Session 11

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

Quinn suddenly awoke to the sound of banging on Spikes bedroom door.

"Oi, Spike, wake up! We're here!" Jets voice startled the two of them as their eyes shot open. Although they were both awake and responsive to the sound of Jets calls, neither of them wanted to get up.

The ship was no longer moving, and as Quinn listened to  the sound of Jet walking back down the hallway, she wished that Mars was further away than it was.

She was under the bed covers entangled with Spike. They were both laying on their sides with their foreheads pressed together.

Quinn had a hand tangled within Spikes hair while the other hand rested on his back. As jarring as it was to be woken up in such away, she enjoyed being able to awaken next to Spike.

God, was she falling for him? No, not a chance. She liked him of course, and lord did he know how to please her, but surely that was the only reason why she liked him... right? Besides, she was too busy for romance, and it seemed like he was too.

As Spikes hand gently caressed the side of her cheek, Quinn grew angry with herself for even beginning to contemplate the future they'd have together. What they had right now was lovely, but she knew it wouldn't last.

Quinn pushed her thoughts aside for a moment as the two of them began to sit up. She kissed him one last time in hopes that her feelings would linger a little longer. The enjoyment she felt when her lips locked with his was a moment truly worth savouring.

This was a moment in time she wished she could keep for an eternity, but again, the painful reality was that it was not going to last forever.

"We've gotta get moving before they start getting suspicious," Quinn stated as she grudgingly dragged herself away from Spikes lips.

The last thing she wanted the group to assume before she departed was that she was just another easy girl. After all the days of building up this tough persona alongside Spike, she didn't want that demeanour to fade away.

She had almost made a name for herself after all these months, and she didn't want her first, and only friends she had made during this time to think any differently of her.

"You're right," Spike frowned as Quinn pulled the covers back. Spike leaned over the edge of the bed as he picked all the clothing off the floor. He tossed them back onto the bed before switching on his table lamp.

Once the room was lit, Spike watched as Quinn reached for her bra.

"Wait a second," he playfully swat her hand away as she bent forwards.

"Can't I admire you for a little longer?" He asked as he leaned in to kiss her on the neck.

Quinn laughed as he dragged his fingers along her collarbone and down to her breasts.

"We've got to get going," she smiled as he began teasing her again. She sighed as he bit at the skin around her neck.

"Spike..." Quinn groaned as his hands trailed down the rest of her bare torso.

"Just a second," he replied, his voice muffled by her skin.

He moved his mouth from her neck, down to her collarbone before stopping at her breasts. His tongue swirled around the tips of her nipples as he alternated between the two of them.

"Spike please," Quinn grumbled as she dug her fingers into the softness of his hair.

"I thought you wanted to get going?" He teased as his fingers began tracing the skin around her thighs.

"Well you're making it very hard for me to want to leave," Quinn sighed as she ran her hands down the length of his back, stopping at his hips before pulling him in.

Without warning, Quinn flipped Spike onto his back before straddling herself on top of him. He gasped at the sudden movement, and as Quinn positioned herself overtop of his body, Spike couldn't help but grin.

"Very hard to leave yeah..." Spikes voice trailed off as Quinn began rocking herself against his hips.

She leaned down to kiss him as she felt hardness push up against the inner sides of her legs. As she planted soft kissed along his exposed neck, she squeezed his length between her thighs.

Spike inhaled sharply in response to the sudden pressure. His eyelids fluttered as she continued to tighten her legs together.

"Mhm.. just like that," he grumbled as his lip quivered. His cheeks were flushed red while his mouth hung open slightly. He looked eager for something more, and Quinn had a feeling she had what he wanted.

Spike grabbed her hips before guiding his length in-between the space of her thighs. He hadn't even entered her; yet if Quinn hadn't know any better she would've thought that he had.

By the looks of it, Spike seemed to be really enjoying the long, drawn out movements between her legs. But despite his obvious indulgence, he seemed starved.

