Why the hell not.quinnpuckermanMarch 13 2012, 02:21:37 UTC
Quinn pushed Lip into the closet of the fraternity house quickly, trying to make him disappear before anyone else noticed he was there. This was a big night for Aaron's house, she couldn't imagine him being there was a coincidence. The fact that he had been nearly downing drinks as he cross the room to her the moment he walked in? Also probably not a coincidence. The original plan had been for the other to go out the door, but she had panicked at the last minute upon seeing a group of guys coming in. Lip would definitely have been seen.
She pushed the boy in before following quickly on her own, wanting an explanation. "What is your problem?!" she whispered harshly.
Upon entering the frat house Lip had immediately picked up a probably forgotten drink, spotting Quinn almost instantly. The red cup was just about to reach his lips before she was beside him and pushing him into a smaller space, something he didn't necessarily fight, perhaps out of laziness. The assumingly quality wealthy frat house beer spilled over Lip's hand some, making him wipe it against his jeans.
"The most immediate one? You spilled my drink," it was said with an airy, almost invisible smirk. There was a pause as he took a pull from the cup, eyes glancing around the room she pushed him into. "Also? I'm in a closet. What's your problem?"
Quinn just rolled her eyes and pushed him back hard against the wall, the expensive dress she wore showing how the toned muscles in her arms flexed as she did so. This was supposed to be the night she and Aaron became whatever form of official there was, and she just knew Lip was going to blow it...or maybe she had somehow wanted him to? Either way, him walking through that door brought the previous weekend and the life she was trying to hard to get way too close together.
"You weren't invited, you don't belong here, and you better keep your mouth shut." The desire-driven and carefree Quinn from the laundry room was gone, and had quickly been replaced with the girl willing to walk on whoever she needed to get to the top of the social pyramid. This was the last semester of college, she was so close and Aaron would be the final boost.
The closet was dark aside from the light that had been pulled when they first entered, but she could sense his smirk. Ugh, he frustrated her.
The sudden push took him off guard, but the smirk never left his lips. He wasn't necessarily out to ruin her life or fuck with Aaron's, Lip simply heard of a party from the apparent sister sorority of Aaron's fraternity. Good beer, perhaps a good fight. But he knew Quinn would be here. And he knew she'd hate to see him here, and the idea of talking her into fooling around within the confines of her own beau's house was increasingly appealing. If she turned him away, whatever. It happened. But the concept was too tempting to turn away from.
As she spoke, Lip lifted the drink to his lips again, lowering it to his side when she finished, instantly it was forgotten. He stepped into her, advancing into her personal space, "I'll keep my mouth shut." And he was purposely talking about a whole other topic, really not dancing around his ideas for them tonight. He stepped in further, leaving little space between them as his finger danced over her clearly expensive dress. "Important party?"
Quinn's glare only hardened when he started to step toward her, walking her back until she was against the coats on the other side of the closet with coats so she was pressed into the fabric. She definitely looked the part of typical sorority girl, though a hint of class went with it most of the other girls lacked. The hem fell to her mid thigh and the neckline plunged but was formed so her chest was somewhat covered. "You're ridiculous, you know it is," she replied, not as easily calmed by him stepping closer as she had been in their previous meetings.
"Sure. Frat parties are always important," mocking threaded through his words easily. His gaze left her's to trail around the closet again, catching the instructions on the back of the door. He shook his head a little bit as he muttered, "Of course." But his all together expressionless face turned back to her. "Any good?" he asked. "I didn't get a lot of time to fully enjoy the atmosphere," he continued, the mocking still there. While he wasn't a terribly antagonistic guy, he was enjoying this, but that could be chalked up to the proximity.
Quinn rolled her eyes at that. "This one is," she shot back. This was important to her, because Aaron had invited her and it was going to be official, until Lip showed up. Her fingers pressed up to shove his shoulders, trying to get him to back away and get to the other wall in the position he had been in before. "I'm going to leave. You're going to wait five minutes, and then you're going to leave. I'm going to go back with Aaron, and you're going to go steal free booze to go pass out in the ally or whatever it is you actually came here for. Got it?"
