the ability to do laundry in my own home. I found a couple of towels and brought them to the door of the bathroom and was about to just toss them on the counter. "Can you put them on the toilet?" Bastard had to get specific, just to mess with me... That had to be it. I walked in, keeping my eyes safely on the back wall, despite the itching to look over and see if he was as beautiful all over as he was without his shirt on. Of course he was. It was a Lycan thing... Before I could get ahead of myself I plopped the towels on the toilet and spun walking quickly toward the door. "Quinn! Watch ou-" as I descended toward the linoleum, in a flurry of my own dirty towels and the bathroom rug, my brain was kind enough to translate the rest of his sentence. "Watch out, you're going to trip." Yes, thank you Captain Obvious, gravity is once again foiled. Except this time it really was, because there was a wiry, muscle bound arm digging painfully into my already sore body, keeping me about an inch and a half away from the linoleum. "You okay, ducky?" The slosh of water from the tub, and the sensation of moisture soaking through my clothes beckoned the disturbing thought, that yes, there was a wet and very naked man holding onto my waist with one arm, while trying not to fall out of the bathtub. "This situation is ridiculous." I said, because at the moment that is what my mind would allow. The arm slipped away and I dropped to the floor with an unceremonious thud. So much for knight in shining armor... I landed in a puddle. "You're welcome." He snapped and my eyes widened a bit. I had heard the bestial growling of Grey when he was mad, almost murderously so, but I had never heard him actually pissed at a person, especially not me, which was surprising. Sure we sniped at each other, but I had never actually had him truly mad at me. The situation really was ridiculous. I looked up and almost got whiplash looking away too quickly. "Get back in the water!" I shouted feeling my face turn several shades of red. It was too late, because now my curiosity was sated and I knew, knew, that he was indeed perfect. I would never be able to live this down. The water made a protesting noise as his weight settled and I dared a glance over. He was as decent as he could possibly get and I straightened, still feeling a bit light headed from the unexpected peep show. His face told me he really was pissed. He had been in a bad mood since our little incident, but this was different. This was personal. "Why do you have to do that?" He fumed and I sat up, sad to put off my escape from my own bathroom and the buzzing of power I could feel slowly leaking from him. This was not going to end well, I thought. "It's the same damn thing every time. I take one step forward and you just shoot me down. Are people...? Other people! really that unwelcome in your life?" He turned his coffee and cream stair at me and my stomach clenched up. His beast was staring out at me from the depths of a very dark soul, and something about the intensity of it had my hormones scrambling. Worse part is... I think Grey knew it. "It's not that I wasn't thankful for you saving my ass! Not just now but earlier also... It's just that at the moment you're a bit... Naked!" I felt like a high school girl as I turned my face away. I felt his power shift and amp up a bit and was moving before I really knew what it was about. Obviously enough time with the freaks had clued me in on some of the unspoken languages. His hand caught my wrist and he slid me against the counter and was kneeling in my way before I could react. "Is that the problem?" He growled and I looked up and met his eyes, which was a stupid move on my part. He was a pissed wolf, who was under the impression he was dominant to me. It was actually true for the most part. I was never gonna try and dispute the fact. "If I wore a fucking suit every time we met, and cut my hair, and took out my earrings, would that change anything?" He shook me and I rattled against the sink. "Answer me!" "What? No!" I cried out as my head hit the cupboards. He let out a long huff and I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as he got closer and I was being scalded by the pounding of his animal self. It was unreal, and tense, drawing parts of me tight that weren't supposed to be. His head thunked onto my shoulder and I stiffened and tried not to move. "Grey?" "I don't know what to do anymore." His voice sounded tired and I could feel the hot air of his breath through the weave of my sweater. "Please tell me what you're expecting, 'cause seriously Quinn, I haven't got a clue anymore." I gulped and felt my fear doubling, my power vibrating off of the brick wall that was Grey's own. He sounded defeated, and tired, because of me and my own issues. "I told you that I didn't expect anything from anyone." I said, my voice sounding cold and emotionless to my own ears. He would know it wasn't