FRAMED - Cowboy Bebop fanfiction

Session 18

{smut warning! If you don't like this kind of stuff please skip to Session 20}

As the elevator doors slowly slid shut, Spike was quick to continue his tortuous teasing. Quinn's belongings had been tossed to the ground by Spike, who now had her pinned against the tempered glass walls of the elevator shaft.

As the elevator began to ascend, Spike watched the city beneath him  grow smaller and smaller as the shaft quickly made it's way up the countless number of stories. The elevator was situated on the outward side of the building, meaning the entire city was visible from within the shaft. 

Spike admired the view while he kept Quinn's back effortlessly pressed against the glass. He was quite a bit stronger than Quinn, and although she wasn't really resisting his strength, she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to if she tried. 

Spike's hands rarely remained stationary, and within a matter of seconds, Quinn felt him slip his fingers beneath her skirt. 

"Look how I've got you on display for the whole city," he mumbled through kisses as Quinn squirmed against his touch. She had half her face pressed against the glass as the darkened night sky and disappearing city lights filled her with horrendous embarrassment.

"Oh my god," Quinn grimaced as her face turned red. The chances of someone seeing them was close to zero, but despite all odds, Quinn was mortified.

"Oh, are you shy?" Spike mocked as he quickly jammed his fingers inside of her.

Quinn yelped at the sudden impact as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Fuck... what do you think?" She stammered as his fingers curled inside of her.

"Look how beautiful you are... in front of everyone," Spike laughed as he planted soft kisses along Quinn's neckline.

As embarrassing as it was to be participating in such a juvenile display of public affection, Quinn absolutely despised the fact that she was loving every second of it. The humiliation was terribly erotic, and Spike seemed to be enjoying every moment she spent writhing in anxiety.

"Spike... this is the last place I want to cum... stop," Quinn pleaded as she began tugging her skirt downwards. Spike turned his head towards the elevator doors where he watched the glowing, LED floor numbers increase rapidly by the second. 

"I'm on the top floor," Quinn grimaced. She hoped that the limited time available would discourage him, but his movements did not cease.

"Just a few more seconds," Spike grinned as his speed began to increase. Quinn's knees buckled at the sudden surge. Spike caught her weight before she fell.

"Come on, can't stand up? What's the matter?" He mocked as he used his free hand to keep her stable.

"Fuck, Spike- you're killing me," she groaned as she pathetically fell victim to his dominance.

"We're almost there, better not cum before we get outta here," he threatened. Quinn nodded her head as she felt his fingers suddenly rock against a highly sensitive spot within her.

"Oh shit, Spike... you've- yeah you've got it," Quinn's eyes fluttered open as she felt her back slip against the surface of the glass. Her body began to slink downwards while Spike tried his best to hold her upright.

Quinn was utterly humiliated by their frivolous behavior, but the pleasure she was feeling was more than enough to disrupt the direction of  her moral compass. 

"Oh, does that feel good?" He asked rhetorically as he continued hitting his fingers against her most sensitive area. Her abdomen twisted as a sense of serenity began to wash over her head. Her body melted onto his fingers as she felt the inside of her begin to tense and contract.