Her push was foreseen that time, so his shoulder only moved a bit but his feet stayed firmly in place. The plans she laid out for them made Lip raise his eyebrows with a laugh, "In that whole sea of pronouns, only free booze really stood out to me or whatever it is I came here for." However drinking himself into a nice alcoholic poisoning doesn't seem too bad, hell, going back to his dorm to finish his mountain of course work sounds more appealing than hanging around a frat party. But as far as Lip was concerned, he wasn't in a frat party. No, he was in a closet with Quinn. They always seemed to run into each other, he figured why not take advantage of that. "It's called seven minutes in heaven, Quinn, not seven minutes in strategic avoidance of the boyfriend," he motioned his hand around them, pointing out where they were.
"What are you talking about?" she asked incredulously, raising and eyebrow and getting her hands to her defined hips. "Of course I'm going to avoid my boyfriend right now, the last thing I want is him, or anyone else, seeing me with you!" She turned around, assuming he was as on board with the plan as he was going to get, and started pulling at the door to get back into the party, only finding that it wouldn't budge. She continued, pulling at it again and tugging as she twisted the handle each and every way she could get it to go. "Stupid falling down frat house," she cursed under her breath, pulling at the door enough that she was nearly pulling all her weight against it. When that still proved to be pointless, she turned to Lip. "Open the door, Lip."
"Worried my presence with you will tip them off about your not-so-pious behavior? Toning down the shrill is probably step one toward nonchalance," he offered, downing the rest of his beer before tossing the empty cup somewhere behind him while she worked on the door. Lip raised his brows when she demanded he open the door, "Open the door? And ruin all the fun I'm having in so-called heaven?" He leaned in closer to her, tapping the instructions on the door with one hand, still not looking away from her. "Besides, you've gotta play by the rules." And with that he was pulling an assumingly squirming Quinn into him, pressing his lips to her's without hesitance as the familiarity was too great by now.
As per usual, Quinn fought him at first. She resisted, squirming in his arms and pushing at his shoulders with her palms as her legs went out so she could try and drop away from him. His hold was firm, though, almost like he had expected it, and her efforts were completely futile. Her lips were mashed against his and for the first moment as she tried to fight, her lips moved only to give verbal protest. 7 Minutes in Heaven? What was he talking about? Her eyes had caught sight of something on the back of the door, but she hadn't thought anything of it. A result of her trying to talk through the kiss, Quinn bit into his lower lip tightly, though her hands had stopped pushing at his chest, almost like the protest was almost done.
In their current standing, Lip honestly didn't think much of her protesting. Quinn was a strong girl, if in her heart of hearts she didn't want this he figured he would know it, she would let him know it. But currently her attempts at pushing him off went unrecognized through his strength and determination. His hands had moved up to her jaw, giving him more control over the kiss, but her bite, however unintentionally, made Lip emit a growl into her mouth, turning to press her against the door. One hand lowered to the skin of her neck and drifted down the neckline of her dress. He could feel her trying to verbalize her protests and he simply let her keep trying, allowing her to get it out of her system as he knew she would. Even still, he nipped her own lip as a basic reaction.
does this work for friday night?quinnpuckermanMarch 14 2012, 22:18:53 UTC
Quinn pushed against his shoulders and gave an unpleased whimper when it was her lip between his teeth instead of her biting him. She was protesting,but it was weak and she could have stopped him if she had really wanted to. As it was,she just thought she wanted to. It was the location more than anything else,and the fact that he was moving in under the pretense of Seven Minutes in Heaven. He had some nerve. She pushed his shoulders again as she really only ended up pushing herself back against the closet wall into a couple of coats. Really? He was going to push his luck?
