Session 10

{smut warning pls skip to Session 12 if you aren't comfortable with this kind of stuff!}

When Quinn awoke again, she wasn't in the living room. The last memory she had before falling into Spikes arms was Mack shrieking, Faye laughing, and the fact that she had the mask in her pocket. She felt like utter garbage, and she swore she had never felt so bad in her entire life. Her head ached, yet her body felt fine despite how hard she had been tossed around in Mack's ship.

As she groggily reached her hand into her pants pocket, she noticed the mask was no longer there. In a panic, Quinn shot upwards and began scanning her surroundings. She was in Spikes room, and on his desk sat the mask.

Quinn let out a sigh of relief before quickly allowing herself to fall back down onto the pillows. Surely she had slept enough, but a few more minutes of shut eye wasn't going to kill her.

But as her head had hit the pillow, the sound of the bedroom door being pulled open caught her attention.

She turned her head towards the entryway, and understandably the person who was entering was none other than Spike.

As he closed the door behind him, Quinn saw that he was carrying a glass of water in one hand, and in the other, his fist was clenched. He was holding something, and as Quinn sat upwards, he opened his palm to reveal two small pills.

"I take it you're probably in quite a lot of pain," Spike assumed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah," Quinn half smiled as she graciously accepted the water and the medicine. Her head was indeed pounding, and although the rest of her body felt relatively fine, she had taken quite the hit back on Mack's ship and she knew the pain would be setting in soon.

"Thanks," Quinn announced before taking both pills in a single gulp. Spike smiled as Quinn tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Where's Mack?" Quinn inquired.

"Tied her up in one of the hallways," Spike replied, and Quinn choked on her water.

"Are you being serious?" She laughed as she pictured the poor girl all tied down most likely screaming her lungs out. She was not one to take defeat well.

"Dead serious," he replied playfully. Quinn laughed, and as her and Spike exchanged grins, she noticed that the ship was in motion.

"Are we headed back for Mars?" Quinn asked, and Spiked nodded.

"We wont be there for a couple hours, but we already notified authority of our arrival," he assured, and suddenly a weight had began to lift from Quinn's shoulders.

This was it. Her running had finally came to an end and the idea of seeing Mack behind bars filled Quinn's mind with joy.

She wondered what her face would look like when police finally cuffed her, and she wondered how many lawyers she'd have to hire. But the evidence Quinn, and the rest of the group had against her was quite frankly indisputable. It was a case Quinn was going to win for sure.

"You excited to go back?" Spike asked, and Quinn noticed that the typical coldness in his voice had suddenly melted. His tone was smooth, genuine, and easy on the ears. Quinn wished she could listen to Spike talk like this forever.

"I think so," Quinn shrugged as she set her empty glass down on his nightstand.

"Although, I feel like I'm going to miss the thrill this life has brought me," she added, and Spike seemed to understand what she met.

"I mean, if you're not too busy with work, we could always use someone like you during more high risk missions," he suggested, and for the first time Quinn saw the cowboy genuinely smile.

"What? Are you gonna miss me or something?" Quinn nudged him playfully. Spike rolled his eyes before scratching the back of his head.

"Maybe," he shrugged through a soft laugh before turning his head away in embarrassment. Quinn was surprised that she wasn't met with a witty remark for once. It was almost jarring how quickly his demeanor had changed.

"It's always nice working alongside a woman as tough as yourself," he complimented, and Quinn felt her heart flutter.

"Thanks, I could say the same about you," Quinn replied. It was incredibly strange to be connecting with Spike in this way, but ultimately she didn't mind the warm feeling it brought her.

"I think I'd like to take you to that jazz club I went to last night. Maybe then I'd be able to actually enjoy the music. Y'know, being viscously stared down by a psychopath really ruins the mood," he suggested, and Quinn was rather quick to accept his offer.

"I think I'd like that. Hope I can fit you into my schedule," she teased. Spike smiled as he yawned and stretched his arms over his head.

"Tired?" Quinn asked rhetorically. Spike nodded.

"I tried to nap on the couch but Faye and Mack have been screaming at each other for the last hour and I don't know how much more I can take," Spike admit, and Quinn didn't find that hard to believe.

Mack was as un-confrontational as a person got, but when she did let her feelings bubble to the surface, they usually had been brewing within her for quite some time. Mack was probably ranting about something or someone, and Quinn figured it was about her.

Of course her anger would be directed towards Quinn, but she knew Mack was one to take it out on someone else. Faye seemed like the kind of girl who enjoyed that stuff as well. She assumed that they were going at each other's throats in good fashion.

