Love will save us, this I know.

LOVE WILL SAVE US, THIS I KNOW. My name is Quinn Fabray, former educator, now an involuntary recruit. Through it all, I managed to meet the love of my life. He's what keeps me going every day and my inspiration; he's my home. Although I hate the way things are in the world, I'm thankful for my Artie, my life, and now our little one on the way.

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[fallenangelfabray]

Timely Interview || Quartie

Artie: *Trying his best to reassure Quinn through touch, as he spoke to the Leaders. He wouldn't let his child go, they would be a family. Artie nodding along as Quinn agreed, addressing the Leaders politely but confident in her words. Looking over the group he saw some raised eyebrows but they didn't look raring for a fight which helped calm his nerves a bit. Then Quinn spoke up about the childcare, offering her services and Artie smiled warmly. She'd talked with him about it and he knew she had a teaching background, and he knew how amazing she'd be, not only with their child but in caring for any child. he also knew how nervous she was, could feel it, and he began to smooth his thumb over the back of her hand, his other hand coming to clasp her hand wholly in his lap.*

The Leaders: *The suggestion roused some murmuring amongst the group. They clearly hadn't expected the girl to offer to take such a position, a job change and one that would help the community a fair amount. They conversed quietly between themselves several long moments before the first Leader to speak to them turned forward, locking eyes with the recruit.* "That is a... generous offer. It would certainly help your sector of the community. We are sure you are qualified as Mr. Abrams here seems willing to vouch for your abilities-" There's a firm nod from the buy in question, and he continues. "-but we'll have to discuss this further with the other Leaders. It will be quite the up-taking and since we assume this would need to wait until after you have given birth and have time to recoup, we will comprise a list of necessities for a new daycare to be established. We will be in touch on that matter." *There's another pause as the Leaders once again go through their papers and make notes, checking information covered.* "As for you raising your child, we will not contest this. If you, Ms. Fabray, take on this daycare project then we see there would be no issues on who would care for the child during work hours. Now, I think that wraps up this meeting. We will keep an eye on the doctor reports and issue a maternity leave in due time. Any questions before we go?"

Quinn: *Artie's soft smiles and the gentle glide of his thumb along the back of her hand did sooth her nerves. It was hard not to be intimidated by The Leaders; after all, they pretty much held their lives in the palms of their hands. Relinquishing a breath of relief as they were fine with she and Artie keeping their child in their own care, she squeezed his fingers once again, as a silent sign that she was okay. She sensed he worried. It was then that Quinn decided to speak up about her original plan months before, to start up a child care / school for the children of the area. It would be helpful both for parents, but also to educate the budding new population, and she knew it wouldn't be an easy role to take on or fill, but teaching still was a passion of hers, way beneath it all. The Leaders seemed pleased with the idea, maybe even impressed; she smiled proudly over at Artie as he nodded to the superiors that he would vouch for her abilities. Not at all surprised when they came back with no complete answer, Quinn simply nodded as well in understanding. Even if The Leaders already had their minds made up one way or the other, she didn't expect a conformation until they were able to take care of all the necessary paperwork... or whatever it was that all their meetings were about.* "Thank you, I really appreciate you listening, and I'll be patient to wait and see what the consensus is." *The blonde gave a small smile, even if she knew there wouldn't be one returned her way. Again, she listened closely, a little more relief provided at the sound of maternity leave; it wasn't that Quinn was lazy, but hunting and pregnancy was taking a toll on her currently out of shape body.* "Thank you again, and I don't have any questions that come to mind. I-- /we/ appreciate you hearing us out with open ears."

[fallenangelfabray]

Timely Interview || Quartie

The Leaders: *More nods and some scribbling of notes on paper followed. Silence stretched on for a short while as they did so. Then, a different Leader than the one who spoke first, cleared her throat and and looked up, expression blank and assessing.* "As for when the baby arrives, we have several facilities for the child to be raised or given to another family within the community if you-"

Artie: *A fear shot through Artie as she spoke and his fingers twitched, gripping Quinn's hand tighter. He quickly interrupted.* "We're keeping the baby," he informed loudly and firmly. *He knew he had the right and that they couldn't truly deny Quinn and himself keeping their baby, but just the thought... Having known the Leaders to question the care of a child of parents in his sector of the community due to lack of daycare for children there, he figured the fear was a bit justified. He looked to Quinn and nodded reassuringly to her. This was their child.* "Sorry to interrupt," he apologized with a glance back to the woman in question. "But there's no need to go through whatever options there are, we're keeping our child."