She broke the kiss for a split second,if only to glare at him before he was moving in again. Her knee lifted, honestly considering kneeing him between the legs until he let up,but that moment never came. Instead it ended up more a rough nudge to his crotch that had a bare slim knee almost massaging as her upper half still tried half-heartedly to push him away.
perfect, actually :DgfydadMarch 15 2012, 11:57:27 UTC
He glanced at her under heavy lidded eyes, only allowing her to pull away and break their kiss for a brief moment before pressing his lips to her's once again. Generally it was in his nature to spit out a half-mocking comment regardless of the pressing situation, but he didn't dare give her an opportunity to come to her senses. When Lip felt Quinn's knee raise up he braced himself for a cheap shot, but thankfully she didn't knee him and instead the move worked against her, leaving him to mutter a groan against her lips.
Lip's hands fell to her waist as he pressed himself against her fully. One palm wandered down to grab her ass gracelessly, he figured if he would be reduced to making out in a frat house closet, he may as well do it right.
I'm not against having two threads going, though. If we come up with something else to playquinnpuckermanMarch 15 2012, 15:14:06 UTC
((Also, you don't mind that she's kind of fighting him, right? Obviously she's not saying no outright and she obviously doesn't actually want him to stop...))
It was his hand against her ass that caused her to squeak and push forward, nudging her knee a bit more tightly to his crotch before it was falling to let her foot back to the floor. His skilled hands had her hips flush to his, even as she squirmed to give some mild attempt to get herself away from him. He really had the perfect plan, his mouth attacking hers for heated kisses she returned, even as she gave shoves to his shoulders to tell him to stop, and his hands tugged their hips together while she created the friction as she tried to get away.
Something was mumbled into the rough kiss, though even Quinn didn't completely believe it was stop, and another nip was given to his lip as she made some effort to turn her head away...though maybe it was more for a breath than anything else.
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She pushed the boy in before following quickly on her own, wanting an explanation. "What is your problem?!" she whispered harshly.
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"The most immediate one? You spilled my drink," it was said with an airy, almost invisible smirk. There was a pause as he took a pull from the cup, eyes glancing around the room she pushed him into. "Also? I'm in a closet. What's your problem?"
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"You weren't invited, you don't belong here, and you better keep your mouth shut." The desire-driven and carefree Quinn from the laundry room was gone, and had quickly been replaced with the girl willing to walk on whoever she needed to get to the top of the social pyramid. This was the last semester of college, she was so close and Aaron would be the final boost.
The closet was dark aside from the light that had been pulled when they first entered, but she could sense his smirk. Ugh, he frustrated her.
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As she spoke, Lip lifted the drink to his lips again, lowering it to his side when she finished, instantly it was forgotten. He stepped into her, advancing into her personal space, "I'll keep my mouth shut." And he was purposely talking about a whole other topic, really not dancing around his ideas for them tonight. He stepped in further, leaving little space between them as his finger danced over her clearly expensive dress. "Important party?"
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She broke the kiss for a split second,if only to glare at him before he was moving in again. Her knee lifted, honestly considering kneeing him between the legs until he let up,but that moment never came. Instead it ended up more a rough nudge to his crotch that had a bare slim knee almost massaging as her upper half still tried half-heartedly to push him away.
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Lip's hands fell to her waist as he pressed himself against her fully. One palm wandered down to grab her ass gracelessly, he figured if he would be reduced to making out in a frat house closet, he may as well do it right.
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It was his hand against her ass that caused her to squeak and push forward, nudging her knee a bit more tightly to his crotch before it was falling to let her foot back to the floor. His skilled hands had her hips flush to his, even as she squirmed to give some mild attempt to get herself away from him. He really had the perfect plan, his mouth attacking hers for heated kisses she returned, even as she gave shoves to his shoulders to tell him to stop, and his hands tugged their hips together while she created the friction as she tried to get away.
Something was mumbled into the rough kiss, though even Quinn didn't completely believe it was stop, and another nip was given to his lip as she made some effort to turn her head away...though maybe it was more for a breath than anything else.
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