"Did you need me to leave? You can sleep here if you need to," Quinn offered, but Spike shook his head before kicking his shoes off at the foot of the bed.

"Your company isn't a bother," he began as he stood up and switched off the lights.

"Yours isn't either," Quinn replied as she shuffled inwards. Spike laid down on his back along the outer edge of the bed while Quinn took the side that was pushed against the wall. The bed was just barely big enough for the both of them, meaning that they were slightly squashed together.

Quinn didn't mind his presence, in fact she quite enjoyed it. As she dozed off next to him, she wondered what he possibly could've been dreaming about. She wondered what thoughts raced through his head while he tried to make himself comfortable, and she wondered if any of those thoughts involved her.

It was a stupid question to ask herself anyways. Spike was a naturally smooth talker (from what she was able to observe anyways) and Quinn was just another girl he had came to know.

She would've been surprised if he was thinking about her in more than a friendly way even though he had just informally asked her out. Regardless, it didn't stop her mind from wandering, and as she began to slip back into sleep, she felt herself moving closer and closer towards Spike.

...

No more than an hour had passed when Quinn awoke in Spikes bed. She was under the covers sleeping on her side with her face turned towards the wall.

Spike was sleeping on his side as well. She only knew this because he had the entire frontside of his body pressed up against her back.

He had a hand placed on her hip while the other rested above her head. Her heart raced as soon as she opened her eyes. It was dark, and the only sound she could hear was Spikes heavy breathing along the back of her neck.

The scene was horribly intimate, and Quinn couldn't help but notice a familiar hardness pressed against her lower back.

She bit her lip as she thought about his hands along her body. She wanted it to desperately, but she didn't quite know if he wanted it too.

Obviously she could feel that he wanted something, but then again it was typical for a guy to be hard before waking up.

Quinn moved slightly, almost involuntarily. She had pushed her back against him gently in a small attempt to wake him up. He moved slightly in response, but he wasn't quite awake yet.

Quinn moved again, and suddenly she heard his breathing pattern change. As he stirred behind her, Quinn pushed her lower back against him one last time. To her amusement she heard a small, pleasurable exhale leave his mouth.

"You're doing that on purpose," he mumbled through a yawn as he pulled her hips towards him. She flushed red. Had he been awake all this time? Did he feel all those tiny movements? Where those movements even on purpose? They were. As much as Quinn wanted to pretend like they weren't, she was far to excited to keep herself still.

Now that he had reciprocated movement, the tension in the room suddenly disappeared. The mood was most definitely set, and Quinn had a feeling she was going to get what she so desperately wanted from him.

"Am I really so transparent?" Quinn teased sensually before harshly grinding her backside against his front. She heard his breath shake as she continued to taunt him.

"What makes you so eager?" Spike challenged playfully as he moved his hand up the front of her torso.

"I could ask you the same thing," Quinn replied once his hand reached the area beneath her breasts.

"Ok, ask me the same thing then," he replied facetiously as his hand pawed at her chest. Her breath faltered as he ran his fingers over her breasts.

"What makes you so eager, Spike?" Quinn asked shakily while his hands continued to explore the front of her body.

"I'm not quite sure," he whispered in her ear before slipping a hand beneath the waistband of her pants.

"Feels like you want something from me," Quinn half whispered as she felt Spikes fingers pass overtop of her underwear.

She moaned softly as he moved his fingers between her thighs. Even though there was clothing between her legs serving as a barricade for his fingers, the feeling of his touch along her thighs sent pleasurable chills throughout the entirety of her body.

"I figure there's something you want from me as well," Spike taunted before pushing himself against her.

"Oh I could think of something yeah," she chuckled sensually before turning around to face him. She grabbed him by the hips before pulling him towards her.

Spike breathed heavily into her neck as she ground herself onto him.

"Can I kiss you?" He suddenly asked as he pulled his face away from her collarbone.

"Please," Quinn replied before pushing her lips onto his. When he kissed her, she felt her entire body melt into his. It was so sudden, yet so expected and she didn't quite know how to feel.

She was enjoying it for sure, and as Spike pushed his tongue into her mouth, the butterflies she had been feeling in her stomach periodically over the last few days had suddenly moved to the area between her thighs.

She was ridiculously hungry for him, and she wanted nothing more than to fuck him right then and there.

They kissed for sometime while she allowed his hands to freely venture her body. As she wrapped her legs in between his, he suddenly rolled her onto her back. Spike positioned himself on top of her before running his hands across her chest.

