Quinlan flops down onto his bed, smiling softly as he rolls onto his side and props his head up on his arm. Kia is asleep, curled up on her side with her arms wrapped around her pillow. She looks really peaceful, and he brushes his fingers over her cheek. He tries to be gentle, not wanting to wake her, but he apparently applies too much pressure because she stirs after a moment, her eyes opening.
She gives him a sleepy smile and rolls onto her back, stretching a little. "Mmm, you're back," she mumbles, her British accented voice sounding a bit sluggish.
Quinlan grins and nods, raking a finger through his dark hair. "Yeah. Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you," he mumbles, casually brushing his fingers through her blonde hair.
She shakes her head, yawning a bit. "'s okay," she says. "I was trying to stay awake to greet ya anyway." She smiles and rolls onto her side again, snuggling up to him. "How was bonding with your brother?"
Quinlan scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. "Okay, I guess," he says. He's still on uneasy ground with his half-brother, so what was supposed to be a simple movie watching and chowing down on popcorn had been riddled with tension. It's hard to let go of a lifelong hatred toward his more priviledged brother. They'd grown up in separate houses, in completely different surroundings -- Riley had remained with their father and Quinlan had been given to an orphanage, bouncing around from foster home to foster home. When he'd learned that he had an older brother, who'd grown up in a loving home and was showered with love, affection and anything he wanted, he'd been overcome with jealousy. Naturally, Riley's a nice guy and just wants to get to know Quinlan, which makes the whole situation even more awkward. Quinlan just wants to forget about it, and to that end, he reaches out to her, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Kia starts to ask him for more details because she knows he needs to talk about it and get over this extreme dislike of Riley, but she never gets the chance because Quinlan is suddenly kissing her. He hasn't shaved today, and his stubble is a bit scratchy on her skin, but she can't seem to care. If there's one thing that Quinlan does exceptionally well, it's kissing, and this time is no different. He's got it down to a science, using just the right touch of enthusiasm to heat up the kiss, teasing her with brushes of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing her lips apart. He occasionally nips her lips, not hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough that she swears she can feel the pleasure zinging through her, right straight to the apex of her legs.
She rolls on her back, going all soft and pliant for him, and he easily rolls on top of her, one hand anchoring itself flat against the mattress so he can hold himself up. He nudges her legs apart with his knee and notches himself in between them, fitting against her perfectly, and she makes a soft, sighing sound against his mouth. He's good, his tongue sliding into her mouth and caressing her own tongue, and she groans, getting heated to the core. She shifts against him, wrapping her legs more firmly around his waist, and he breaks the kiss, smirking against her neck as she draws in a deep breath. He pulls back to look at her, noting the subtle flush of her cheeks, the way her blue eyes are darkening. Yeah, he's pretty awesome that he can get that reaction out of her from just one kiss, and he chuckles lightly as she makes a plaintive whining noise, arching her back and grinding her hips against him. He could be a dick and roll away, leave her wanting, but he's too charged up for that. He needs to release all that tension that's eating away at his insides, and he really can't think of a better way that working it out with her.
He leans back in, catching her lips in a passionate kiss, and slides one hand under her top.
Kia/Quinlan :D
She gives him a sleepy smile and rolls onto her back, stretching a little. "Mmm, you're back," she mumbles, her British accented voice sounding a bit sluggish.
Quinlan grins and nods, raking a finger through his dark hair. "Yeah. Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you," he mumbles, casually brushing his fingers through her blonde hair.
She shakes her head, yawning a bit. "'s okay," she says. "I was trying to stay awake to greet ya anyway." She smiles and rolls onto her side again, snuggling up to him. "How was bonding with your brother?"
Quinlan scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. "Okay, I guess," he says. He's still on uneasy ground with his half-brother, so what was supposed to be a simple movie watching and chowing down on popcorn had been riddled with tension. It's hard to let go of a lifelong hatred toward his more priviledged brother. They'd grown up in separate houses, in completely different surroundings -- Riley had remained with their father and Quinlan had been given to an orphanage, bouncing around from foster home to foster home. When he'd learned that he had an older brother, who'd grown up in a loving home and was showered with love, affection and anything he wanted, he'd been overcome with jealousy. Naturally, Riley's a nice guy and just wants to get to know Quinlan, which makes the whole situation even more awkward. Quinlan just wants to forget about it, and to that end, he reaches out to her, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Kia starts to ask him for more details because she knows he needs to talk about it and get over this extreme dislike of Riley, but she never gets the chance because Quinlan is suddenly kissing her. He hasn't shaved today, and his stubble is a bit scratchy on her skin, but she can't seem to care. If there's one thing that Quinlan does exceptionally well, it's kissing, and this time is no different. He's got it down to a science, using just the right touch of enthusiasm to heat up the kiss, teasing her with brushes of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing her lips apart. He occasionally nips her lips, not hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough that she swears she can feel the pleasure zinging through her, right straight to the apex of her legs.
She rolls on her back, going all soft and pliant for him, and he easily rolls on top of her, one hand anchoring itself flat against the mattress so he can hold himself up. He nudges her legs apart with his knee and notches himself in between them, fitting against her perfectly, and she makes a soft, sighing sound against his mouth. He's good, his tongue sliding into her mouth and caressing her own tongue, and she groans, getting heated to the core. She shifts against him, wrapping her legs more firmly around his waist, and he breaks the kiss, smirking against her neck as she draws in a deep breath. He pulls back to look at her, noting the subtle flush of her cheeks, the way her blue eyes are darkening. Yeah, he's pretty awesome that he can get that reaction out of her from just one kiss, and he chuckles lightly as she makes a plaintive whining noise, arching her back and grinding her hips against him. He could be a dick and roll away, leave her wanting, but he's too charged up for that. He needs to release all that tension that's eating away at his insides, and he really can't think of a better way that working it out with her.
He leans back in, catching her lips in a passionate kiss, and slides one hand under her top.