Extemporé

Sooooo yes. ^^ Merci merciiii for the wonderful review, and the rating!!!! +o+!!! Very nice. It made me smile a lot. Now this chapter needs a bit of explaining, too. :l My friend Pyrette was kind enough to contribute to this chapter and I must say JOLLY GOOD SHOW EH WOT? :D She did a wonderful job of writing and I hope that if I get enough nice comments about it... I can get her to write again. :3 So... without further a-do, I give you.... chapter -- ... What chapter is this again? XD Nine! Should be.


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Ch. 9 -- "I don't think you want me to stop..."


“Well that was most certainly eventful,” Quinn sighed as they walked through the front door, he dropping his coat onto the peg next to the door, and sliding the keys back into its pocket. He turned and locked the door, then wandered over to the couch and sat. Leaning back and stretching, he yawned. “I donno about you, Henn. But I’m tired.” Henn nodded.
“It’s…” he paused, holding his tongue. It hadn’t really been a tiring day, and the past few nights had been relatively calm. He flushed and nodded again, changing his answer to a small ‘me, too’. Quinn didn’t need to pat the couch twice; Henn was already en route halfway through the first one. He sat carefully down, snuggling right into Quinn’s side and sighing softly. He really -was- tired. The whole deal at the restaurant.. And the creepy chemist guy… Eugh. He shuddered. He didn’t want to sleep, though. Not now. But alas, there was a hand at the back of his head, doing its worst as it pet through his hair and down his neck, of course disturbing his collar. He purred gently, shifting himself a little so he was laying mostly on the couch, his head resting on top of Quinn’s thigh. He yawned a bit and closed his eyes, nuzzling against him aimlessly. So tired. He tried to think of things that would keep him from falling asleep. An idea came to him, and he began trying to recall all the items he had seen in the antique shop, nuzzling and purring still. His ear twitched when he heard Quinn sigh faintly, and felt his rhythmic pettings falter a bit. He paid it no mind, instead focusing to picture all the things he had seen. The peacock-plume quill, he decided, was his favourite. It was so… out of the ordinary. Something he’d own, maybe, if he could afford it. And.. Had a place to keep it. And the derringer! It had a pearl handle, if he recalled correctly. And even though it was in the wooden//glass case… it had been extremely light. So nifty. And the gorgeous forks… Henn sighed recalling them. They were so beautiful. Not as beautiful as his, of course. But they came close. He wished that someone would buy them and clean them up. They were too pretty to sit on a dusty store shelf, all tarnished like that. He shifted closer and continued his nosing until he felt Quinn shudder, and heard him give a weak moan.
“H-Henn… you’ve gotta stop…” he breathed, his petting ceased. Henn opened his eyes and looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing had deepened noticeably. Henn blushed but kneeled back on the couch, watching Quinn recover. His attention had gotten a little… ahh, close. His ears twitched again, a curious look now across his features as he tilted his head to the side and blinked. Stop…? Whatever for? He wondered vaguely if he had the courage to minimize his nervousness for what he was going to do. It was very uncharacteristic… but it’d be amusing to see what would happen. He hesitated a moment, and then moved closer, sliding and straddling Quinn’s waist. He made what sounded like a soft noise of protest, but Henn knew better.
“Stop?” he murmured quietly, letting his index-digit gently run down the line of buttons on Quinn’s shirt, looking at them as if they held all the answers to the questions he was too afraid to ask. “You… really want me to?” he asked, the tiniest trace of a tease in his voice. He frowned softly; charmingly, leaning forward and wrapping one of his arms around his neck. The paw of his unoccupied arm busy running the back of his digits over Quinn’s cheek. Henn shook his head slowly. “I don’t… think you want me to…” he whispered into his ear.
-special guest author pyrette-
Quinn shivered involuntarily, eyes open just enough for that gleam of emerald to show a mix of pleasure and concern. Henn smiled a little at this and leaned forward to capture his gasping mouth in a kiss. The paw at his cheek slid down to grasp Quinn's hand, intertwining the digits to reasure the dark-haired man... and perhaps himself. No worries, hey? It was -Quinn-. Not some drunken pervert from the streets who had enough issues for everyone and then some. He didn't have some sick need to torture or defile, wasn't so cruel and unfeeling. He wasn't... them. It was him, no matter what he'd gone through in the past, and it would always be him; his voice, his scent, his touch... This was right. And even if for just one night, Henn could do this. For him. Besides, it was rather... arousing. Something made all to apparent as he straddled his lap.