what I was really feeling, because there were other parts of him telling him things that I wasn't saying. Like how I was heating up because I could feel his muscles and breath against me, even through my clothes. Or how I was sad that I had hurt him, even though I didn't know how to be... "Expect something from me!" He pleaded. "I want you to be disappointed in me. I want to see you turn red when I embarrass you, or piss you off." He was mumbling, his voice getting lazy as his hand started touching. I pressed up against the counter, trying not to like it. The bite of fear that I was feeling was exciting him. I could feel his excitement through my pajama bottoms and it made me bite my lip as his hands found my hips, and his mouth found the shell of my ear. "I-I can't Grey." I pushed against his shoulders, trying to replace the fear and heat with anger and coldness. He was immovable and my pushing on him only made him lean against my hands, the slick, always hot skin sliding like fine silk beneath my shaking fingers. His tongue found my pulse and my fingers curled, nails dragging against his skin. "I'll make you." It wasn't a threat. His voice was gentle as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up against him. I stopped breathing as we sat with his face above mine. "Aren't you tired of being like this?" I felt that sliver of doubt that always niggled at the back of my mind. I had turned myself into what I was to keep me safe. I remember being green and useless and scare. Watching Lorilee die, killing her with my own power hadn't corrupted me. I was already corrupt. I could do it a thousand times, to a thousand people and not feel it. Takashi could burn in hell! All of them could, right? I thought about Phillip and Dorian and then I looked up and thought of Grey. Quinn and Grey Ch. 01 Tears were hot and painful on my face. It had been so long since I had cried that it was foreign and frightening, which made me cry harder. "I have to be." I wailed and buried myself against him, his heat thawing my bones. "What do I do if I can't survive?!" "Shh, honey." He threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed my temples, and I cried hard, oblivious of all of the feelings I would have had or thoughts that would have erupted out of my mouth at this point any other time. He was holding me, comforting me like I hadn't been since I was a child. Nothing could make me feel more vulnerable or more comfortable than this and when I finally sobbed my last, his mouth found mine, hard and assuring. I didn't mind the possession that I felt from him as he lifted me and walked into the bedroom. His tongue was already battling mine and he kissed with the same abandon that he fought with. It tugged at my insides and I couldn't stop myself from trying to give as much as I was getting. I let out a small oof as I was tossed onto the bed and I when I pushed my hair out of my face I could see him standing above me, looking pleased. My face flushed bright red as he stood there, above me, his hand leisurely moving against his erection. "As sexy as those pajamas are, I want you to take them off for me." I blinked and stared up at him a bit dumbfounded. He started moving and I scrambled, my hands bunching into my sweater. I was yanking it over my head as the bed shifted from his weight. I could hear him laughing from behind me as I tossed the offending cloth away. "Wow, you move fast for a faerie." I blushed a deeper shade, thinking that I was going to pass out if I blushed any harder. His hands were on my waist as I kicked off my socks. "How much clothes are you wearing?" He grumbled at the sight of the tank top I had on under my sweater. "I was cold!" I complained as his fingers wrapped around the elastic of my pants and he tugged them off. I fell on my back and blushed. "Don't laugh at my-" He was chuckling and I sat straight up and started pummeling him with fists that seemed not to faze him. He pushed me back onto the bed and I grumbled as he looked me over. "Is that really a hazard sign?" "Yes!" I stuck my tongue out and he quickly had it captured and sucked on it, making me moan against his mouth. This man's mouth was magic, I was sure of it. His fingers played with one of the small holes in the fabric of my underwear and I went to wrap my leg around his waist but he caught it. "You're still dressed." He growled and pulled me up by the wrist. I was going to have some interesting bruises tomorrow and we were still at the foreplay. I didn't mind, if he kept looking at me like that he could beat me senseless. I pulled the shirt over my head and smiled at him. "Better?" I asked, sitting in my bra and panties. He looked at me with approval and I was thankful that I was vain enough to go for the real bra instead of the sports bra I had originally picked up after my shower. "Getting there." He said leaning in and burying his face in my cleavage. