Log: Quinn and Grayson.
Who: Quinn and Grayson
When: Wednesday, January 18th, 2012.
Where: Grayson’s house
What: talking and making out.
They’d been going at it for a bit, but he couldn’t deny that he was kind of hooked on Quinn’s mouth. His tongue swept inside, massaging hers, and he started to push back, trying to get her to lay back on his bed. Tonight was totally the night and he couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
Quinn's cheeks were flushed as she continued to kiss Gray. This was much better than being stuck at her house. She slowly laid back on the bed and shifted beneath him. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans today, which was a little unusual since she mostly wore skirts. She let Grayson settle between her legs as she sucked on his tongue.
Gray started grinding against her, reaching down to wrap her right leg around his waist. He could feel himself getting hard and groaned as she started to suck. His hand came up to brush her hair out of her face before sliding down her neck and moving to cup her breast.
Quinn groaned quietly and pressed her leg into his back. She knew he was getting hard and she also knew she didn't want this to go too far. But she didn't want to stop him yet. She liked when he touched her breasts. She liked that he wanted her. She nipped at his bottom lip.
They rocked together in a slow rhythm. God, he was so hard. He palmed her breast a little rougher and pulled his mouth from her lips. He kissed along her jaw slowly, loving the way her breath was all labored as she panted lightly against his ear.
She was so turned on right now, but she needed to stop this. She needed to show him who had control overall. Quinn licked lips and then settled her hand on his chest, pressing it against him. "I think we should stop," she told him. She knew she needed to say this before any clothes came off.
Gray growled as he sat up a little. He didn’t stop moving his hips. Instead, he tweaked her nipple, looking down at her with hungry eyes. “Why?” He panted.
She tried not to react to him tweaking her nipple, but it was hard not to, especially when he was grinding up against her still. "Because I want to keep my clothes on." For now, she added silently. She pushed him back and scooted from under him until she was sitting at the top of the bed, her back against the headboard.
Rolling his eyes, Gray moved to sit next to her. “Like seriously? What the hell? I thought you came over for a reason.” He was frustrated and he didn’t do the talking thing. More and more, however, he found himself doing that with Quinn and it was starting to really not be worth it.
"I was bored," she said and then gave a small shrug. "But... I did want to talk to you about something. I'm just..." She sighed, trying to figure out how best to say this. "I'm tired of fooling around with you when, like, it doesn't mean anything. We're not... together or anything." Quinn kept her gaze on him and licked her lips, without even thinking about it.
He stared at her for a long time, waiting for her to get to the point. “Well, I told you I don’t like do feelings or clingy shit. So, what are you saying?”
Her lips pressed together for a moment. This wasn't going like she had hoped. But then, with him, what did she really expect? "I'm saying I don't wanna do this anymore if it means, like, nothing to you. Which, obviously, it does mean nothing. If I'm gonna be with someone, I want to be with them, like, dating. I'm done fooling around without it meaning anything."
Grayson rubbed his jaw. He hadn’t wanted to admit this, even to himself, but he kind of liked her. He didn’t want to stop fooling around with her, even though he would if she didn’t put out. “So, if I say this means something, then you’ll let me hit it?”
Quinn sighed and shook her head. "No. Not if you're lying to me. I just don't think you like me as much as I like you. And I think the only reason you'll agree is to get to sleep with me. I don't want that."
His eyes met hers and he couldn’t exactly lie to her about this. “I do like you. I wouldn’t tell you I did if I didn’t. That’s not my style and you know that. I wouldn’t put up with half the shit I do with you if you were just some bitch I wanted to fuck. There are plenty of bitches that wouldn’t make me work this hard. They’d be happy to just have me look in their direction.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m not going to tell you I love you because I don’t. Truthfully, I don’t know if I even believe in that shit, okay?”
Quinn met his gaze and listened to him. What he was saying was probably somewhat offensive, but she couldn't help feeling good about it. He did like her, and he didn't have to put up with her if he didn't want to. That was actually good to know. That he did want to be around her and not just get her to sleep with him. "You don't have to love me," she said softly, but it was a lie. She wanted him to love her. "I don't expect you to when we've only been hanging out for a little while. I just want you to care."