Quinn: *Quinn was more than grateful to have Artie’s support; he truly was her soulmate. And there was a part of her that felt as if they would have met elsewhere if not here, because of that reason. Panic immediately rose within her as The Leaders began speaking of the different options for raising their child; as always though, Artie was on the same wavelength as she, his fingers gripping their hold on hers before she could even really process the words. Swallowing harshly, she gave a small smile in his direction and nodded along with pride, agreeing with his every spoken thought. She knew that it wasn’t in her favor to speak as firmly to The Leaders as he had, though she would let her voice be known alongside him.* “Again, we apologize, but our child is staying with us. We decided from the beginning we wanted to keep it, and start a family. There’s no need to worry about what will come of the child.” *Quinn knew there was a desperate need for child care in the community; it was something she had waited to approach The Leaders about before, and now that she was struggling with her rigorous daily activities and had them with her undivided attention, perhaps it was as good a time as any.* “And about the child care thing; I know that it’s not something many offer to do but if you needed someone to run it - to actually teach those in the community… I’m willing. I was a certified teacher before… well, before I was brought here.” *She was certain Artie could feel her hand shaking within his.*

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[fallenangelfabray]

Timely Interview || Quartie

Artie: *He returned his own smile, her kiss calming him a bit before nodding and straightening. The building was one of the nicer ones in the community, since it did belong to the Leaders, but the main hallways still seemed a bit dim. It fit though, as he associated a grim lighting with the Leaders. He moved steadily through the building toward the room he was told, not exactly scared but still far from comfortable. At the door, he reached over to give Quinn a small, reassuring squeeze to her hand -smiling warmly- before opening giving a small knock to the door and opening it. Inside, a group of some of the Leaders sat at a table facing a couple chairs - the room being used for these purposes regularly. Giving a polite nod to the interviewers, Artie lead Quinn over to the seats.* "Hello, Leaders, Artie Abrams with my partner, Quinn Fabray." *He spoke properly but refused to refer to Quinn as his recruit or as his claimed anything; she was his love, his soulmate, his equal and though any of those options would not have been very... appropriate to the Leaders, he would address her as his equal, a partner.*

The Leaders: *A few nods and primly set expressions passed through the group, a couple raised brows and sterner expressions here and there. Papers were shuffled and examined before one man swept his gaze over the pair before them and spoke.* "Mr. Abrams," he acknowledged with a nod. "...Miss Fabray." *He looked her over again, assessing her appearance and gave another nod, pleased she appeared healthy at least.* "Please be seated. This shouldn't take long, we simply want to make sure you are both well and that the pregnancy is safely progressing. Now, first of all, any concerns so far? Anything unusual either of you have noticed?"

Quinn: *Receiving a smile from Artie seemed to sooth her senses, if only a little. Quinn followed closely behind him as they entered the building, her hazel eyes needing adjustment from the bright sunlight outside and to the darker quarters of the Leaders'. As they approached the door, the blonde wondered if it was just her imagination, or if she really couldn't breathe; she could feel air circulation becoming shallow, but as Artie's fingers reached for hers, tenderly squeezing them in the darkness, it seemed to pump her body with more of the oxygen she needed. Was she near a panic attack? Quinn hadn't even realized how nervous she was until now. What if they tried to take her baby? They would have to fight her, and Artie for it. Managing a small smile and nod as she was greeted ominously, the blonde carefully took her seat in one of the open chairs, allowing plenty of room for Artie to park his beside her. She was happy with the way he introduced her as his partner, the words causing her always happy with him heart, to flutter. At least she wasn't alone; with Artie by her side, she could do anything; it was amazing what the power of love could truly conquer. "Um," Quinn bit her lip as she thought for a moment; more or less she had no concerns but was afraid that an immediate answer might seemed rehearsed, regardless of how honest. "None that I can think of. The baby is healthy, according to the doctors, and I haven't seen any sign of my own health fading." Turning to Artie, Quinn reached for his hand, letting their touches envelope one another; she wanted the Leaders to see that there was more to society than sex and reproduction. "What about you, love, can you think of anything?"