"N-no..." came a breathy plea as he broke the kiss. Henn blinked in mild surprise at Quinn for a moment. Hadn't he made his intentions clear? Or maybe he really didn't want him after he'd been so soiled? A small frown graced his features, ears lowering in defeat. He finally worked up the courage. Convinced himself that it was alright. And now this. Quinn sighed, still dazed, but his eyes hadn't lost their worry. "I can't... I can't do this to you. You shouldn't have to... because of me. And if you keep... doing this... I... I don't think I could control myself..." He turned his head away, the flush on his face deepening. He still wanted him. But poor Quinn, he looked so ashamed. So... vulnerable. Without a second thought Henn practically dove into him and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. His still entangled paw tightened its grip on its prisoner while the other ran through Quinn's hair. A shiver trembled through him as it brushed that deliciously sensitive spot on the back of his head, eliciting an irresistable whimper as he melted in Henn's arms. So that's how it was, eh? He mustered up enough strength--gods that cat knew how to immobilize him--to lift his free hand to grace his fingers across Henn's weak point.
"Ah..." Henn gasped and arched his back as Quinn's fingers brushed his neck. Those digits slid beneath his collar and immediately he went limp, falling onto the body below him as a purr escaped his lips. His breath gently ruffled strands of black hair as he nuzzled the pale neck before him. So soft, and very... Quinn. He suddenly felt so calm. It was nice just lying there like that, despite his current state. His heartbeat seemed to slow down though, the more he thought about how nice it was there. Warm and comfortable against the man he loved. Quinn lay almost motionless on the couch now. If it weren't for his still audible breathing and the languid but consistent movement of his hand over his fur, Henn would have thought he were falling asleep. Almost as soon as it had started, their play had come to a halt.
"Hey..." Quinn breathed, "Let's get to bed, huh?" He was really tired, despite the recent uh... excitement. Not that he didn't want to continue, but he could deal with it. For Henn's sake. They were both exhausted and once someone got to a certain point, there was no telling what they might decide is a good idea. It was a good thing Henn had gone back to simply nuzzling... this time in a much safer area... Quinn had been that much closer to completely losing control. No matter what his companion said, he honestly doubted if he'd ever be ready. And he refused to take the risk of finding out for sure. A contented sigh brought Quinn back to the present. He hadn't answered yet, had he? "Henn?"
"Nm?" he mumbled into the cushions, then looked up with a pair of rather tired eyes. It always looked so strange to see that expression in such an electrified and lively green. "You were staring again." Quinn blushed slightly. Again! He really needed to watch what direction he was facing when he spaced out. "Bed sounds good," Henn smiled tiredly. "I don't think I could...keep up..."
"Think you could stand up?" Quinn smirked. Before Henn could answer he was swept up suddenly, causing his tailfur to puff up a bit out of surprise and wrap itself around his leg and the arm it dangled from. He sighed slightly as he settled back into Quinn's arms, assuring himself that he wasn't going to be unexpectedly whipped into the air again. Okay, so maybe whipped wasn't quite the word... but what a way to wake someone up. For a split second at least. With a small yawn, Henn shifted in Quinn's arms and nuzzled into his chest. So warm... He could get used to this, being carried to bed by his boyfriend. It felt so nice to be surrounded by that heat in the cooling air, so comfy and... just right. Quinn smiled softly as he heard, and felt, a faultering purr at his chest. He hazarded a glance down at the content little feline as he made his way to their bedroom, careful not to run into any furniture or random item on the floor.
The door was a bit difficult to open with his arms full, but Quinn managed without dropping his companion, who was now fast asleep. He somehow pulled the blankets back off the bed while still holding Henn, then gently lay him down and drew the covers back up. He didn't want to disturb Henn, and he was so tired by now that he didn't bother removing any of their clothing and just slid into bed. Hollow-boned humanoid felines tended to be heavier when their carrier was on the verge of beginning an intimate relationship between their face and the floor. Wow, he hadn't even realized he'd gotten that tired that quickly. Stifling a yawn, he reached over to the lamp by the bedside, but stopped just as his finger made contact with the switch. He looked back at Henn's peacefully sleeping form. It was...really nice to have things back to the way they were. He looked so serene, tucked safely beneath the covers... Nothing would bother him now. The house was safe, he was safe... and Quinn knew that he'd never take advantage of that again. Waking up to see his love's face still peaceful in the morning light, something most people never took notice of, became utterly precious. Just for one night, Quinn left the light on. This time he wanted to see him before he drifted off to sleep, if only to reassure him that the past stayed the past, and now he could never hurt Henn again...