Apodyopsis with Quinn and Male!MC!
Author’s Note (1): Ok please don’t lynche me I know this took a long time to come out after you asked. I felt so guilty, but I STRUGGLED with this and I think it has to do with the fact that my MC is female and I’ve only dated Sean and Jake. (Also when I posted that ask meme I pushed it to the side to focus on studying for a test, whoops). But I did it! Because I love Quinn and she deserves this and more. And I really hope you enjoy @tybalt-baggins! I based all of this off of this post. Send me a ship and word if you want one! (Sorry for any errors, by the way).
Summary: Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Set in book one during the wine cellar diamond scene.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. They belong to pixelberry! This was just for fun! No copyright intended.
Warning(s): Sexual themes
Word Count: 650+
MC wanted to map every piece of herskin with his mouth.
He wasn’t able to take his eyes off ofher ever since the day they met and talked on the plane that was headed forthis cursed island. He didn’t want to miss a second of her.
Her long red hair that framed her beautifulface. Her lips that were always settled into a perfect pout. Her smile. Herlaugh. Her voice. Her crystal blue eyes. Everything about her had himenthralled. He couldn’t seem to ever take his eyes off of her. And anytime shewas near him, his stomach twisted into knots and he forgot the English languageentirely. He always ended up stammering like a fool and she would just laughand then go about her business.
It was funny, because everyone looked tohim for strength and support. Almost as if he was their leader, and maybe hewas in some regard. Yet this one girl had left him a mess in her wake.
When he watched her, he couldn’t seemto get enough of her. He was enthralled by the idea of having her. He foundhimself wondering what it would be like to touch her. Kiss her. Undress her. Hewanted to know what her face looked like as he made her co-.
He always stopped himself there. Turnedaway from her. Focused his attention on something else. It felt weird to have thosethoughts about someone that he hardly knew, yet he kept having her invade hismind.He dreamed of her underneath him, chantinghis name. Begging for him to go faster and harder. Begging for more.
He wouldwake up in a cold sweat after and have to run to the bathroom. He couldn’t gether eyes out of his head, as he would turn the shower knob to the coldestsetting. He would sit there under the shower head fighting back thoughts of herhead being thrown back in bliss and her auburn hair splaying against the pillowbeneath her.
The shower never seemed cold enough.
It had been a long time since someoneeven made him feel close to this way. Actually, to be honest, he doesn’tremember if anyone ever had made him feel this way before. His memorywas pretty murky when it came to his past after all.
However, he wanted Quinn Erin Kelly evenmore than he wanted off this god forsaken island. He doesn’t know how to goabout earning her or making her his until an opportunity comes from by visitingthe wine cellar together. Alone.
Her eyes lit up as they continued to crackthe case and she was so close to him; he could hardly think straight. And whenhe kissed her for the first time, -which is way better than anything he hadever imagined in his head-, and she reached to unbutton his shirt; shemuttered something against his lips that he barely registered.
Something that sounded an awful lotlike, “I’ve been imagining what you would look like naked for a whilenow.“
He could hardly hear her over the soundof his own heartbeat and their heavy breathing, but he did catch it. He pulledaway to look into her eyes, studying them. It felt like he was looking into amirror.
“Me too,” he breathed out.
Then his lips landed back on hers, and they were all hands and tongueand teeth.
He thought there was a word for thiscondition they’ve both succumbed to. It started with an A, or something likethat. It was a word he heard a long time ago in one of his psychology classes, maybe.But he simply summed it up to hormones as he unclasped her bra and continued toundress her.
He made sure that not one inch of her skinwas left undiscovered by him in the depths of the wine cellar that day.
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