"May I feel a little more?" He asked as he tugged on the fabric of her shirt.

"Yes," Quinn replied as she helped him remove her shirt. Once it was off, he unclasped her bra before placing both hands over her breasts.

He touched her body however he pleased before bringing his lips to her chest. He planted his tongue along one of her breasts before dragging it overtop of her nipples. She inhaled sharply as the feelings sent chills down her spine.

Spike could tell she liked when he teased her this way, so he continued to touch her. He alternated between each breast before Quinn found the sensations becoming to much. She needed more, and she made it clear to Spike that she wanted him.

"Take my pants off," she begged as she thrust her hips upwards.

"Only if you help me take off mine," he negotiated lustfully before pulling Quinn's pants over her hips and down her legs.

She helped him unbutton his pants while he removed his jacket, shirt, and tie. She couldn't help but enjoy the almost animalistic behavior Spike presented while ogling her naked body. Once his pants were off the only thing separating their two body's were their underwear. Spike was quick to pull Quinn's off, but he kept his on for little while longer in attempts to tease Quinn's racing mind.

As she ran her fingers overtop of the fabric beneath his waist, she bulge that was hidden beneath it made her shiver.

"Please," she mumbled as playfully ran her hands back and fourth overtop of his underwear.

"Give me a chance to help you first," he agreed as he slipped his fingers between her thighs. She moaned as he teased the wetness that had grown between her.

"Touch me," Quinn begged pathetically. Spike laughed before bringing his lips next to her ear.

"Beg," he stated, and Quinn crumbled at his command.

"Please touch me Spike, please," she moaned helplessly as he ran his fingers over her entrance. Quinn groaned as her emptiness tormented her. All she wanted was to feel him inside, and she was willing to go any length for it.

"Finger me please I'm begging you," she moaned impatiently as she once again pawed at the hardness between his legs. 

"Please make me feel good-" Quinn pleaded, but her begging was suddenly interrupted as Spike plummeted his fingers inside her. She almost felt like screaming when he seamlessly began hitting his fingers against the most sensitive spot within her.

"There ya go," he smirked as his brought his other hand between her legs. Quinn groaned as he ran his other fingers between her folds. She twitched when his thumb passed over her clit.

"Oh, that must've felt good," he chuckled slightly before returning his finger to her most delicate area.

"Oh god," Quinn croaked as her eyes rolled back into her head. Never had she ever met a man who was able to perform both of these acts flawlessly, let alone at the same time.

Spike was now proving that his arrogance had a limit. He hadn't even allowed himself to enter her yet and here he was spending all this time making sure she was feeling good.

"How does that feel ?" He asked, but Quinn's helpless moans answered the question for her. His fingers flawlessly pleasured her from within while he thumbed at her clit. Her eyes stayed rolled back as she moaned and gripped the sheets beneath her. 

Suddenly, Spike leaned inwards before removing his finger from her clit. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and as he began sucking and teasing along her most sensitive bundle of nerves, she screamed with pleasure.

"J- Jesus Christ S- Spike," she stammered tenderly as his tongue brought her closer and closer to her edge.

"Tell me how you feel," he demanded as he lifted his head from between her legs.

"Good good good," she repeated sloppily before pushing his head back down.

"Hey hey!" Spike grunted angrily as he lifted his head against her force.

"What makes you think you're in control?" He taunted assertively. Quinn's lip quivered as a small whisper left her mouth. Spike had ceased all movement while he awaited a reply.

"What's that?" Spike demanded vigorously as he dug his nails into her thighs.

"SORRY!" Quinn yelped pleasurably as she bit her lip.

"Good, now tell me what you want, and make sure you ask politely," he stated, and Quinn once again began to beg.

"Please Spike, make me feel good please!" She pleaded feebly.

"There we go," he chuckled before stuffing his head back between her thighs.

Quinn's body began to tense as his speed increased, and as he maintained his pace, she felt a familiar pressure begin to build within her stomach. 

"D-don't you w-want something i-in return?" Quinn stuttered as her peak quickly approached. She hadn't had an orgasm in months, and she almost felt embarrassed that Spike was getting her there so fast.

"I want to bring you to your edge first," he announced and Quinn began to feel the inside of her tremble. If he wanted to get her there, it wasn't going to take much more.

"You're, Spike, uh, you're, you're, g-gonna, m-make me," Quinn could hardly form a full sentence. The pleasure was too unbearable and Spike was quick to pick up on it.

"Gonna what?" He taunted.

"I'm gonna cum," Quinn stammered as she felt herself reach her peak.