[petiteberry]

[fallenangelfabray]

My adorable Smartie.

[fallenangelfabray]

Timely Interview || Quartie

Artie: *It had been awhile since Artie had spoken with the Leaders, aside from his parents. At least directly. And he hadn't always been exactly... fond of their views or how they ran things at the community, which lead to them trying to keep him from his love, Quinn. But they'd laid off once Quinn became pregnant and he'd almost let himself believe they were living a normal and happy life together. But then they were summoned for a meeting, just to check up on Quinn's pregnancy and her health they assured, but he was still a little anxious about seeing them. An overwhelming rush of protectiveness over Quinn coursing through him. He stayed close to her side as they reached one of the Leaders' headquarters where they were to meet. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the beauty.* "You ready?"

Quinn: *For a while it seemed as if the two had been living in their own little bubble; the Leaders hadn't been bothering them and both she and Artie performed their jobs and daily tasks, then would retreat back to one another's arms for the evening. It almost seemed normal, and despite the current situation in the world and it's 'rebuilding,' she was happy, very much so. She was happy to be with her soul-mate and carrying his child; who knew a year ago that she would /want/ to be pregnant right now? Currently she was nervous though about their meeting-- check up, whatever it really was. The Leaders always made her anxious, even if she tried to remain poised. And Artie's parents hadn't been much in the picture before; would this change that?* "I am," she nodded, flashing him a tiny smile and hoping he didn't catch on to the concern laced within her response. "Lead the way, my love." *Quinn added as she dropped a kiss to the top of his head and then proceeded to follow Artie inside the building they'd been called to, nerves alive.*

[faberry]

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Takin' Charge || Quartie

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At her calling him ‘master’, Artie felt a new kind of heat rush through him as he pulled her into his lap. He loved being able to play with her like this and watching how she readily responded to him. Ever watchful, he kept his eyes on her as he toyed with her more. He fought down an audible groan at her answer to him, kept still and steady as her heated gaze drug across his form. Knowing her eyes were focused on his more than evident arousal, he smirked. She wanted to feel him and please him as well, he knew, but it was his choice whether he ought to let her. It would only further tease her, make her want it more if he made her wait for it, if the way she was eyeing him told him anything. But he debated…

Until she leaned forward and spoke to him. Oh she’d get what she wanted. “Cheeky,” he accused with a grin. Leaning back in toward her, pressing close and speaking lowly, he hummed, “I think you want to be punished, little one.” Hand grabbing a pillow from behind her, he pulled back and slid down the bed away from her until he sat at the foot of the bed, his legs spread out in front of him. “Stay,” he ordered as he situated himself; rolling the pillow up and setting it behind him to give him a bit more support, hands slipping to the front of his pants. He let his heavy gaze fall back to her as he undid his belt, button, and zipper; pulling himself free of his boxers and sighing at the small relief it provided him.

Reaching out, he tilted Quinn’s head up to his eyes with fingers under her chin. “You’re my good girl, Quinnie,” he said, fingers trialing down to tug her forward and moving her to lay on her stomach next to him, head at his lap. He leant down, hand grazing her ass and giving it a squeeze as he chuckled, “But you’re also my naughty girl, aren’t you?” Grinning, he sat up and brought his hands to her face, cupping her cheeks and making her look to him once again. “Yes, I saw you looking and I’ll let you touch but no using your hands, understood? Use your mouth as you please.” Setting his left hand to her hair, weaving his fingers in blonde strands and guiding her to hover just above his aching tip as he finished with his instructions, letting his right hand trace down her spine. ”And I’ll give you that punishment you’ve been wanting, hmm?” Right hand lifted before setting a small smack to her backside. The motion playful and firm yet gauging, having control but continuing to be observant to her wants and needs even as he craved her touch. Because that’s what this control of her meant to him, caring for her and giving her everything she wanted.