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he took a deep breath and rubbed his face against my breasts making me sit up straight. His curls tickled against my skin and I didn't know exactly what to do. His hands moved up my waist and rubbed against my ribs and then cupped my breasts, testing their size and squeezing them softly. I leaned back, supporting myself with my hand as I played with his curls with the other, a small noise of delight escaping. Quicker than I could keep track of, his hands wrapped around and undid the clasp to my bra. It fell away and I paused. He had joked about my body before. Admired it flirtatiously and I had caught him looking from time to time, but was it the same now, in this situation? "Damn." I blinked and cleared my throat as he looked up at me his eyes heated. "W-what?" He shook his head and leaned back down, his fingers traveling back down to my panties. His breath was hot on my chest and I felt his lips whisper across the curve of my breast. I traced the edge of his ear and played with his hair as he pulled against my skin, gently with his teeth. My hand tightened in his hair and his tongue soothed as his fingers traced over my thigh. I opened my mouth to protest his teasing but was stopped short as his mouth closed over my nipple and his tongue swirled. At the same time his fingers traced the wetness of my slit through my panties. I made a strangled sound that was not at all attractive, and I could feel him hum against my breast. "Grey!" I mewled and his fingers became more demanding against the fabric. He looked up and I gulped. His eyes were foreign, animal, and made me so hot it was unbelievable. His hand balled into the fabric and before I could protest he yanked and they ripped away. I had liked those underwear, but at the moment I could frame them. They were quickly discarded and his fingers slid over me, eliciting a gasp. My eyes shut as he plunged fingers into me, swollen and slick with need. He rubbed and then plunged one deep into me, twirling it expertly. My hips bucked of their own accord and he tortured me an evil smile on his face as he watched me. He withdrew the finger and sucked my juice from it. "Mm." He murmured as he pulled me flat on the bed. He was leaning over me, his mouth tasting mine. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my wet thighs and I moved to rub against him, but firm hands stilled my hips, as he moved down, nipping and sucking on my skin. His teeth found my collar bone and he bit me, hard enough for me to make noise and protest. The pain faded and was part of the throbbing that rang through my skin. I wiggled as he kissed the part of my stomach that disappeared into other things and the idea of what he was going to do pulled me tight and I murmured. His eyes rolled up to look at me as he kissed me, his tongue darting into my opening in quick motions, making me writhe in delight. His tongue found my clit and it swirled and soothed the sensitive nerve until I was gripping at the bed sheets and making pathetic little noises. His fingers replaced his tongue and he moved down so that his tongue could plunge into me as deep as possible. I was coming undone as he tortured me. I was powerless to stop all of the feelings and I couldn't do anything but to ride it out. I could feel myself coming close to climax and several times I tried to tell him, but instead I just cried out as pleasure stole my sanity and I whimpered. He drank me up and before I had even stopped twitching he flipped me over and pulled me onto my knees. Somehow I managed to make my one sarcastic comment. "Doggy style, how appropriate- Ah!" I cried out as he plunged his thick, hardness deep into my wet folds. His fingers dug into my hips, controlling them as I tried to move away or against him. My arms trembled as I tried to hold myself up and he stood still for a moment, so that I could adjust before he started a smooth, slow pace. I could feel him rub against every part of me, as he filled me to completion. I moved against his hands. I wanted more, I wanted him to take me like he had been promising he would the entire time. "Fuck me!" I demanded and he chuckled his hips meeting my ass as he reached the height of his stroke. He leaned down and I could feel his breath on my ear as he nibbled on it. "Are you sure?" He murmured and I nodded. He knocked my arms out from under me until my hips were at an almost painful angle. I tried to push myself back up but his hand was on the side of my head, keeping my cheek pressed against the pillows. He moved out, almost completely and I whimpered at the absence, but it was not long lived. He thrust against me and I made a desperate noise as our bodies met. He repeated the same thing twice more, slamming into me so hard I had no idea whether I was feeling pain or pleasure and then he started fucking me, hard and fast, the line between the two disappeared and I curled my hands into the bedding as he took