“I care enough to like you. How about that?” He asked because he wasn’t sure if he’d ever really care more than that honestly. He just wanted this conversation to be over. “You want to date or something don’t you?”
"Yes, I want to date," Quinn told him. "Because if we don't date, this stops. Because I don't want to do this stuff anymore with someone who isn't my boyfriend."
Grayson nodded slowly. He clearly had a choice to make, but if he were honest with himself, he’d known this was going to happen. He’d been preparing for it and even if he kind of hoped he could avoid it, he’d already decided. “If I agree to this, you’re going to stop being a tease right? Like you’ll put out on the regular?”
The thought sort of scared her. Yes, she wanted to have sex with Gray, have him be her first, but what if she hated it? Or felt bad about doing it after? Well... then she'd just have to break up with him if that happened. Quinn nodded. "Yeah. I will. But you can't rush me into it, all right? I want my first time to be... not like super special or anything, like some romantic chick flick movie, but... I don't want it to suck."
Smirking, Grayson snaked his arm around her waist and tugged her closer. His lips found her neck and he nibbled gently. “Babe, it definitely won’t suck,” he whispered into her ear. Sex on the regular with one chick was probably not a bad idea, at least for a little while. He’d been through most of the girls worth going through at McKinley. And he would have bragging rights because he popped Quinn’s cherry. So there was that. “Yeah, okay, I guess we can date,” he said slowly.
Quinn's eyes closed as she felt his lips on her neck. "It better not," she said softly. She just didn't want it to go badly so that she'd regret it. She opened her eyes and turned her head, smiling at him. "So, you're my boyfriend now, huh?" she asked, her tone playful and she kissed his lips. "I really do like that." She kissed him again.
Gray froze when she said the word, but slowly relaxed. “Yeah, guess so. So, can we get back to the grinding?” He asked impatiently, nipping at her bottom lip.
"Mmhmm," Quinn agreed with him and scooted down the bed before pulling him on top of her. She let him settle between her legs again. Her hand cupped his cheek as she kissed him.
When: Wednesday, January 18th, 2012.
Where: Grayson’s house
What: talking and making out.
They’d been going at it for a bit, but he couldn’t deny that he was kind of hooked on Quinn’s mouth. His tongue swept inside, massaging hers, and he started to push back, trying to get her to lay back on his bed. Tonight was totally the night and he couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
Quinn's cheeks were flushed as she continued to kiss Gray. This was much better than being stuck at her house. She slowly laid back on the bed and shifted beneath him. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans today, which was a little unusual since she mostly wore skirts. She let Grayson settle between her legs as she sucked on his tongue.
Gray started grinding against her, reaching down to wrap her right leg around his waist. He could feel himself getting hard and groaned as she started to suck. His hand came up to brush her hair out of her face before sliding down her neck and moving to cup her breast.
Quinn groaned quietly and pressed her leg into his back. She knew he was getting hard and she also knew she didn't want this to go too far. But she didn't want to stop him yet. She liked when he touched her breasts. She liked that he wanted her. She nipped at his bottom lip.
They rocked together in a slow rhythm. God, he was so hard. He palmed her breast a little rougher and pulled his mouth from her lips. He kissed along her jaw slowly, loving the way her breath was all labored as she panted lightly against his ear.
She was so turned on right now, but she needed to stop this. She needed to show him who had control overall. Quinn licked lips and then settled her hand on his chest, pressing it against him. "I think we should stop," she told him. She knew she needed to say this before any clothes came off.
Gray growled as he sat up a little. He didn’t stop moving his hips. Instead, he tweaked her nipple, looking down at her with hungry eyes. “Why?” He panted.
She tried not to react to him tweaking her nipple, but it was hard not to, especially when he was grinding up against her still. "Because I want to keep my clothes on." For now, she added silently. She pushed him back and scooted from under him until she was sitting at the top of the bed, her back against the headboard.
Rolling his eyes, Gray moved to sit next to her. “Like seriously? What the hell? I thought you came over for a reason.” He was frustrated and he didn’t do the talking thing. More and more, however, he found himself doing that with Quinn and it was starting to really not be worth it.