She continued this motion for quite some time. Quinn wanted to see how long he'd last before he needed to be inside her. She could tell he was already growing impatient, but he was doing a good job at holding himself back.

"Let me fuck you already," Spike groaned abruptly as he dug his nails into Quinn's bare thighs. There it was. He wanted her, and now he was the one asking for it. It was music to Quinn's ears, and she smiled as his words left his lips.

"You gonna beg for it?" Quinn teased as she leaned in close to his ear. Spike chuckled.

"You may be on top, but you're wrong to think you're in charge," Spike retort, and while Quinn was bouncing in an upwards motion, he slipped his length forwards, and as she moved back down, she felt Spike thrust himself inside her.

Immediately, Quinn groaned as the sudden entrance pleased her desperate figure.

"Oh fuck me..." Quinn moaned helplessly as she continued to rock against his hips.

"That's a good girl," Spike huffed as he tilted his head back. Maybe she had gotten ahead of herself, but even then there seemed to be a softness to Spike. Maybe next time- if there was a next time, she'd be the one in charge, and boy did it seem like Spike wanted- needed it to happen. But for now, Quinn willingly submit to him.

"Just like that Quinn... yeah keep moving don't stop," he commanded as he kept a hand on her hip to guide her pace.

She groaned pleasurably as she rode him. In this moment in time absolutely nothing could have topped the pure ecstasy Quinn was feeling. Spike was intoxicating, and Quinn was falling victim to his charm.

Spike was restless as he continued to follow her pace, thrusting upwards whenever she came down. It was beginning to build her up, and she could tell it had the same impact on him.

"Do I make you feel good?" Quinn breathed heavily as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"V-very good," Spike stuttered as he inhaled sharply.

Quinn straightened her vision so she could get a look at him. His face seemed absent. He seemed to be so overrun with pleasure that nothing more than pure euphoria was coursing through his veins.

His staggering breath and his occasional suppressed moans were more than enough to convince Quinn that she was doing a good job.

She loved the way he felt inside her, and it was abundantly clear that he liked it too.

Spike seemed to enjoy holding himself back. He appeared to be very in tune with his limits, and as Quinn continued to ride him, she could tell he was struggling to keep his composure.

"I'm, I'm close," he suddenly stuttered as he bit his lip. Quinn was as well, but she knew she was going to need a little bit more of a push before she reached her edge.

"I don't w-wanna cum until y-you do," he groaned, but as he gestured for Quinn to slow down. Instead, she sped up.

"Wha- what're you doing," he grimaced as a loud, long-winded moan escaped from his mouth. Quinn's lips curled at the corners as she produced a devious smile.

"I'm gonna make you cum first," she half threatened as she continued to bounce along his length.

"Quinn... Fuck, that's not gonna take much.." he moaned as his body jerked upwards. His eyes closed as his breathing got faster and much heavier. He thrust into her hard as her speed became too much for him to handle.

"Quinn... Quinn I think I'm gonna-" his voice was cut off by a lengthy, steady moan as she felt his body tense beneath her. He pulled Quinn's body down onto his as he allowed himself to shamelessly drain himself into her.

Quinn watched as he spilled over the edge. She loved observing how his body stiffened and how his eyes fluttered open and close.

She adored how he twitched, and responded to every sudden movement she made. It was a wonderful site to see, but the moment was cut short  when she heard Faye bang her hand against the door.

"Lets go! I can't handle Mack's arguing for much longer, I don't care how much she's worth I swear I'm gonna kill her!" Faye screamed furiously as her fist pounded against the steel.

Luckily by then Spike had already came down from his high, although Quinn wished they had more time together. She hadn't quite got her fill yet, but it didn't look like there was much more the two of them could get away with without disrupting the plan at hand.

"Christ, we gotta get a move on," Quinn panicked as she removed Spike from inside of her before quickly scrambling to get dressed.

A soft, almost pathetic whimper escaped his lips once she hopped off of his lap.

"I owe you one," Spike heaved as he sat upwards.

"Damn right," Quinn chuckled as she threw on her clothing.

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