me. There was an incessant noise, that I soon found was myself, mewling as he hit me at the end of his strokes. He pulled my hair and I cried out as I was bent up and against him, my back flush with his stomach. "Move." He growled and I complied my hips moving desperately to create that friction that my body was begging for. He pulled my head back bearing my neck as he bit into my skin, hard enough to remind me how dangerous he was, hard enough to make me make an ugly noise. His hand wrapped around and fondled my breast as I moved and moved, feeling everything shock down into my groin and build as another tidal wave of amazing feeling. His fingers pinched into my breast and I cried out as my muscles clench tight, getting ready for the overload my body knew was coming. His breathing was faster, less controlled and I knew that he was coming close as well. "Grey..." I begged and he pushed me back down and onto my back. He pulled my leg up and buried himself into me pumping in and out over and over as I moved my hips with him. Our eyes held each other as the feeling began to come closer and closer. Then suddenly we overflowed and first myself and then he came, crying out, our voices coarse and needy. He kept pumping, riding the feeling until his body gave out on top of mine, burying me under his weight. I was panting, trying to regain my breath, even as the big lug squeezed it from me. I pushed him over and he rolled to the side, his arms wrapping around me as I took a deep breath and relaxed against the mattress. "Holy shit." I muttered and rubbed my face, trying to clear my head. "Yes, holy shit." He said and I looked over to see him watching me. "You want to wait before we go into the emotional end of things?" I paused and looked away for a moment. There was nothing to go into because the action itself spoke volumes. I wasn't the type to sleep with someone who I didn't love. Nothing had changed since high school and I knew what that meant. Some way, some how, I loved Grey and whether or not I told him that, it would still be a fact. I looked back at him and he sobered, seeming to understand what I was thinking. "What does this mean?" "Whatever we want it to, ducky." He said, his face against my hair. "We can take this all slow. Friends first." I snorted, thinking it was a bit late for that but didn't say anything. I could go for that. If he let me take it slow, I could let him in, maybe first like this and then maybe, eventually with my heart. It was going to be a long journey. "Can I sleep here?" I stiffened without meaning to and he pulled away, sighing. He wasn't going to press it and I grabbed his arm pulling him back to me. "Yes." I said and wrapped myself around him, closing my eyes. Quinn and Grey Ch. 02 I stepped into Grey's apartment, a sigh passing between my lips as I thought about how much I didn't want to do this. This emotional nonsense was something I usually avoided, but it came hand in hand with what I had done to Samantha. Sad thing was I hadn't picked a fight with the bitch just to get back into Grey's good graces, and I definitely didn't do it to get back into his pants. So when the result had been for Grey to tell me to come to his place to see him, I had known I wasn't going to like the result. Still, watching him sit in his chair with a beer in one hand and a sour expression on his face I couldn't help but feel the guilt of the last five months pile up on top of me. "Why did you wait until I was out of town to pull this shit Quinn?" It was a fair question, but I didn't know how to answer it without making things worse. How did I explain that it was out of practicality that I knocked Samantha down those few pegs? "I didn't. Sam just waited until you were in Boston to get on my nerves." I said sitting down on the edge of the other chair, trying not to seem too comfortable, trying not to remind him that other times I probably would have been in his chair, stealing sips of his beer, touching him. I stopped the train of thought before it could smash through the heavy walls I had put up around this. "Look. I didn't do it out of malice, but she was pushing too many buttons and you know me!" It sounded too much like a whine so I snapped my mouth closed and looked at my hands. "You refused, for nearly six months, to do anything about the situation. As soon as I left though, and couldn't take any part in it, you disposed of her without a thought." He growled, his hand clenching so tightly around the glass bottle I was afraid it would break. I walked over and took the bottle out of his hand. It put me over him, which wasn't smart since he was angry and I was already stepping all over the packs dominance. He looked up at me with a searing heat in his eyes that I felt. "Why?" "It wasn't anything to do with you. I didn't hesitate to hurt you and I didn't do this to get back with you. I had to think of what it meant for everyone. What was best for you and the pack, what would keep me and the Fey safe..." "Samantha wasn't right for the pack! We both know it but you let her waltz in and take your spot!" "Listen Grey! I'm human! I will only ever be human and you needed someone who understood everything. