Day Twelve - Finding A Room

[blade_slinger]

Who: Quinn, Kat
Where: His Room
When: Post-Party
Rating: R

Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: Quinn takes Kat back up to his room, and the pair get to predictable post-party activities.  There's a little stumbling block when the question of exclusivity comes up, but they smooth it over when the concept of collars come up and go for round two.

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[ashes_like_sand]

Kat reasoned she shouldn't be quite so ... aroused at this point. They hadn't done anything yet, but there was a very sizable promise of what they would do ... and the idea of it was enough to get her hot.

She slipped her cloak off her shoulders, draping it over his desk chair before she turned to face him, wearing nothing but the dress.

[blade_slinger]

Quinn looked Kat over, not entirely subtly. He hung up his jacket, revealing his black formal wear beneath, before advancing on her. His hands reached for her skin, running his fingers down her arms as his lips sought hers.

If nothing else, he certainly didn't have to be bribed into mouth kisses.

[ashes_like_sand]

Kat made a quiet noise against his mouth as her arms rose, settling over his shoulders as she lightly pressed her body to his. Her eyes fluttered closed and she returned his kiss lightly, then a little deeper. Her tongue stroked against his lips slowly, probing softly as her hands explored his shoulders.

[blade_slinger]

Quinn let his left hand settle on her waist as he deepened the kiss heatedly, his right hand hovering a moment to extract the blade from his sleeve. Breaking the kiss, his lips moved to her neck, shifting his body so he could trail the tip of the knife across the bare skin of her chest that was exposed by the low cut dress, slowly making its way up to the cord that held things together.

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Kat made a soft noise, pulling back and catching his wrist that held the blade. "It's not my dress," she said. Not that she thought Jaime would be put out if she returned the dress in pieces since she couldn't wear it anyway ... but it was the principle of things.

She wondered if he'd fuss, or if he'd get moody about being stopped, but ... she really didn't want him cutting the dress.

[blade_slinger]

"I won't," he promised quietly, and he pressed the flat of the blade into the palm of his hand before pressing his fingers between the cord and her skin and trailing them to where it untied, loosening it properly.

He could behave if he had to; he didn't have to cut everything. It was just more fun that way.

[ashes_like_sand]

"All right," she agreed, dipping her chin to watch his hand as he undid the cord of her dress. She was aware of how quickly she was breathing, how fast her heart was pounding.

Her hands moved to play over his shoulders, and her lips parted softly as she tilted her head, inviting him to reclaim her lips if he was inclined at all.

[blade_slinger]

Quinn took the invitation, claiming her lips hungrily. It occurred to him he should probably rid himself of his weaponry before he got to the part where he had to take off his clothes, but he'd get to that in a moment.

He let his hands brush over her bare skin as he kissed her, his blade still flat against his palm for the time being.

[ashes_like_sand]

Kat moaned against his mouth as she returned his kiss eagerly. Her fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt and she pulled lightly, insistently at it.

Her weight shifted slightly as she eased closer to him, wondering if they were going to make it to the bed, or if he simply preferred walls. Then she found herself wondering other things, more abstract things, before she tried to shut her brain off and just focus on the feelings.

[blade_slinger]

Quinn shifted so he could begin undoing his shirt, fingers working at buttons as he revealed more and more of his bare chest. He slipped the blade he had hidden up his other sleeve out and flung it at the desk behind her back, keeping the one weapon in his hand.

Breaking the kiss, he began to nuzzle a bit down her neck.

"Did you want to move?" he murmured against her skin, "There's a bed here, if you wanted."

He wondered how picky he really was.

[ashes_like_sand]

"Move from the middle of the floor," she murmured before she shrugged a little. "I guess that depends. Am I staying tonight, or ... should I head out when you're done with me?" she murmured. "Because unless you want me to stay ... the wall's fine."

She did have to grin a little at that. The wall's fine? Really?

[blade_slinger]

Quinn gave pause at that. He'd kind of just assumed she'd stay over, but maybe he shouldn't have.

"Did you not want to stay?" he asked quietly, pulling back to regard her.

His hands rested on her waist casually, as if he hadn't been doing anything just then.

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"Do you want me to stay?" she replied softly, her hands moving to rest against his upper arms, gripping them gently as she gazed into his eyes, regarding him right back.

She supposed it wasn't really fair to dodge the question like that, and she did want to stay ... so she nodded a few times.

[blade_slinger]

"Good," he agreed, "I want you to stay."

Well he must do, since he'd assumed she would. That cleared up, he began to lead her in the direction of the bed.

[ashes_like_sand]

Kat followed along willingly enough, her hands playing over his skin where she could reach him. She did wonder if he actually wanted her to stay, or if he would have wanted any warm body to stay with him.

She though he hadn't really been looking at any one else ... so maybe he was interested in her as opposed to anything vaguely female, as Jayne seemed to be interested in.

[blade_slinger]

Quinn smiled to her, and guided her down to the bed itself before moving to remove what there might have been left of the dress. Following that, he removed his shirt entirely, though he might not be getting much further than that for a while. He'd a mind to pay a great deal more attention to her than himself for the time being.