Session 19

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

Quinn awoke the next morning to the screeching sound of her alarm clock. She shot upwards in her bed before yawning, and switching the device off. She quickly let her head fall back into the pillows as the eager morning sun peaked in through her half opened curtains.

She pulled her bedsheets over her eyes as she rolled onto her side.  She stretched her arms outwards expecting to feel a body next to her, but as she ran her hands overtop of her sheets, she realized that Spike was no longer in bed with her.

For a moment, Quinn thought she had dreamt the entire night, but as she buried her face into her pillows, the lingering scent of his cologne told her she hadn't been dreaming. The entire night was real, and Spike had yet again vanished from her life.

She exhaled slowly into her pillows as she balled her hands into fists. She couldn't believe that she had trusted him again. Her heart sank deep into her chest as she rolled onto her back. She sighed solemnly before pulling the bed covers away from her eyes. The ceiling wasn't interesting, nor was it in anyway entertaining, yet Quinn found herself staring absently at it for quite some time.

The sun was rising quickly, and as its light continued to push through the curtains, Quinn felt her eyes begin to moisten. She didn't want to cry, and she didn't want to be upset. She wanted to be strong, but she knew that this was going to kill her.

Had he really left without a word of goodbye? Were his apologies that night all a ruse? Quinn didn't know what to think. She almost felt like she was missing something. She trusted her gut and she truly believed he had changed. Of course her instincts weren't always correct, but this circumstance felt different. How could her judgment be so wrong?

She held back tears as she slowly sat upwards. She looked to the floor where his clothes had been last night. Her skirt and blouse were still there, and to her surprise, his white, button down dress shirt was left behind.

For a moment she wondered if it was one of her tops, but as her eyes shifted towards the black tie that lay next to it, she knew that it was his. She stared at the clothing articles for a moment. Her mind was blank. As she stared, a familiar scent began to waft into her bedroom.

She paused as the smell bounced around in her head. Something smelt really good... was Spike making breakfast? Had she judged his character too quickly? Quinn scoffed in disbelief as she quickly hopped out of bed. She was still naked from last night and for some reason the robe she usually wore was missing.

In a hurry, she quickly swiped up Spike's shirt from the floor before slipping it over her arms. Spike was quite a bit taller and larger than Quinn, so his clothing was a bit of an awkward fit. She let it hang off her shoulders as she slipped on a new pair of underwear. Once she was (mostly) dressed, she quickly fixed her hair in the mirror before scrambling out of her bedroom.

She followed the delicious scent into the kitchen where she found Spike, shirtless holding a frying pan over her stove top.

Her judgment last night was correct. She hated that she doubted herself, but in all fairness, anyone (regardless of the odds) would have felt the same way as her. Maybe it was a defense mechanism. Instead of hoping he was still there, she automatically assumed he had betrayed her yet again. Quinn often assumed the worst, but luckily this time around, the worst did not come. In fact, this was most likely the best outcome possible.

"You're up early," Quinn teased as she made her way into the kitchen. Quinn's voice immediately caught his attention, and when he turned his head to look at her, he blushed before returning his gaze back to the frying pan.

"Don't you think that's a little cliché?" He laughed nervously as he focused his attention towards the sizzling bacon that was jumping within the pans cast iron surface. Quinn laughed softly as she came up behind him.

"Don't act like you don't like what you see," she snickered as she placed her hands on his hips. She stood on her tip toes as she kissed the back of his neck.

"Well there's not much for me to see when you're hiding behind my back," he retorted playfully as he turned his head to face her.

Quinn smiled as their eyes locked. He kissed her on the cheek before turning his head forwards again.

Quinn's stovetop was nestled into a massive island that sat in the middle of her kitchen. Quinn made her way around the island before taking a seat on one of the many barstools that sat parallel to the stove's location.

She rested her elbows along the countertop as she slunk her body forwards. She watched Spike cook across from her. Every so often he'd look upwards, and then down to below her neck before immediately blushing and returning his gaze back towards the stovetop.

"What's got you so shy?" Quinn teased as she propped her elbow up on the countertop. Spike looked up at her once again as she cupped her chin in the palm of her hand.

"What makes you think I'm shy?" He questioned with a smirk as he transferred the bacon onto a plate. Quinn stared at him intently as she watched him crack two eggs over the same pan.

"I dunno," Quinn yawned as she stretched her arms over her head.

Spike looked towards her as she deliberately exposed her bare chest. She grinned seductively as she made eye contact with him.

