Session 17

{smut warning! If you don't like this kind of stuff please skip to Session 20}

The jazz club was loud, almost painfully loud, but after downing four drinks Quinn had successfully eased herself into the night. She let the music take her away while the smoke filled club filled gave her a pleasurable head rush.

It had been quite some time since she had listened to live music like this. Quinn always found herself to be too busy for the jazz club scene, and even when she did have the time, she didn't particularly enjoy going on her own.

Quinn watched the show lights flicker through the hazy air while the performers played flawlessly along the stage. The club was packed, and Spike and Quinn were lucky to have a seat at a table near the back.

"Spike," Quinn nudged him in the shoulder, breaking him from his music induced trance.

"Hm?" Spike quickly turned to Quinn who was fiddling with her cellphone.

"It's nearly twelve thirty I have to get home," Quinn announced loudly as she began gathering her things. Spike gave her a sour look as she stood up from the table. Her seat was immediately taken by another patron just moments after she had walked around to Spikes side.

"Come onnnn don't be such lame business woman," he teased as he playfully pulled at her hand.

"Spike, I'm being serious," she laughed drunkenly as she swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Come on, walk me outside," Quinn stammered as she pulled Spike out of his seat. Spike was surprisingly eager to follow her. Quinn wasn't expecting him to respond to her tugging so fast, and as his arm followed the movement of her strong pull, her energy shot herself backwards.

Quinn shouted in surprise as she stumbled over her own feet. 

"Careful!" Spike called out as he threw his arm forwards, locking his hand around her outstretched arm before swooping his other hand around her back.

The movement was so swift and so sudden Quinn wondered if it actually even happened. But as she stood there with her weight unevenly distributed between one of her legs, and Spikes arm, she blushed as the romantics suddenly came to light.

"Oh god, whatever would I do without you," Quinn teased as Spike helped her regain her balance.

"Fall over, probably," he mocked. Quinn laughed as she graciously held onto his arm. 

Quinn was horribly drunk, and Spike seemed to be as well, but despite his obvious intoxication, he seemed to be able to be handling his alcohol much better than Quinn was. 

As Spike led her out of the club and out onto the sidewalk, it was safe to say that Quinn's ability to think logically had completely gone out the window. As she allowed the crisp, night air to fill her smoke filled lungs, a sudden adrenaline rush coursed through her veins.

"So what's the move now, boss lady?" Spike questioned as he eyed the passing pedestrians that made their ways down the now almost empty sidewalks.

"I need to sleep, but I reallllly don't want to," Quinn laughed as she continued to keep herself wrapped around Spikes arm.

"Should we get you home then?" Spike asked as he allowed Quinn to lean her weight against him.

"I think so," she nodded as she rested the side of her face against his shoulder. She definitely didn't want to go home; at least not on her own. She knew if she was sober there was no way in hell she'd be hanging off Spikes arm like a child, but unfortunately she was too far gone to even begin to care about her morals.

"I'll get you a cab," he announced as he pulled his cellphone out of his coat pocket.

"Can you come with me?" Quinn asked as she childishly tugged at his coat sleeve. She blushed once she realized what she had just said.

She didn't know how he'd respond to such a question, and Quinn didn't entirely know if she knew what she was asking him for. Was she asking him to come home with her? Or did she simply need someone to make sure she got back safely. 

"Do you really need an escort?" Spike slurred happily as he effortlessly summoned a driverless cab through his cellphone.

"Well you don't just ditch a drunk girl on a street corner and call it a night," she retort playfully as she watched an autonomous taxi light up down the street.

"If you insist," Spike shrugged as Quinn happily swayed underneath the light of the streetlamps. She was happy with his reply, and she was glad he didn't interpret her question the wrong way. She simply needed him to take her home; not spend the night, although, Quinn wasn't sure if she'd mind if Spike were to take the second option. 