Spike stopped just before she was able to finish. Quinn's breath hitched in her throat once his fingers left her body.

"D-don't stop," Quinn frowned as she grabbed at his hand for more.

"Don't worry I'll get you there again," he promised as he began removing his underwear. It was dark in the room and Quinn couldn't visibly make out a single thing about him. She mainly relied on touch, and when she reached her hand out to feel him, she couldn't contain her gasp.

"Does this feel like enough for you?" He taunted as he allowed Quinn to drag her hand along the entirety of his length.

"More than enough," she gulped as she felt a sticky wetness drip from the tip. He was just as eager and she was, and she didn't know how much longer she could wait.

"Please put it in," she begged again, and this time Spike didn't need her to continue on pleading.

In a matter of seconds he pushed himself deep inside her. Quinn yelped pleasurably as his entire length filled her up.

"F-fuck," Quinn groaned as she thrust himself in and out of her. He was big, maybe too big, but it didn't matter much anyways. He was hitting the right spots with ease and Quinn didn't care how bad it hurt.

"I hope I'm not hurting you," he staggered through the shakiness of his breath. He must've sensed her tenseness.

"A little, but I like it," Quinn admit, and his speed began to pick up.

Spike had placed himself overtop of her now. His hands were above Quinn's head while she kept her hands planted on his hips, guiding him.

"You feel so good," Spike moaned as he continued to fuck her.

"Y-you too," Quinn moaned loudly before bringing a hand to between her thighs. She placed a finger on her clit while Spike worked on the other part of her.

"Oh my God," Spike groaned and Quinn could hear the sound of his fingers digging into the pillow beneath her head.

"You feel so fucking good," he grumbled through heavy breathing. His speech was slurred and his breath was heavy. With every move he made Quinn felt every inch of him hit inside her. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and considering how close she was before he had stopped, she knew she had no chance of lasting any longer.

Quinn was silent for a moment before she began repeating Spikes name over, and over again.

"S-spike, spike, spike, I'm- I'm gonna," Quinn mumbled softly as her body began to shake.

"You're gonna cum aren't you," Spike  stated, and Quinn mumbled a quick yes.

"I want to feel you when you finish," he announced and Quinn nodded her head.

"Keep fucking me," she begged softly, and Spikes pace picked up.

"Oh fuck," Quinn's voice trailed off as her breaking point quickly approached.

"Wait slow down please I'm gonna cum," Quinn asked, but she knew Spike wasn't going to stop.

"Slow down? Scared you can't handle me?" Spike mocked, and Quinn answered through moans. She was scared. She didn't know how hard she was gonna cum and she was almost worried about it despite how good it was most likely going to feel.

"I'm gonna," Quinn trailed off again.

"I'm gonna cum," she added as she grit her teeth. The familiar feeling of tension building within her abdomen threatened to release at any moment, and with one final thrust, she came.

She didn't speak nor did she announce that she had reached orgasm. The sounds she let out were more than enough to tell Spike that he had successfully finished her off.

She road the pleasure out for quite sometime, and she basically screamed throughout the entirety of it. The feeling was amazing, and it lasted for a considerable amount of time. She swore it had been at least 10 seconds already, and while she was still feeling the inside of her contract with pleasure, Spikes thrusts suddenly began to falter.

"You feel so fucking good Quinn," he groaned as she continued to tense around him. Her orgasm had felt so good, and she was beyond happy that she could share the feeling with her partner.

"Jesus, you're gonna-" he bit his lip cutting himself off. His breathing was heavy, and his pace was sporadic. He was going to have to let go soon whether he liked it or not.

"Please cum for me," Quinn whimpered as he gripped the pillow case beneath Quinn's head. His grasp was strong and she could feel the fabric pull within his strangling grip.

He managed to hold on for a little while longer despite being at his edge. Eventually, Quinn knew he couldn't hold it any longer.

"Quinn you're gonna make me-" he cut himself off as he body began to tense. His thrusting stopped  as he suddenly grabbed Quinn by the hair. He pulled hard as he finished inside of her.

His moans weren't as pathetic as Quinn's, but they were just as hungry. His pleasure was apparent, and as his grasp gradually loosened around Quinn's hair, he pulled himself out of her.

She groaned as she felt the last of his length slip out. She moved herself over on the bed as she made room for Spike to lay down next to her.

No more words were spoken between them as they both came down from their highs. The butterflies Quinn had been feeling for the last few days never went away as they both lay beside each other. As their breathing slowly returned to normal, they fell asleep together.