"You are cruel," Spike exhaled sharply as he watched the eggs sizzle on top of the pan. Quinn was so grateful that he hadn't left that morning. She didn't know how'd she be getting along if he had disappeared again, and even though the initial scare had shaken her that morning, she was content with his presence and she was glad she had more time to mess with him.

Quinn made them both coffee as she continued to traipse around half naked throughout her kitchen space. Spike seemed terribly eager, but his current occupation stopped him from proceeding with any advances.

"Just you wait till after we eat," Spike warned as he slid the cooked eggs onto two bacon filled plates. Quinn smirked as she brought the two coffees over to her dining table.

"And just what am I waiting for?" She questioned sarcastically as she set the mugs down onto the glass tabletop.

"Let's eat first, and then you'll find out," Spike smiled devilishly as he handed Quinn her plate. Typically, she tended to skip her first meal of the day, so Spikes sudden burst of culinary expertise was a nice gesture to wake up to. Before digging into her meal, she thanked him for cooking. It was a simple dish, but it was delicious nonetheless.

As they ate, Quinn asked Spike lots about what his life was like back on the Bebop. Apparently things had been great ever since they had claimed Mack's bounty, and Faye had even managed to win quite big at a casino a few nights prior to Spikes sudden appearance at Quinn's office. Unfortunately she had already spent a large amount of it on races, but according to Spike, she was slowly winning back her losses. She truly was an impulsive girl, and even though they didn't particularly get along, Quinn missed seeing her.

Spike also mentioned that Jet had met a nice girl on Mars, and that he often visited for days at a time. That meant that Spike was going to be around town for quite some time, but even that wasn't a guarantee. Despite all commitments and plans, he never seemed to stay in one spot for long. Nothing was ever 'set in stone' with him, and Quinn worried if she'd ever be able to accept that trait.

Regardless, Quinn understood why he never stayed in one area for long. He was a bounty hunter after all, and if he ever wanted to make money, it meant that he always had to be on the lookout for new cash grabs. Quinn didn't find bounty hunting to be respectable work, but it was work nonetheless.

As they continued to talk, Quinn learned more and more about his life. He didn't have many hobbies, but Quinn found that he was really into pool, rock music, drinking out, and (although it was quite obvious) he admitted that he had quite the nicotine addiction. Luckily, unlike the early 20's, cigarette smoke no longer harmed the lungs. Nowadays, the act of smoking came with little downsides other than the fact that they were ridiculously addictive. Anyways, Quinn couldn't judge that factor. No one was perfect, and she had her flaws as well.

"So what's the plan for today?" Quinn asked as she shoveled the last bits of her food into her mouth.

"Not sure yet," Spike mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee. Quinn picked up their empty plates before bringing them over to the sink.

"Any chance you'll be around Venus this afternoon?" Quinn asked. Spike shrugged as he followed her from the dining room.

"Most likely not. Jet's been wanting to spend time with his girl for awhile. I don't see us leaving for another few days," Spike admit as he helped Quinn clean the dishes.

Quinn, although excited to have some time to herself, was hoping that Spike would be around. She knew she had the entire afternoon off, but she wasn't really wanting to spend it alone, especially now that he had wandered back into her life. It wasn't like she was going to be lonely without him, but after months of not having him around, Quinn found herself desiring more of his time.

Despite her eagerness, she didn't want to ask him to come along. That was too forward. She was disappointed in herself for not having the courage to ask, but she figured she'd see him again sometime sooner rather than later. After all, he was  going to be staying on Mars for a little while longer anyways; or at least she hoped he'd be staying.

As Quinn washed the last of their dishes, Spike wrapped his arms around her hips. He kissed the back of her neck as she switched off the tap. Once the water had stopped, Quinn tried to pull away from the sink. Spike didn't let her leave. He let his hands wander from her hips, up to her rib cage.

Quinn sighed happily as he pawed at her exposed breasts.

"Spike," she grumbled as he continued to kiss along her neck.

"I've gotta get to work," she chuckled playfully as she pulled away from his grasp. Spike groaned as she began walking towards her bedroom.

"Oh come on Quinn, don't play with my emotions like this," Spike huffed facetiously as he followed her into the hallway. Quinn was absolutely in the mood for more fun, but she wanted Spike to fight for it. She loved playing hard to get, even when it went against her own desires.

"I've got to get ready!" Quinn shouted from down the hall before rounding the corner into her room.

Spike continued to follow her. Once Quinn was in her room, she slipped Spikes shirt off of her shoulders before tossing it back to where she had found it earlier. Spike entered the room while her back was turned, and as she made her way towards her closet, Spike stopped her by grabbing her arm.