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Currently satisfied with her own needs, Quinn’s gaze focused on Artie’s evident erection, it not at all hidden by the layers of clothes he was wearing. She wanted him to know how badly her desire was to make him feel just as good, but knew that simply saying so in this setting wasn’t going to get her what she wanted. Licking her lips, Quinn quipped back with her own confident reply, practically daring that Artie punish her and keeping her tone low and seductive as her body pressed to his and she whispered in his ear. Observing the smirk plastered across his features, she could only guess that he had noticed the way she stared; Quinn was practically squirming on the inside just to get him off already, even if she managed to appear a little more calm on the outside. “You know you like it,” she taunted, hazel eyes entranced by his blue as they remained close; neither rejecting or admitting to his claim that she wanted to be punished, she watched silently as Artie made way to the other end of the bed and ordered her to stay.

Unable to suppress a groan as he withdrew himself after settling against the pillows and unzipping his pants, Quinn had to restrain herself from jumping him outright - her want to please him so strong - and there was something so hot about his hand around himself that shook Quinn to her very core; so much that she had to grab the bed sheets to keep from touching herself. Even if she wouldn’t confess out loud as it was part of their rouse, she did crave that punishment… she was genuinely curious to let Artie explore anything he hoped to with her; she really was all his for the taking. Batting long lashes as his fingers fell to her chin and he praised how good she was, Quinn was taken by surprise as Artie reeled her beside him and onto her stomach, a barely audible gasp escaping. “Mm,” she groaned when he squeezed her ass and called her naughty as well, backside arching into his palm as she gave a tiny nod. She really could be both when it came to her lover, and as Artie cupped her face again and explained her restrictions, she nodded again, understanding the rules. She could still make him feel good… very good, with her mouth.

Sighing softly as his fingers threaded within her hair and brought her to his length, Quinn stared up at him, her lips parting to exert a soft moan at the smack to her backside. “Yes, master,” she answered submissively, knowing how much hearing the word had turned him on before— she’d felt it against her in the position on his lap. They knew each other so well that words weren’t necessary to explain what they needed, and training her eyes on his, Quinn rose her body slightly so that she was kneeling before him, her tongue darting out to swirl around the head of his cock languidly. She couldn’t wait to have him inside of her, filling her completely, but for now, ignored the returning ache between her thighs to focus solely on him. Lathering the tip with a few more strokes of tongue, orbs finally fluttered shut as her lips slipped around his shaft, suckling a little before beginning a bobbing motion, first just over a couple of inches before making her way down. Still using her tongue to curl around him, Quinn began pumping him down her throat, though her movements remained gentle and steadily slow, and would until he ordered for more. She moaned, loving any kind of connection with Artie, tongue swiping greedily once again to lick up the pre-cum that licked past the surface. Wrapping her mouth around him once again only to bury more of his heat into her mouth, Quinn finally sped a little, but not enough that he wouldn’t have to demand for more.

[thejewelyouare]

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Takin' Charge || Quartie

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Watching her, feeling her fall apart in his hands was something Artie never wanted to be without. It was spectacular, rewarding, beautiful, and hot as hell. He loved knowing her could give her such pleasure, loved that she allowed him to and loved how well he’d gotten to know her body. As she trembled and cursed, he teased and grinned. When she actually thanked him for giving her permission to come, Artie became that much more driven and that much more aroused himself. He gripped her and held her as he worked, feeling and hearing as her pleasure rose and he grew harder, if possible, at the words falling from her lips. She drove him wild even as he took control and drove her over the edge.

Her hand was in his hair and she was tensing and Artie twitched his pace a tad faster, pushing himself to push her over. He was in control, he was her master, she was his, all his - she said so - and he wanted her to experience her orgasm fully and pull every drop of ecstasy she could from it. She was shaking as she peaked and her grip on him held her in place, not that he was going anywhere; he gradually slowed his fingers at her clit and his mouth and tongue at her core, drawing her pleasure out. As she settled, Artie eased up and began to gently run his tongue over her, cleaning her juices up and reveling in her small tremors. He smoothed her hands up and down her thighs as he worked, praising her stillness for him and soothing her muscles. A final lick and he leaned back slightly to grin at the sight of her still obediently open to him. 

