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[hadtimeofmylife]

Three years after high school and Quinn honestly never thought she'd be where she was right now. A well-known model. She had thought about college, even applied to a couple and got accepted, but a scout for a talent agency had approached her one day while she was out and said she had the face of perfection - even if she didn't believe him. The next

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[hadtimeofmylife]

Being busy with work, Quinn hadn't even known Sam was in the same career as her. She rarely had time to look at magazines or things like that unless they involved her and she only looked at them because her agent made sure to send her a copy every time. When the makeup lady walked away, Quinn blew a strand of hair that fell out of her face, thinking if it didn't work someone would fix it. Another woman came over and sprayed water across Quinn's cleavage, something she'd really never understand, but she was told it helped the photos.

Letting out a breath, she glanced around and had to do a quick double take when she saw him. Sam Evans. He was standing there, looking more gorgeous than ever and it then clicked in her head. He was the model she was working with. It was obvious by the way he was dressed or not really dressed. She felt her skin start to tingle and her cheeks suddenly flush. Even more so when the director of the shoot walked in and told them their first position together. Quinn was to lay on her back and Sam to lay over her, first looking at each other and another of Quinn looking away. It was a shoot for Victoria Secrets.

[imthenewguy]

A quiet clearing of his throat and Sam had the briefest of looks downwards, just glancing at where they sprayed water over her. She looked good, damn good. Sam was much the same as her though; he barely looked at magazines, only ever the ones with him in because of his agent. He was still a comic book guy; that was as close to a magazine as he would ever get.

He took steps towards her then and gestured towards where she was supposed to lay, a tiny - almost nervous - smile on his face. "Hey... uh, long time no see, Quinn."

[hadtimeofmylife]

"Um, hi. And yeah, long time no see," she said quietly before moving to the area she was to lay on, which was small cushions and fabric. She laid down, positioning herself on her back, her thighs spread for him to lay over her and one leg bent at the knee. Normally, this would be fine.. but it was him. And her heart was pounding in her ears just because of that fact.

[imthenewguy]

Sam stared down at her for a moment and he swallowed thickly. He was usually okay just getting close with the girls, having the photos taken and then moving on. It was a job and that was it. But this was Quinn. Quinn freakin' Fabray. His first love. His first... everything. She was right there, on her back, looking so incredibly sexy and he was supposed to get on top of her and between her thighs for the sake of photos.

He figured at least he wouldn't need to work on his poses. He was attracted enough to her as it was, they had enough chemistry as it was, without having to put in the effort. Another quiet clearing of his throat and he moved to settle on top of her. His legs between hers, his hips on her own, he braced his hands in to position to hold himself up a little. Immediately, he was gazing down at her much to the delight of the shoot director.

[hadtimeofmylife]

The director was very pleased with the chemistry he saw between them and told the photographer to quickly start taking pictures. Even though Quinn was pretty sure she stopped breathing the moment she felt Sam's hips against her own. She kept having flashbacks of their first time together, first time being intimate and even though she didn't know it, she was looking at him the same way she did that night years ago.

She was gazing up at him, completely lost in him before she heard the director's voice again, telling Quinn he changed his mind. He wanted her to hold the back of Sam's neck and for Sam to lean down so that it looked like they were about to kiss. Quinn let out a shaky breath and lifted her hand slowly, placing it onto the back of Sam's neck, giving a little squeeze, her other without even being told to, going to his biceps, also giving them a squeeze.

[imthenewguy]

The way she stared up at him was reminding Sam of the way she had looked up at him years before when he lost his virginity to her. So intense that it made him lose himself in her eyes, just gazing down with an intensity of his own. He barely even realised that he was pressing his hips down against her a little more than he would usually in a shoot. He just noticed her eyes. Always his kryptonite.

At the change of direction, Sam's lips parted and curved up in to a brief tiny grin, before he schooled himself back. Her hands on his felt just like back when they were together and it made his heart pound in his chest. Tilting his head downwards, he parted his lips and moved them a breath away from her own, looking as it his lips were about to close over her bottom one.

[hadtimeofmylife]

She had felt his hips press down more than need be against hers and it actually had a soft whimper coming from her, only one that she and Sam would hear. She let her eyes slowly slide shut when she felt his breath against her lips, her hands now squeezing his neck and arm, Quinn completely forgetting where they were and by what she whispered, what year it was. "Kiss me.." She didn't even really register what she had said, she was actually pretty sure she had said it in her head and not out loud.