"Spike-" Quinn groaned in frustration, but her words were cut short. He turned her around, kissed her, and pulled her into his arms. Quinn pressed her naked body against his bare chest while his hands caressed the lower half of her body. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as he tugged her underwear downwards. Quinn was thoroughly enjoying his touch, but she knew she didn't have too much time to give up.

"Spike, I really have to go," Quinn moaned through kisses as she tried to break free from his grip.

"Just spare me a few minutes," Spike grumbled as he pulled Quinn's underwear down past her hips. They dropped to the floor as she stepped out of them. She sighed as she allowed him to lead her to the bed.

Spike picked her up by her hips before planting her on the edge of her mattress. Spike eagerly laid kisses along her collarbone and neckline. While he kissed her, Quinn tilted her head away from his. Across from her and behind Spikes back was her massive, full body mirror. She stared at her reflection for a moment as Spike ran his hands over her bare torso.

"What're you so fixated on?" Spike questioned through a laugh as he turned his head around. His eyes widened when he noticed the mirror.

Quinn's eyes moved between her reflection and the reality that was in front of her. She didn't know what Spike was planning, but judging by his expression when he turned to face her, Quinn knew she was in trouble.

"I know you have to get going soon," Spike stated before returning his lips to  her skin.

"So I promise I'll make this quick," he laughed. The vibrations of his voice on her skin caused Quinn to shiver with anticipation. Spike grabbed Quinn's hands and led them towards his hips.

While they kissed, Quinn unbuckled his belt. Spike was quick to remove his jeans, and while he pulled his boxers down past his hips, Quinn slid her hand over his hardened length.

Spike moaned into her mouth as his body shuddered beneath her touch. Quinn smiled as she tugged Spike onto the bed. He effortlessly pinned Quinn's back to the mattress while she squirmed desperately for his touch.

Once Spike had laid her down, he positioned himself overtop of her before leaning down to kiss her. For a while, they stayed like this. Quinn ran her hands through his hair while she sucked, and bit at his lips. Suddenly, Spike placed his length between her thighs. Quinn moaned as he ran his tip over the wetness of her slit.

"S-Spike," Quinn mumbled shakily as she tugged at his hair.

"Is there something you want?" Spike questioned slyly as he quickly thrust himself into her. Quinn yelped in pleasure as he forced her to take his entire length all at once.

"Yes! Spike, yes..." Quinn cried as he began pushing himself in and out of her.

"Does that feel good?" Spike smirked as he lifted his head away from hers.

"Mhm," Quinn mumbled as her eyes fluttered open.

She watched Spikes expression twist as he began fucking her harder. His hands dug into the pillows on either side of Quinn's head while she held onto his hips. She guided his pace, but she hardly needed to help him. Spike had only slept with her a handful of times, but he seemed to already know everything about her body. He knew all the spots that turned her on, and he was able to pleasure them all seamlessly.

Suddenly, Spike pulled out. Before Quinn had a chance to question him, Spike slipped his arms under her back and flipped her onto her chest.

"Spike, what're you-," Quinn attempted to question his advances but she quickly cut herself off. Spike grabbed her by the hips as he dragged her face away from the pillows. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he pivoted her body towards the edge of the bed. Quinn groaned in pain as he tugged her head upwards.

Spike was now positioned behind her. Quinn was facing the mirror as her head hung over the edge of the bed.

"Look at yourself," Spike smirked as he placed a hand on her hip. Quinn viewed herself  in the mirror. It was a horribly degrading sight to see, but it was clear that Spike was enjoying the view. Her pitiable, feeble figure trembled at the mercy of his body. Spike was visibly high from his power trip while Quinn happily allowed herself to be dominated.

"Pathetic," he grumbled under his breath as he quickly released his hand from her hair. Quinn's head dropped forwards as he grabbed both sides of her hips. Using all his force, Spike slammed himself into her.

Quinn shrieked pleasurably as she shot her head upwards. Spike pulled her closer to him before pushing her head down onto the bed. She groaned into the bedsheets while her head just barely hung over the edge of the mattress. Spike kept both hands on her hips as he thrust himself in and out of her.

Quinn didn't spend much time looking into the mirror, but when she did look, Spike was always watching her. She quickly understood why Spike had adjusted her this way. He wanted to get a good look at her face while he took her from behind.

"Fuck, Quinn you feel so good in this position," he huffed as he dug his nails into her hips.

Quinn couldn't manage to reply. Her mouth was muffled by her bedsheets, and the pleasure she was feeling rendered her speechless. All she could do was moan.