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't put myself above the welfare of the pack! You're the one who taught me that!" My power was leaking into the room like someone had left the gas on. It was mixing dangerously with the fire in his eyes and I had to back off before sparks set it all alight. "Please..." I looked at him and shook my head thinking that someone as passionate as Grey wouldn't understand. "Tell me what happened." He changed the subject but I knew better then to think that this was over. He wasn't looking at me and as he took his beer back, I sat down again. "There is nothing to tell. She overstepped her bounds." "Who set those bounds Quinn? What line in the sand did you draw with her that you waited so patiently for her to cross?" "It was about the others. People I promised to protect." "It wasn't your job anymore; you gave it up without a fight actually." He groused and leveled a look at me that made me scoot back in the chair. "I had to draw the line somewhere." "And she crossed it..." "Not her... You, Grey. I set a line with you. I had to. I mean, I'm only human, and if I let it go this time, and played the game, it would set a precedent." I writhed my hands and refused to look up, but the sound of his voice jerked my head upward. "A precedent?" He roared, getting out of his chair. "What the hell do you mean Quinn?!" I flinched back and at once Grey stopped where he stood and backed away his face going white. Never had I backed down from him and I think he realized just how much these five months had damaged the work we had done. "Tell me." "The first woman who came with enough power to take care of the pack and you scooped her up." "You." I nodded and he rubbed his brow and sat looking dejected. "And then the next powerful woman who came along just took that spot from you and I couldn't do anything about it." "No, you didn't do anything about it. You have made a lot more people angry for smaller things." I said gaining some of my prior confidence. "You were testing things. You wanted me to be your Alpha Bitch, and I proved that I wasn't what you wanted so you gave me an ultimatum. Fight with Samantha or leave. You wanted me to do things the wolf way and when I refused you replaced me." "That wasn't how it was... I wanted you to fight to be by my side." "I wanted the same thing. Isn't that funny? I wanted you to fight tradition and realize that even if I didn't do things the "wolf" way I was still the best one for the job. You went with the safer choice instead. Your pack suffered for it and you and I suffered for it." Just goes to show you I wasn't above lecturing or guilt tripping. It left a bad taste in my mouth but he had earned a bit of the bitterness. "God I'm so stupid." I blinked; I had expected more arguments... not this. He dumped the rest of his drink into his mouth and then sat back and I saw him widen his eyes to keep tears from falling. "How do I fix this?" I didn't think he was really asking me but I answered anyway. "You don't. I already did. I showed you and the pack where I stood and what it took for me to do things your way. Now you all know that I won't cross that line easily." I stood up and walked over and did what I had wanted to do since five months ago. I put myself in his lap and took the beer away from him and looked him in the eye. "We can fix this. It doesn't have to be hopeless. All you have to do is except where I stand. " He nodded dumbly and I took his hands and threaded them around my back and pressed my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. It felt so good that I didn't pull back like I intended to and ended up deepening the contact until we were pressed together desperately. Grey pulled back first with a gasp and looked at me with his honey and cream eyes. "I love you." I opened my mouth but he stole it with an impassioned kiss and pulled me in, his hands on my ass, fingers digging into the plump flesh through my skirt. We ate at each other until we were panting and I felt his hands slide up beneath my skirt, holding onto my thighs with iron fingers that were almost painful. I was used to his possessiveness but it still surprised me how hard he clung to me. He pulled me against him, but with the way I straddled his lap my hips press into the hard line of his stomach. I could feel the air around my legs as his lifted my skirt and gripped my ass again pulling me so hard against him that I whimpered. "Too rough?" His voice was gruff and when I shook my head, his grin that I had missed so much, flashed across his face. "Good." He growled and leaned down, clamping his mouth over my neck where his teeth and tongue pulled and massaged, turning my