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Breakfast, Bitch : Quentin & Lucy

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It was at that point that Quentin was able to undo the clasp of her bra, smirking as he allowed it to fall from her body. “Lucy,” He muttered as he once more rolled over, laying her down on her back, “Shush.” His lips pressed against hers again, hands roaming her now bare upper body.

Her breaths were slow but deep, letting him do what he wanted. A sigh shuttered through her body, looking to him. “I’m serious!”

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Quentin’s eyes were glued to her chest when her shirt came off, feeling the leg of his jeans get slightly tighter. Her words came as a surprise and it was evident in his expression if only for a brief moment. “Honestly, I don’t think I want to wait to get high.” He responded, sitting up a bit as his arms snuck around her back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra. “I’m way too impatient for that shit.”

“Don’t want to wait?” She gave him a funny look, noticing the look in his eyes. She brushed a kiss against his jaw, pulling away. “Well, I don’t want to get a high all by myself.” A look of coy innocence appeared on her face though, it seemed strange on her.

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Breakfast, Bitch : Quentin & Lucy

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Smirking when she began kissing his neck, he pulled a reversal, rolling over and taking her with him. He settled her down on top of him and let his hands come to rest on her hips, pulling up her shirt in an attempt to pull it over her head.

Lucy pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head, bringing his shoulder back to her mouth, sucking at his neck. She could feel his smirk, practically rolling her eyes. She pulled his chin up, looking in his eyes. “We should get high. See what happens, you know?”

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He took her kissing back as reassurance enough to keep going. He easily shifted his position so he was supporting himself above her, positioning himself perfectly between her slender legs as his hands began slowly creeping up her sides, bringing her shirt up with them and exposing more and more of her torso to him. He held the kiss and deepened it, his tongue slipping past her lips and exploring her mouth.

Lucy mumbled something into his mouth, lost in the fact that they were wrapped up in each other. She wrapped her arms around the back of her neck, moving her mouth against his. But, then she turned, kissing up his neck. And it was nice.

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That was a rather confusing answer. She didn’t say no, but she didn’t exactly say yes either. Well, he figured she’d stop him if she didn’t want to and if she did he’d most definitely stop. Leaning in once his lips pressed to hers, his tongue gently grazing her bottom lip as his arms moved to slip around her middle and pull her closer to him.

She cupped Quentin’s cheeks in her hands, feeling him hovering overtop of her. She pulled him down to meet her lips but, she couldn’t quite get her mind out of a weird place. She felt so god damn empty and compensating was not really her thing.

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He nodded a bit at that, staying quiet for several seconds. “Would you mind if I did it again?” He figured he’d ask before he just attacked her mouth with his.

“I..uh...I don’t know.” Admittedly, she was finally getting on with the guy she liked but, Quentin was distracting. She felt bad, though. He was her friend. Did she want to kiss him? Maybe a little.

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He shifted onto his side when she pulled away, looking down at her and scanning her expression. She didn’t look pissed, but she didn’t look particularly enthusiastic either. “Sorry,” He muttered, “I’ve just really been wanting to do that.”

She shook her head. “Don’t apologize... I just wasn’t expecting it.” She certainly wasn’t--her last few kisses had been expected but, this time, she was just trying to play with him.

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A smirk made its way onto his face as she nudged him, his arm draping over her shoulders. “Oh, yes. I’m just such a harlot. In fact…” The smirk stayed as he leaned in, lips colliding with hers. He didn’t have anything to lose, so he figured, why not? Hell, if everything went well he might be able to get a smile out of her.

It was almost cute but, she wasn’t given a second to react. She kissed him back, pulling away a little. She pulled back finally to look at him. “Well, um...” She wasn’t quite sure what to say.

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That made him scoff, “I’ve sat in plenty of girls’ beds before.” He muttered, standing up and kicking off his shoes. “If you’re cool with it.” Shrugging he moved into the bed with her, scooting close to her and folding his hands behind his head comfortably.

“You harlot.” Her comment was sarcastic and it came just as she nudged him in the side. “And, yes, I am cool with it.” She turned her head, watching him again.

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His brow furrowed slightly hearing her speak, sitting up a bit. Had he heard her correctly? “Like…in your bed with you?” He asked, head tilting to the side slightly. “You’d be okay with that?”

“What, never sat in a girl’s bed before?” She wondered why he was so resistant. She had many memories of going over to her mate, Aedan’s place, and just laying in bed with him. For hours and hours. But, then he moved. It didn’t really matter, now.

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He pursed his lips as she laid there, nodding his head. “I’ll stay then.” He replied, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the side before sinking down into a chair. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll be here when you get up. Promise.” He mused, winking at her.

“Or you can come over here.” She was tired--exhausted in a way that she couldn’t describe but, it wasn’t sleepiness. She watched him quietly, seeing what he might do.

Breakfast, Bitch : Quentin & Lucy

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He wasn’t sure why she was lying to him, but he wasn’t about to call her out on it. No, that would only make things worse. Instead he responded by hooking his arms around her middle and lifting her up, holding her over his shoulder. “You’ve got it.” He responded as he made his way through her house, carrying her up the steps and into her room where he dumped her down into her bed. “You want me to go?”

She squirmed a little as Quentin carried her up the steps over his shoulder. It certainly wasn’t comfortable but, she could deal with it. She flopped down onto her bed, pulling her fuzzy blanket overtop over herself. Lucy gave him these eyes, “You can stay. I mean, if you want.”

Breakfast, Bitch : Quentin & Lucy

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Quentin knew she was lying. She had been laying in her bed for ostensibly the whole day until he’d answered her text–there was no way she was tired. Frowning slightly, he got up and moved around the table, taking a knee in front of her. He shifted her chair so that she was facing him and scooted between her legs, taking her hands in his. “Hey, look at me.” He said quietly, scanning her face. “Do me a favor. Give me a smile. A big one. Please?”

Smiling was easy--easier than lying. She knew how to make it genuine, too. She knew how to make it spread from ear to ear so, she forced it out so he would stop bothering her. “I’m lovely, Q, really, really lovely.” She still smiled. “I am very tired. I want to go back to bed.”

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He continued eating for a few seconds after she laid her head down on the table but soon enough he couldn’t help but find it a little odd. He reached out and gently laid his hand on hers. “You alright, Luce?” He asked softly, running his thumb over her knuckles.

She was a liar--a better one than most, really. And it was so goddamn easy to look him in the eyes and lie right to him. Her hand flinched at his touch, tucking it under her arm. “I’m just..really sleepy. That’s all.” And he was sure to believe it. “Keep eating, dollface.”

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He gave her another incredibly goofy grin at her continued praise, “Seriously, it was my pleasure. Any chance I can get to put a smile on your face is a chance I’m taking. Seriously though, if you ever need anything you know I’m here for you.” He stated, picking up his fork with a roll of his eyes. “Merlin.” He muttered as he took two pancakes, a few slices of bacon, and some eggs, then cut out a chunk of his pancakes and took a bite. “See? No poison.” He said, swallowing.

She continued to smile but, it felt so shallow. Maybe she was becoming self-aware in a way that was no good for her but, she looked down at her food and took a bite because there was company. “No poison.” It was good but, in seconds, she lost her appetite. She took a few more bites then laid her head on the table.