 As the duo stood under the warm glow casted by the streetlamps, Quinn admired how beautifully the surrounding lights decorated the vacant streets. 

The city was gorgeous at this hour, and Quinn was delighted to be experiencing such a scene with someone she had secretly been dying to see for ages. Of course she would have said differently if she were sober, but sober Quinn was nowhere to be seen, and for all she cared, sober Quinn was dead for the night. 

Once the cab had arrived, Spike and Quinn were quick to jam themselves into the back seat of the car. Quinn quickly programmed her address into the driverless vehicle while Spike made himself comfortable in his seat. 

The streets were no longer full, but traffic was still moderate. They'd be lucky to make it home in under 15 minutes. As the cab pulled away from the curb, Quinn removed her coat before leaning back into her seat. 

"Hey, you ever play pool?" Spike asked as the cab sped pass a local billiards club.

"Maybe once or twice, I'm quite good for a beginner," Quinn shrugged lazily as Spike carefully leaned himself against her side.

"Oh yeah? Ok well next date I'm challenging you to a game," he pressed, and Quinn rolled her eyes dramatically.

"You think you've earned a second date now huh?" She teased as Spike rested his head against her shoulder.

"Second date? Looks like you've already decided this was our first. Told ya I'd get you by the end of the night," he grumbled jokingly. Quinn huffed in defeat. She didn't really know if she considered that night to be a first date, but she also didn't know what to consider it if it weren't.

The next few minutes of the ride home were quite calming. They didn't talk too much after their initial conversation, and as the cab made it's way down the traffic filled streets, Quinn noticed Spikes head getting heavier and heavier on her shoulder.

"Don't you dare pass out on me," Quinn snickered quietly as she playfully pushed Spike off of her arm. 

"Hey, you think I can't handle my alcohol?" He retort, pulling himself away from her as the cab came to a stop at a red light.

"I think you can't handle yourself, period," Quinn mocked as she gestured towards his disheveled figure. His jacket was barely hanging off the back of his shoulders while his tie hung loosely around his neck. 

"Handle myself? In which way?" He scoffed as the cab continued through the intersection.

"In every way possible."

"You think so?"

"I really think so," Quinn laughed. Spike smirked as he settled himself back into his seat. 

"You say that, but try being in my position," he shrugged, turning his head forwards. Quinn watched as he stared absently out the front window. 

"Your position?" Quinn questioned.

"And what position would that be?" She added as Spike quickly darted his eyes towards her. He paused for a moment as he observed her figure. 

"Listen, I don't wanna set some sorta mood or anything, but Quinn, I'm drunk, it's late, we're going back to your place and I haven't seen another woman and ravishing as yourself since I left this planet six months ago," he mumbled, before quickly turning his head away from her.

Quinn blushed as she chewed the skin along the inside of her lip. Whether or not he truly didn't want to set the mood, he definitely had. Quinn liked the way he looked at her, and she liked how nervous he was acting. 

"You don't think I'm in the same position?" She retort flirtatiously. A tension had grown between them, and Quinn was quick to benefit from it. Spike turned to face her once more. His face was flushed red and his expression was twisted between frustration and desire. 

"Don't taunt me Quinn, I swear I'll-" Spike began, but he cut himself off before he lost control. 

"God, maybe I did have too much to drink," he mumbled through a laugh, but Quinn desperately wanted him to continue his sentence.

"No, finish your thought," Quinn urged, but Spike seemed adamant with his decision. 

"No no, I'm stopping myself, I'm too far gone to produce any coherent thoughts worth sharing," he laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head. Quinn was drunk, frustrated, and horribly curious. 

"There's no need to be shy," Quinn raised an eyebrow as she playfully poked him in the arm. 

"I'm not shy," Spike flinched at Quinn's touch. He was visibly blushing, and Quinn was having fun trying to pry the information out of him. 

"Come on Spike... tell me," Quinn demanded hungrily as she leaned inwards before throwing her jacket onto the ground. 