"Good girl," he husked, moving forward to nip her ass gently. "Such a good girl." Then running his hands over her backside over his bite and then back to her thighs. He sat contemplating his next move as he let her simply wait a moment longer, knowing her muscles must be tired but loving how she tried. After a short while, he reached out and gripped her about the waist and hoisted her back and into his lap, grunting at the pressure it put on his hardness but ignoring it otherwise, enjoying her pleasure too much to care. “Let’s continue this on the bed, hmm?” he asked, nibbling at her ear as he moved them around to the side of their bed. Pushing her forward, he helped guide her onto the mattress and then quickly tugging his shirt off. Chucking the clothing aside, his eyes fell back to the blonde and grinned. Mischievous and eager, he eased forward and up onto the bed. “Tell me, little bird, do you want more from me?” he asked, trailing a hand up her thigh, eyes locked on hers. “Maybe I’ll comply.”

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Quinn wasn’t exactly sure how she had lasted for so long; the need for release had been strong since the moment Artie began teasing her, and how she had managed to maintain her composure was puzzling. Thank god he had finally granted her permission to let go; barely vocalizing a thank you, the blonde let him work her up again, this time leaving her inhibitions behind. Artie seemed even more eager this time - perhaps the reward of unraveling her driving him to meet her needs fully. Latching gently onto brunette locks the closer she came to climax and tighter her muscles contracted, Quinn’s murmurs and chants came out broken and raspy. Declaring herself devotedly his, there wasn’t even a wither of a warning from her lips as body convulsed and she met her high. He knew though; being in control of her and every quiver of her delicate body, she focused instead on the immense pleasure washing over her both in and out, and tried not to completely fall over.

"Oh goddd," she groaned deeply as she felt his tongue make contact once more, the feel of him so eagerly soaking up every bit of her offered nearly getting her off again just at the thought. She wasn’t moving from position until he was done, and even then, Quinn remained posed and on display and planned to until given new orders. The bittersweet ache of her muscles were soothed by his gentle touch - it even calming the tender tremors that racked her body moments after. "Mm," she nearly growled as Artie's teeth dug into her backside, the bite stirring a bit of feistiness within. Keeping her hands back on the bed for balance, Quinn arched into his palms, the husk of her lover voice as he called her a good girl, shooting shivers along her spine. "Only for you… master," she played along, all too soon grateful as Artie drew her into his lap for a little rest of her tired body. She moaned at the connection though, feeling his burgeoning arousal press right against her ass left Quinn wanting so much more— including returning the pleasure. Doing as she was told and hoisted onto the mattress, Quinn shifted over, making room for Artie as hungry hazel eyes watched him strip himself of his shirt.

Smiling as she was joined on the bed, the touch of his hand on her thigh had Quinn’s throat gone dry; she knew he was going to tease her again, and was already excited at the thought of it. He was in charge, though part of her needed to see and feel him too, but being submissive in this situation, she contemplated how to go about it. “Mm, I do. I want you to do anything and everything you’ve ever fantasized about with me,” she answered honestly, for there was no limit when it came to her man. Licking her lips, Quinn’s lust-blown gaze fell to the bulge of his pants, hoping Artie would take notice of her obvious gawking and let her do something about it. With adrenalin running through her, the idea of his fingers in her hair and forcing her on him had her growing insanely wet again… already. “Tell me what you want; or rather… show me.” Leaning in closely, Quinn whispered into Artie’s ear, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Maybe I’ll comply.” she mocked. “If not, then I guess you’ll just have to punish me.”

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Takin' Charge || Quartie

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Artie kept sweeping his eyes over the woman before him, taking in her open and twitching body. He loved the sounds she was making, the breathless hitch in her voice; he loved every slight movement she made. And he loved the way she let him control her, giving herself over to him and his instructions for the time being. It was thrilling and he wouldn’t disappoint. No, he’d certainly prove her trust and compliance was something he wouldn’t take lightly, he’d give her everything she needed and more. Grinning when she answered, promising that she was his and then she was listening to him, Artie hummed to let her know he appreciated the response. More than appreciated it - his pulse was racing in gratitude and want. She was too much to handle and he hadn’t even been touched, the littlest things about her drove him wild and the wait and her own arousal enough to excite him beyond belief. 

And then he was touching her again, finger circling her clit, and her moans urged him on. She was dripping and quivering and he was transfixed. As much as he was trying to portray the role of the controller, he knew he was always at her mercy. Not that he minded. She was begging him then - 'Please let me come baby…’  - and he changed up the pace and direction of his motions, keeping her on the edge as he debated whether to let her or not. He could keep her there, right on the cusp of orgasm, keep her tethered and tugging her back each time she started to stumble, but… He watched her eagerness, listened to the desperation and started to cave; though it wasn’t until she bent forward a bit more, displaying herself that much more to him. Artie sucked in a breath.