"I was bored," she said and then gave a small shrug. "But... I did want to talk to you about something. I'm just..." She sighed, trying to figure out how best to say this. "I'm tired of fooling around with you when, like, it doesn't mean anything. We're not... together or anything." Quinn kept her gaze on him and licked her lips, without even thinking about it.
He stared at her for a long time, waiting for her to get to the point. “Well, I told you I don’t like do feelings or clingy shit. So, what are you saying?”
Her lips pressed together for a moment. This wasn't going like she had hoped. But then, with him, what did she really expect? "I'm saying I don't wanna do this anymore if it means, like, nothing to you. Which, obviously, it does mean nothing. If I'm gonna be with someone, I want to be with them, like, dating. I'm done fooling around without it meaning anything."
Grayson rubbed his jaw. He hadn’t wanted to admit this, even to himself, but he kind of liked her. He didn’t want to stop fooling around with her, even though he would if she didn’t put out. “So, if I say this means something, then you’ll let me hit it?”
Quinn sighed and shook her head. "No. Not if you're lying to me. I just don't think you like me as much as I like you. And I think the only reason you'll agree is to get to sleep with me. I don't want that."
His eyes met hers and he couldn’t exactly lie to her about this. “I do like you. I wouldn’t tell you I did if I didn’t. That’s not my style and you know that. I wouldn’t put up with half the shit I do with you if you were just some bitch I wanted to fuck. There are plenty of bitches that wouldn’t make me work this hard. They’d be happy to just have me look in their direction.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m not going to tell you I love you because I don’t. Truthfully, I don’t know if I even believe in that shit, okay?”
Quinn met his gaze and listened to him. What he was saying was probably somewhat offensive, but she couldn't help feeling good about it. He did like her, and he didn't have to put up with her if he didn't want to. That was actually good to know. That he did want to be around her and not just get her to sleep with him. "You don't have to love me," she said softly, but it was a lie. She wanted him to love her. "I don't expect you to when we've only been hanging out for a little while. I just want you to care."
“I care enough to like you. How about that?” He asked because he wasn’t sure if he’d ever really care more than that honestly. He just wanted this conversation to be over. “You want to date or something don’t you?”
"Yes, I want to date," Quinn told him. "Because if we don't date, this stops. Because I don't want to do this stuff anymore with someone who isn't my boyfriend."
Grayson nodded slowly. He clearly had a choice to make, but if he were honest with himself, he’d known this was going to happen. He’d been preparing for it and even if he kind of hoped he could avoid it, he’d already decided. “If I agree to this, you’re going to stop being a tease right? Like you’ll put out on the regular?”
The thought sort of scared her. Yes, she wanted to have sex with Gray, have him be her first, but what if she hated it? Or felt bad about doing it after? Well... then she'd just have to break up with him if that happened. Quinn nodded. "Yeah. I will. But you can't rush me into it, all right? I want my first time to be... not like super special or anything, like some romantic chick flick movie, but... I don't want it to suck."
Smirking, Grayson snaked his arm around her waist and tugged her closer. His lips found her neck and he nibbled gently. “Babe, it definitely won’t suck,” he whispered into her ear. Sex on the regular with one chick was probably not a bad idea, at least for a little while. He’d been through most of the girls worth going through at McKinley. And he would have bragging rights because he popped Quinn’s cherry. So there was that. “Yeah, okay, I guess we can date,” he said slowly.
Quinn's eyes closed as she felt his lips on her neck. "It better not," she said softly. She just didn't want it to go badly so that she'd regret it. She opened her eyes and turned her head, smiling at him. "So, you're my boyfriend now, huh?" she asked, her tone playful and she kissed his lips. "I really do like that." She kissed him again.
Gray froze when she said the word, but slowly relaxed. “Yeah, guess so. So, can we get back to the grinding?” He asked impatiently, nipping at her bottom lip.
"Mmhmm," Quinn agreed with him and scooted down the bed before pulling him on top of her. She let him settle between her legs again. Her hand cupped his cheek as she kissed him.