"Quinn-" Spike began to say, but his thought was cut off once again. The cab had came to a sudden stop causing the two of them to lurch forwards. Spike threw an arm out in front of Quinn as the abrupt halt caught her off guard. 

Quinn had been slightly tossed to the side, and while she struggled  to maintain her balance, she noticed how close she had moved towards Spike. His arm was extended to the side as he held onto the left side of Quinn's body. 

They were silent for a moment as Spike removed his arm from her side. Quinn leaned in even closer, and while the cab remained stationary at the red light, she raised a hand to his face.

"Tell me Spike, tell me what you wanted to say," Quinn urged erotically as she brushed a hand over his blushed cheek.

His eyes were glowing under the surrounding city lights, and as her hand slowly left his cheek and traveled down his neck, Spike leaned in close to her ear. Quinn shivered as his lips brushed against the base of her neck.

"I swear I'll fuck you right here in this cab," Spike mumbled, sending chills down the length of Quinn's spine. She smiled as his words finally left his lips. 

"Spike..." Quinn's voice trailed off as he kissed the skin along her neckline. His kisses were passionate, but they weren't gentle. He sucked, and bit at her skin aggressively, and Quinn was sure he was leaving marks. Quinn allowed her hands to trail along the length of his back, but as his kisses got closer and closer towards the cleavage she had subtly exposed through the neckline of her top, she began to worry. 

"We can't do this here," she sighed impatiently as she gently pushed him away from her. As much as she wanted to do something, she knew it was a bad idea to do it in the cab. She hadn't thought about their location while she was flirting with him earlier. She now wished she hadn't been so pushy, because now she was stuck in a situation where she needed something that she could not possibly discreetly receive.  

"Why not? I mean, it's not like anyone's in here but us," he pleaded as he leaned in once again.

"Spike," Quinn rolled her eyes in frustration as she pushed him away.

"There are cameras in here, and I'm almost positive we'll get caught," Quinn hissed under her breath as she darted her eye's towards a blinking blue light that was placed directly above the front passenger seat.

"You're gonna let that little thing hold you back?" He asked through a laugh before shooting Quinn a judgmental glare.

"Well, yeah," she chuckled as she ran a hand through her hair. Suddenly, Spike leaned forwards and reached for her purse that was sitting on the bottom of the car floor.

"What're you doing?" Quinn asked as he began rummaging through the contents of her bag.

He remained eerily silent as he sifted through her belongings. Quinn had no idea what he was doing or what he was about to attempt, but by the look on his face when he pulled out stick of gum from her bag, Quinn knew whatever he was about to do wasn't going to be good.

"Here," Spike tossed Quinn her bag as he unwrapped the piece of gum. She raised an eyebrow as she caught her purse in her arms.

"If you wanted a piece you could've just asked for it," she laughed as she set the bag back down on the floor. She watched as Spike popped the gum into his mouth before aggressively chewing away at it.

"No need to rush, I'm sure the gum isn't going to go anywhere," Quinn teased as she watched him toss the empty wrapper onto the ground. A few second passed as he continued to chew.

Once the cab had stopped at a red light, Spike leaned forwards over the back of the passenger side seat.

"What the hell are you doing-" Quinn began to ask, but her question was soon answered as she watched  him take the gum out of his mouth. He placed the sticky mass on the tip of his finger before squashing it overtop of the blue flashing light. Quinn's jaw dropped once he had successfully covered up the camera.

"Spike, no way you just did that," she questioned as he settled back down in his seat.

"Looks like I just did," he shrugged.

"But they're not going to be doing much looking," he chuckled as he gestured towards the gum covered camera.

Quinn could not believe what she was witnessing. Were his actions really that insane? No, but they were unhinged and horribly trashy, and for some reason his cockiness was becoming more and more appealing by the second. Now that the camera was taken care of, Quinn found herself growing increasingly desperate for his touch.