insides into jelly. I groaned as his teeth bit into the skin of my neck, pulling painfully. It was too soon for him to be so violent, but I didn't complain. I wanted the abuse, it seemed like proper punishment for my part in this mess. Instead I took it with small noises that seemed to drive him mad. He pulled back and licked the spot on my neck and grinned. I knew that I was going to be pissed tomorrow when I looked into the mirror, but at the moment the thought of bearing his mark pulled things low in body tight. I had been working on the buttons of his shirt, and now, as his hands wormed their way up the back of my halter, towards the ties, I pulled the cloth over his shoulders, baring the perfect line of his chest and stomach. My mouth worked over the skin, tasting it and marking it as he slipped the strings from around my neck and bared my chest. I was still embarrassed to sit like that in front of him. I was self conscious but he seemed to take savage delight in the sight of my breasts and quickly began lavishing them with attention. His mouth found a nipple, while his other hand rubbed and played with the other. I forgot about anything productive and threw my head back and basked in it. He suddenly stood and I squawked as he turned us, putting me down in the chair, as he stood in front of me. I blinked up at him as he kicked my shirt out of the way and smiled down at me. "Make yourself useful." He said and unbuckled his slacks, where there was a telltale bulge saying that I wasn't alone in my arousal. I smirked and sat up on my knees and yanked him forward by the belt loops. He stumbled but stood closer and I looked up at him as I rubbed my hand over the fabric covered bulge, my smirk turning into a grin when his head fell back and he let out a sound. I massaged him through his pants, feeling him grow bigger under my hand until he grabbed my wrist and yanked, unable to articulate. However I wasn't done and I took my wrist back and undid his pants, pulling them over his hips so I could get to the silk boxers underneath. I leaned in and ran my lips oh so gently along him, where I could trace his member perfectly through the thin fabric. When Grey looked down at me his eyes were heated gold and the air vibrated with the buzz of his other self. This time instead of my lips, my tongue ran a line over him through the boxers. His stare made me feel like he might decide to eat me before fucking me and it made me even more excited. I curled my fingers around the hem of his shorts but not before wrapping my mouth around the head of him and teasing with my tongue. He growled, not the heated masculine sound you normally get when handling a man's erection but the real live "your ass is mine" wolf growl. It made me shiver and the hardening of my nipples and the goose bumps on my arms didn't go unnoticed. With a yank the shorts came down, and the solid length of his erection was bared for me. I smiled as I smoothed my hand over it and watched him, feeling as much excitement from his expressions as the actual contact. I curled my fingers around him, my other hand going up to massage his balls as I pumped him a couple of times. He was quivering and took a deep raspy breath that seemed to pull my groin tight. I leaned back over and my lips met my fist and closed over him, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock until I felt his hips jerk involuntarily forward. I moved my hand and took him deeper into my mouth and started a slow, torturous rhythm up and down his shaft with my wet lips. His hands went to my head and he curled his fingers into my hair. I could feel his control as he forced himself not to fuck my mouth. I went deeper with every movement now and soon I could feel his cock hitting uncomfortably at the back of my throat. "Shiiiit." The hiss accompanied a tug on my hair that sent me sliding along him. I felt him hit my throat again and I worked hard not to gag. I was pretty good with mind over matter, but convincing my body that I could still breathe with a large erect penis in my throat was no easy task. Still I didn't make him stop as he tentatively thrust again. I made a sound and wrapped my hands around his thighs as he continued to thrust into my mouth, making me make silly noises every time he hit my gag reflex. He pulled back and panted as a string of spit bridged between my mouth and his glistening shaft. I took a deep breath and looked up at his wild face. "Sorry." He managed and I nodded, to busy breathing to tell him not to worry about it. Instead I turned in the chair and offered him a view of my ass. My skirt was up around my hips and my panties and garters matched to perfection. He obviously appreciated it as he ran his hands up my thighs and then pulled my legs apart, sending me tilting forward until I hugged the back of the chair and couldn't see what he was doing behind me. I could feel his fingers though as they ghosted over my