[imthenewguy]

Her whimper made his eyes darken and a heavy feeling cloud his mind. Then she requested he kiss her and he didn't even think twice as he moved to close the gap. But, just as quickly as he had done there there was a clap of hands and the shoot director, wide smile on his face, gesturing about. He was saying how this was gold, how well they photographed together and how he wanted Sam to move a hand to put on her side, to really put an emphasis on the bra she wore. It was, after all, what it was advertising. So Sam shifted his weight to rest on one hand - his hips rolling down against her in the process - and splayed his other hand on her side.

[hadtimeofmylife]

She was sure her heart skipped a beat when she felt his lips against hers and she was arching up slightly against him. But the kiss was too brief and she cleared her throat as she heard the director and then felt Sam's large, strong hand on her side. Quinn then told to put an arm above her head and her other hand needed to then move to his jeans, a couple fingers linking into the waistband of them as if to look like she was pulling him closer while she had to look away from him and Sam needed to lean down as if he was about to whisper something in her ear.

[imthenewguy]

Sam did everything as directed, his back muscles flexing and straining as he leaned down. His breath hot on her ear, he did nothing for the first few photos other than lay there over her, breathing hot in her ear, his hips pressed to hers. He'd been on some interesting shoots in his time, but being this intimate with her didn't even feel like a shoot. It felt like he should be buried deep inside of her, bodies working together towards a very satisfying completion for them. But there were in a room with people looking, cameras flashing. It was a stage, even if the performace was very real.

A few shutter clicks and Sam let his lips brush against her ear before he whispered to her. "Never been this turned on on a shoot before."

[hadtimeofmylife]

Quinn tried to focus on anything, something besides the feel of Sam on top of her, his breath on her ear and his hips pressed against hers. She even just stared at a person's shoes that was in the room for a few minutes... until he whispered that. A little whimper and she slowly slid her eyes shut, the director saying that was good, it made it look like he just whispered something sexy to her. ... If only he knew. "Me either," she whispered back, giving a tug with her fingers looped into his jeans, one leg laying over the back of Sam's legs, the director also loving that.

[imthenewguy]

"You're gonna make it impossible for me to hide it," her leg over his felt good. Better than good, rather. He could far too clearly remember the last time he had a leg of hers wrapped around him. He'd been so nervous but excited, knowing it was all how it was supposed to be. The right girl, the right time. But the more he thought of the past and the closer they grew, the more his body ached to react. He tilted his head to brush the tip of his nose on her cheek, his breath now blowing against her lips.

[hadtimeofmylife]

The moment Quinn was about to close that distance between them again and press her lips to his, the director started calling directions again. Telling them they needed to change into another outfit. And poor Sam was going to have to be in just boxer briefs in the next set, Quinn in lingerie.

... And a bed was involved.

But a couple people came over, trying to pull Quinn and Sam apart and help them both up so they could change.

[imthenewguy]

Sam knew it was going to be his undoing being on a bed with her, both of them so close to naked if he didn't play it safe. A slow lick of his lips and he was up and off of Quinn, having to fight to resist the urge to touch himself over his jeans. He watched them help her up, and gave her a little nod before he asked how long it would take to set up the next shots. If he had long enough he could calm himself down, escape off to the bathroom with the image, feel and scent of her so clear in his mind.

Unfortunately for him, they were to shoot as soon as they were changed. So he was ushered off and changed himself in to the boxers. There was a touching up of his make up and hair, and he was being led out to the bed.

[hadtimeofmylife]

Quinn watched as he was ushered off, taking a few deep breaths, one person asking her if she was alright. Quinn nodded and just said the room was a little hot because her cheeks were flushed and her body warm. Being taken to her dressing area, she changed into a barely there see through black lingerie, with black panties underneath. She had her makeup and hair touched up before she was going out and saw Sam there already. She just needed to think of something else, something besides Sam in just boxers on a bed. Thankfully, the first few photos were of Quinn leaning against a bedpost and Sam laying on his back, meant to be watching her while Quinn gazed off into the distance. If all these pictures were like this, she knew she'd be fine.

[imthenewguy]

Sam swallowed thickly when she came out, sucking on his bottom lip even when he lay on the bed. He had one leg bent a little at the knee, one hand thrown over his chest as his other arm bent to tuck his other hand under his head. He stared at her intensely, not needing to act his way through that. He tried to focus though, picturing the least sexy things he could - thankfully he was still close to Puck. He'd seen the other guy a drunk, naked mess and it had scarred Sam enough to be the image he tried to call on as he stated at her.