Letting his other hand stroke the inside of her thigh gently, he leaned in. “Alright, sweet one,” he husked, inches from her core. “Come.” It was an invitation, and allowance, an order and he knew that if she couldn’t hear it, she’d feel it. His mouth was on her again, tongue thrusting into her, his fingers strokes at her clit becoming determined and furiously paced while the fingers of his other hand wrapped around her thigh and pulled her more to him and stabilized her. He worked diligently and devotedly, touches aimed to drive her over and to keep her aloft through flight. 

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Quinn’s body was in a frenzy as Artie deliciously continued taunting her— stirring on every nerve and bringing her so close to climax before switching things up. She was desperate, now more than ever, and if it hadn’t been for his steady hold as well as the bed she was clutching to now, Quinn wasn’t sure she’d even be able to stand. She was writhing at his every action, and not knowing exactly when he was going to allow her to hit the edge brought her on a serious rush; gently gasping as his finger dared to circle her clit, the blonde didn’t hesitate to whine at the aching pressure building within to let go. Biting her lip, she managed to hold back, even if it left herself near a slight spasm, as the contracting muscles of her thighs and stomach tried to ease beneath his touch. She was cursing and crying out; in need of relief, yet not ready to lose the feel of him touching her and tasting her… Artie was the only man she could ever be this way with, and not just because she had ended up here with him in the ruins, but because he was her love, her other half. She only showed weakness to him, and devotedly so. She was his— solely his.

Begging him now between breaths, Quinn wasn’t exactly expecting Artie to give in yet; in need of more stability and never ashamed to show herself off to him, the blonde arched her body a bit more, allowing him a full view of her as she leaned over the bed. “Fuck,” she muttered quietly, feeling her walls flutter again, but she tried her damnedest to wait for permission, for she knew as always it would be worth the wait. It seemed as though Artie was ready too, and as she heard a husked command for her to come - the breath tickling against her and causing Quinn to squirm, she let out a pathetic whimper. “T-Thank you,” was all that tumbled from her lips, and moaning deeply as she felt his tongue delve within her and his fingers resume their torrid pace, she decided this time no more fighting, she would let herself fly over the edge when she hit it.

"A-Artie… oh Artie, baby… so good," she panted, feeling her body tense up again, more and more with each thrust. "Yes… yes… you’re my master, I’m all yours," she chanted half to herself as hazel eyes rolled into the back of her head and her arousal arched more toward his mouth. "All yours," Quinn gasped again, each stroke building her higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go; shuddering as one hand dove into his hair and the other tangled amongst the bed blankets, she tensed a final time, muscles on fire as they squeezed and she cried out a loud shrill of his name, unraveling completely, her body unable to stop twitching. "Oh god!" Quinn groaned, tugging gently at Artie’s hair and keeping him in place as his ministrations helped her ride out her orgasm, her core infinitely dripping for him. Shaking as she attempted to collect herself, the blonde tried her best to stay in position until given permission otherwise, even though she felt as if she were about to fall back onto Artie’s lap.

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I really want bacon and chocolate...

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You devious girl you! Well if you think you can handle all dis sexy andchocolatey bacon, then have at it! ;)

[fallenangelfabray]

You know you love it, baby. Mmm, not sure I can but I'm going to accept that challenge! ;)

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Takin' Charge || Quartie

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Artie made note of every movement her body made, ever twitch and spasm that he could see from his position. Loving the sounds she was making and the needy way her body shifted. Her quickened breath pulling another, deeper smirk from him as he built her up and then pulled back. He kept playing with her, knowing when she was close and not letting her slip over the edge. No, they had all night -and day if they lasted that long- and he would take his time; he was truly enjoying toying with her. He chuckled at her slurred comment and continued on, picking up his efforts to drive her crazy. Her hips moving up into him, in turn drove him wild. He was beyond turned on by this point, almost painfully so, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from his administrations. This night was about pleasing Quinn and he wouldn’t rush it for his own. He was determined and devoted to pulling her strings in the most delicious and torturous ways.