slit, feeling the moisture through my panties. "Mm, having my cock in your mouth has made you this wet?" I blushed, but didn't protest, which was an improvement. I simply watched him as best I could over my shoulder as he pulled my underwear aside and ran his fingers over the line of my bare slit. I let out a small whimpering sound and clutched at the chair. He didn't give me any warning as he prodded the tip of his erection into my opening. I sucked in a breath and waited my body throbbing with anticipation. I heard him snicker and I tried to relax. All he did was prod me again and I made another small sound of protest. "What?" He asked. "Stop teasing!" I whined pushing my hips backwards. He pulled back and then pushed me forward and pinned me in place. "Grey!" I demanded. "What?" He said again, prodding me as I throbbed. "Inside! I want you inside me!" I growled and he chuckled. "I am inside you." "All the way!" I pushed against his hands as he rocked slowly, nothing but the barest hint of him inside my wet folds. "Grey! Fuck me!" I moaned and heard him laugh again. The movement stopped and I closed my eyes, waiting for the first thrust of him inside of me. It was gentle as he slid in me, slowly, an inch at a time until his hips met my ass. I squirmed and tried to move but he held me in place as he slid back out just as slowly and then in again. I wanted to scream from the frustration. The bastard was teasing me when all I wanted was to fuck. I opened my mouth to protest again but snapped it close as my eyes widened. His fingers curled over my ass as he kept up his torturous pace and then I felt one of his fingers probing at the tight ring of flesh. It made me tighten and then I felt a flush of embarrassment. Surely something like that didn't excite normal girls... The uncertain though flitted through my head as his finger pressed again this time to pop in and then out as if experimenting. I shuddered again and heard his breath take a hiss in. He had felt my body's reaction as he slipped slowly through me. "P-please hurry up!" I thrust my hips while his hands were distracted and he let out a sound of surprise, but it seemed to be enough to break him of his teasing. He pushed into me with a couple of quick thrusts, as if testing and then put more force behind it and worked himself into me. His finger went back to prodding at my ass and I moaned, thinking that it wasn't a bad feeling with him flying in and out of me. He found me accepting the touch and it excited him, making him get rougher as he pounded into me, our skin slapping together. I was starting to make noises as his cock hit the height of his strokes and he had abandoned his exploring in order to take possession of my hips and pull them back against him even as he thrust. Still it wasn't enough and he growled as I called halt. "Sit." I ordered and he was too concerned with getting back to work to argue. I straddled his lap and lowered myself over him, hand guiding his cock back into my flesh. I lowered myself until his was deep inside of me. I started moved, grinding my hips before I took off, jerking up and down, just to feel the friction of him. At this angle it was deeper almost painful, but I didn't go easy as I moved my hips. His hands found their way over my chest, where he massaged my breasts. I pressed against his hands and planted my mouth against his collar bone, my teeth and tongue working at the taught flesh, repaying him for the mark he had left on my neck. "Quinn." He rumbled and I knew the sound. I sped up, ignoring the protest of my muscles as I moved over and over, sweat slicking my body as it rubbed against his. The tight feeling in my abdomen simply grew and I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sounds that Grey was making and the feeling growing inside me. He was so close and I was getting there. With a sudden move we were on the floor and my knees were suddenly hiked up by my ears as Grey hammered into me with bruising force. I yowled and thrashed as he plunged deeply into me. I felt the catch and Grey smirked down at me, his expression utterly satisfied. "Oh fuck." I moaned and felt the wave break loose, spilling through my body, tightening my abdomen and making me scream out like an animal. It stole my sanity for a moment and I didn't care that we were in an apartment, or the fact that Grey's hot cum was pouring over my breasts and stomach. I hadn't seen him pull out... I hadn't noticed that we weren't using a condom. At the moment it registered but I didn't care. Even as his juices began to slide over my curves and cool to room temperature I lay there, dazed, listening to Grey who was slumped over me, heedless of the mess. "I love you too." I murmured and curled my hands into his hair, kissing him gently. "I want to hear that again when you aren't in post-orgasmic euphoria." I laughed and hugged on him, thinking that I wouldn't mind saying it again. It had felt good.