"Surely that thing records audio," Quinn quickly pointed out as Spike began to move in closer towards her.

"Then I guess you'll just have to be real quiet," he smirked as he leaned in for a kiss.

As soon as Quinn felt his lips hit hers, she knew she was a goner. Something about his touch just drove her insane, and she was almost embarrassed to admit that he was the last person she'd slept with. Needless to say, she was starved, and she felt like Spike was the only person in the galaxy who could satisfy her insatiable appetite. 

She didn't say much, and she didn't think much either. She let his hands freely wander her skin as the cab gracefully weaved it's way in and out of traffic. Spike continued to kiss her while she propped her back up against the door. She lifted her legs up onto the seat while she rested the back of her head against the tinted, glass window.

Spike carefully crawled on top of her as his hands explored her exposed thighs.

Quinn was grateful she had worn a skirt to work that day.

Quinn moaned at his touch, but he was quick to silence her as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. His kisses were sloppy, and he tasted off alcohol, but Quinn loved every second he spent with his lips planted on hers.

She loved the feeling of his tongue swirling inside her mouth, but she couldn't help but wish he'd move his mouth elsewhere. Quinn shivered at the thought of his head between her thighs. Spike was quick to notice her sudden eagerness, and before he pulled his head back, Quinn swore she could feel him smirk while he gave her one last kiss. 

He had one hand tangled within her hair while the other groped her ass and thighs. It was clear he wanted her too, and Quinn didn't want to waste anymore time with trivial familiarities. 

"Spike, please put your fingers to good use," Quinn begged quietly as she ran her hands along the back of his neck.

"Say please," he taunted as he slipped his hand beneath her skirt.

"Fuck, Spike, please," Quinn groaned quietly as he began tugging the fabric of her skirt upwards.

"Make it a full sentence," he grumbled assertively as he pulled the article of clothing up to her hips exposing the lower half of her body.

"Please Spike, I want your fingers in me please," Quinn pleaded softly as he stuffed his hand between her thighs before spreading her legs apart.

Quinn could hardly keep herself composed as he ran his fingers along the wetness that had formed behind her underwear.

"You're so ready for me, aren't you?" Spike chuckled as he slipped his fingers beneath the thin fabric before making contact with the skin hidden underneath it.

"Mhm," Quinn mumbled as she bit her lip.

Spike ran his fingers along her slit, making sure to occasionally pass over her clit. Quinn would tense every time he grazed over it, and Spike seemed to enjoy watching her squirm for him.

"Does it feel good when I do that?" Spike teased as he ran his finger over her clit once more.

Quinn tensed again before responding. His touch was unbearably satisfying, and she almost hated how well he was able to please her.  

"Y-yes," she stuttered sloppily before he placed his finger back overtop of her clit. This time he didn't move past it. He kept his finger overtop of the spot as he began rubbing circles around it. Quinn immediately felt her body melt at his touch. 

"Oh god Spike, yeah just like that," Quinn moaned under her breath as she dug her hands into his hair . Her eyes rolled back as he continued the soft, circular motions. It felt so good to be touched, and it felt even better to be touched by him specifically. He was so good at pleasuring her, and Quinn wondered how he acquired such a skill. Most of the men in her life weren't able to please her in such away let alone even find her clit. Spike was a special case, and Quinn never wanted him to go away again. 

Suddenly, without any warning, Spike swiftly slipped his other hand beneath her underwear before digging two of his fingers inside of her.

"SPIKE!" Quinn exclaimed loudly through a sharp inhale.

"Quiet," Spike hissed, but Quinn was too overrun with satisfaction to think about any consequences their actions might lead them too.

"Fuck, I- I can't stay quiet, Spike it feels too fucking good," Quinn cried out as he curled his fingers upwards inside of her.

"Come on, keep your voice down. I know you can do it," Spike teased as Quinn slapped her hand over her mouth. She moaned loudly into her palm as she rocked against his fingers.