Spike, in between thrusts, slowly wrapped a hand around her waist. From her waist, he slid his hand downwards until it reached her pelvis. His fingers wandered until they reached the throbbing bundle of nerves that laid untouched between Quinn's legs.

He used his  index and ring fingers to part the skin around her spot before gently placing his middle finger overtop. Quinn shuddered as his touch sent shocks of pleasure throughout her body. She was so desperate for his touch. She felt the inside of her contract as he began rubbing his finger along her clit.

She moaned loudly into the blankets as she savored the pleasure he brought to her.

"You like that don't you?" Spike taunted, and Quinn mumbled into the blankets as a reply.

"Come on, speak up," he grunted as he slapped his hand across her ass. Quinn flinched at the sudden impact before lifting her head up from the sheets.

"Y-yes Spike," she stammered before immediately dropping her face back down into the blankets. 

"Good girl," he mumbled through a moan as he continued to fuck into her. This position seemed to really get Spike going. It had only been a few minutes, but Quinn could tell he was already getting himself close.

"F-fuck," he cursed through grit teeth as his speed began to increase. His breath was faltering, and his hands were getting shaky. Quinn could feel herself getting close as well, but she wasn't sure if Spike was going to last long enough to make her cum.

"I'm getting close," he grunted suddenly as he began moving his finger faster along her clit. Quinn moaned as he felt the speed pick up. After a few seconds, Quinn felt her stomach begin to twist. Maybe she was closer than she thought.

"I'm c-close too," Quinn stammered after another minute had gone by. At this rate, she was bound to cum as long as Spike kept up with his pace.

"H-how c-close?" Spike replied shakily as Quinn's eyes darted towards the mirror once again. Spike's face had gone quite red, and judging by his inability to properly form a coherent sentence, Quinn could tell he was holding himself back.

"Close enough," Quinn bit her lip as her eyes rolled back. She felt her abdomen twist as the inside of her contracted. Spike felt it too.

"F-fuck Quinn I can feel that," he groaned as he tilted his head back. As he continued to steadily fuck her and stimulate her clit, she found herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. His touch was unmatched, and he somehow made her feel better than she had ever made herself feel. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and after a few more minutes, she suddenly felt herself begin to break down.

"I'm gonna cum," Quinn quickly cut in. She didn't know how close she was until now. The feeling was building up so fast that she was barely able to recognize it.

"I'm g-gonna.. I'm gonna-," Quinn repeated softly as she lifted her head up. Suddenly her body went limp. The tension that was building within her quickly released. She cried as she felt herself orgasm along the length of Spike's cock.

"Oh God Quinn you feel so good," Spike moaned shamelessly before immediately giving in.  Quinn listened to his cries of pleasure as he finally drained himself into her. Her orgasm wasn't quite as strong as the one she had last had, but it was amazing nonetheless.

Spike's pacing had slowed significantly as he unblushingly allowed himself to fall victim to his pleasure. The sounds he made were mixed with incoherent curses and rough slurs. He was so overrun with satisfaction that he couldn't filter himself, and Quinn loved hearing his words pour out of him involuntarily.

As she rode out the last few seconds of her orgasm, she looked back up to the mirror. Spike's eyes met hers once again as he thrust into her one last time. They were silent for a few moments as they both came down from their shared high.

Quinn sighed helplessly as Spike pulled out of her. He was quick to roll back onto the bed, and Quinn was eager to follow. They didn't talk for a few moments. They just enjoyed each other's company. The sun was now up, and it's light was now pouring in through the windows.

It was going to be a sunny day on Mars, and Quinn wished she didn't have to be leaving so soon.

"I told you I'd be quick," Spike chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Quinn's back. She laughed as she rolled onto her side.

"I'm impressed," she replied playfully as she ran her fingers through his hair. She enjoyed just laying there beside him and she wished she could spend an entirety just doing so. But eventually, after a few minutes of pure bliss, Quinn managed to pull herself back to reality.

"I'd love to hang around longer, but I've gotta get ready," she stated as she slipped away from his grasp. Spike sighed as he watched her jump off the bed.

"My shower is big enough for two by the way," Quinn smirked as she began walking towards her suite  bathroom.

"Is that an informal invitation?" Spike called out from the bed as she laid a hand on the door handle.

"Take a wild guess," Quinn turned her head to look at him before slipping away into the bathroom. The sound of footsteps caught her ear as she turned on the water. Quinn smiled as she ran her hand underneath the tap. Maybe today wasn't going to be so stressful after all.

{A/N sorry for the late chapter! I haven't forgot about this fic, midterms have just been kicking my ass! There will be more chapters soon don't worry!}