Her stuttered reply caused his grip on her to tighten and his eyes to close for a moment. Damn she was sexy. He felt her shift a bit and opened his eyes and found her tweaking her own nipple. He groaned but tried to cover it up with a growl - it was hot and the sight did things to him, but he was in charge here. Pulling back quickly, he reached around and knocked her hand away. “You don’t get to touch unless I say so, understand?” his voice deep and authoritative as he landed a smack to her ass in reprimand. “If you want something, you ask me for it - specifically.” Artie moved the offending hand back to the bed. “Besides, I think you’ll need the support,” he taunted, patting her hand. “Now, you understand the rules, sweet one? You ask for everything, there is no just taking.” Leaning back to his former position he gazed at her sex before lifting a hand to run along her. “And I mean everything.” His finger slipped through the wetness and found her bud. He started circling it quickly. “Do you want to come, darling?”

[fallenangelfabray]

Quinn wasn’t sure how much she could take. She loved how he deliciously took control of her body, leaving her constantly quivering, and how each time he began to assuage the throbbing of her core he would tauntingly stop to torture her. Yet another part of her was dying for relief; hips bucked as his mouth worked at her more passionately and though she wanted this to last all night long, there was always the chance that he would play with her again, and again… as many times as they warranted, for tonight she was his toy and solely at his mercy. Quinn knew it was supposed to be about her own pleasure, but by night’s end she was going to be sure her man was satisfied as well— currently she was craving release, and in order to distract her the blonde pulled at her own nipple a bit harshly, a gentle smirk taking over her lips at Artie’s primal growl against her. It was one of the sexiest noises she’d ever heard, and had her glistening heat even slicker just from the sound. Her hand knocked away by Artie caused her to gasp out slightly, both in surprise and because of the loss, and she submissively allowed him to move it back to the bed with a nod. Of course she was loving every bit of this, even if he had caught her off guard; she simply loved when he took control.

“O-Okay,” she stammered in agreement, a whimper escaping her as her core ached once again. “I do understand, and I’m yours for the taking only.” His hand returned to her sex, causing Quinn to shudder once again and arch backward into his touch, she in desperate need of gratification. His words only spurred her arousal further, and she was almost embarrassed at how soaked she was by now, though he really didn’t seem to mind. Moaning deeply as she felt Artie’s finger glide through her folds, that pleasurable vocalized approval soon pitched as he began circling her clit tightly. Slender fingers grasped tightly at the bed now, and Quinn no longer held back as her hips rocked, urging he finally push her over the edge. She wanted this to last but needed to let herself go… the night was still young and she was certain Artie wasn’t tired yet; she knew he had many tricks up his sleeve. Breathing shallowly, the blonde managed a husky “yes,” between ministrations, biting her lip to contain herself and not let go before giving permission - no matter how much her stomach was coiling. “Please let me come baby,” she begged, bending slightly to give him even more of a view of her vulnerable self and hoping it enticed him. “P-Please…”

[fallenangelfabray]

I really want bacon and chocolate...

[wheels--of--steel-blog]

Yoursmartie! It is if you get me all flustered, woman! Mhmm, specialty from the chief himself. You ready for it? ;)

[fallenangelfabray]

Yes sir! Maybe those were my intentions, sweetness! Mm, I'm ready for anything you have coming my way, hotness. ;)

[fallenangelfabray]

I really want bacon and chocolate...

[wheels--of--steel-blog]

I’ve never denied it! Well then you’re being too truthful - I be blushing here! Your pouting could make me do  anything, I know. Patience, patience! I shall bring you your treat in a moment. And your chocolatey bacon. ;)

[fallenangelfabray]

Because you're a smartie! I don't think there's anything wrong with being too truthful, and good, I looove when you blush! So a two-fer? ;)

[fallenangelfabray]

I really want bacon and chocolate...

[wheels--of--steel-blog]

Un poco… Oh stop, you’re flattering me too much! Duly noted - keep away from the cutie living with me. I’m on it! …Double time! Can’t let my girl go sugarless! ;)

[fallenangelfabray]

So you admit it, hah! I'm just telling you the truth, baby. Noooo, no keep away. I'll pout, and we know what that does to you. Gimme some now. I'm greedy. ;)