"I'm gonna need you to be quieter for me," Spike threatened as he increased the speed of his movements.

"Fucking hell Spike you're not making it very easy," Quinn's curses were muffled by her skin as she kept her palm glued to her lips.

He was fucking with her, and Quinn could tell he was getting of on it. She liked that he was in a power position, and she liked how he bossed her around. after hours spent at work telling others what to do, it seriously turned her on when someone turned the tables on her.

"Spike don't stop, p-please," she mumbled quietly before noticing how close they were to her apartment. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this good let alone the last time she orgasmed. She wanted to cum so bad, and she wanted to cum before they made it home.

As Spike continued to finger her, Quinn felt herself slowly beginning to build. She knew the last time she came had to have been no less than a month ago, and due to that fact, she knew her orgasm was going to cum sooner rather than later. 

"How're you feeling?" Spike taunted as Quinn maintained a steady rocking pace along his curled fingers. 

"R-really g-good," Quinn stammered as her voice quietly trailed off. She allowed her head to fall to the the side while her mouth hung open. Spike was building her up fast, and she was embarrassed by how quickly he was going to make her finish. 

"You're getting close, aren't you?" Spike smirked as his fingers curled, and twisted within her.

"Mhm," Quinn nodded. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she felt a familiar tingling sensation begin to build within her abdomen.

"Spike I'm really fucking close," she replied sluggishly as she felt her body go limp. As the cab rounded the final corner and began approaching the street out front of her building, Quinn prepared herself for her break.

Her body was relaxed as she allowed Spike to carefully move himself within her. She was seconds away from finishing, and Spike could tell she was almost at her limit. 

"Gonna cum for me?" He asked as the cab began to slow down.

"Yes, Spike.... I'm gonna.... I'm gonna-" Quinn's voice got louder and louder as the feeling within her stomach got stronger and stronger.

She felt herself reach her peak, and just as she was about to finish, the cab stopped, and Spike ceased all movement.

Quinn immediately opened her eyes as the lights in the cab flickered on. Spike crawled off of her as he pulled her skirt back down.

She didn't say a word. She couldn't believe he had stopped.

"Looks like we're here," Spike smiled deviously as he peeled the gum off of the camera before opening the door and tossing it out onto the ground.

"You've got to be kidding me," Quinn huffed as she felt her heart begin to return to its regular pace. Her back was still pushed against the door while her legs shook on top of the seats.

Spike carefully reached over to collect her coat and her bag, and while he exited the cab, Quinn watched pathetically as he casually adjusted the noticeable stiffness that had grown beneath his jeans.

"Come on," he stated as he leaned his upper half into the cab door before extending his arm outwards. Quinn grabbed his hand as he helped her out of the cab.

"You're just gonna leave me hanging like that?" Quinn huffed angrily as Spike walked her towards the front door of her building. She had a feeling that Spike was going to continue his job at some point, but then again he was quite an unpredictable man. 

"What kinda guy do you think I am?" He chuckled as Quinn placed her hand along the finger print reader that was placed outside the lobby doors. There were a thousand different responses Quinn could have used to retort, but she chose one that she didn't think would ruin the mood. 

"Well you've definitely left me once before," she raised an eyebrow as the glass doors swung open in front of them. 

"Not this time," he smirked as he followed Quinn into her building. 

The lobby was empty, and as Spike accompanied her to the elevators, he wrapped his arm around her back before lowering his hand down towards her hips. 

"I've owed you one for quite sometime," Spike mentioned as Quinn summoned an elevator to the lobby. 

"And I promise you you're going to get what you've been long awaiting for," he added as pulled Quinn closer to his side. 

"Promise?" Quinn questioned as the elevator doors opened ahead of them.

As soon as they entered the shaft, Spike slammed Quinn's back against the wall before straddling her by the hips.

"I promise," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her.