FRAMED - Cowboy Bebop fanfiction

Session 32

{smut warning! If you don't like this kind of stuff please skip to Session 33}

Quinn awoke the next morning to a familiar feeling. A warm body was pressed against her back, and before she opened her eyes, she smiled, enjoying the comfort the body was providing her. For a moment, she didn't think much of it. The feeling was enjoyable, and as she shifted her body backwards, arching her spine and pushing back her hips, she realized what was going on.

The body behind her was Vicious. Immediately Quinn got a sour taste in her mouth. She hated what she was doing, and she hated that she was enjoying it. She listened to the sound of his breath behind her. His warm exhales tickled the skin on the back of her neck causing shivers to be sent down her spine.

Suddenly, he shifted forwards, pressing the front of him into Quinn's backside. A sudden burst of adrenaline shot through her veins as a soft heartbeat began to throb between her thighs. Disgusted by the emotions she was enduring, Quinn clenched her hands into fists.

Everything about the situation was horribly reminiscent of the first time she had slept with Spike. She remember waking up beside him in a similar way, and she remembered exactly how the scenario played out once she had her heart set on her desires.

The only difference about this situation was that Quinn didn't expect herself to feel this way about Vicious. The last thing she expected to do while being in his capture was to fuck him, but after all that had happened to her in her life, sleeping with him didn't seem all that crazy.

It was unorthodox yes, especially considering the fact that he had kidnapped her, but it wasn't like Quinn had too much of a say over her own emotions. She felt the way her body told her to, and her body was telling her to release some pent up frustration through means of sexual intercourse. It was taboo, and horribly pathetic; of course she knew that, but between the involuntary pulsing between her thighs and growing desire to escape Vicious' clutches unscathed, Quinn figured she might as well just roll with the punches.

Exhaling slowly, Quinn rolled her hips backwards. In an instant, she heard a deep breath escape Vicious' mouth. She rolled her hips back once more, and as she did so, Vicious began to stir. He inhaled deeply, stifling a yawn in the process before slowly dragging his hands down to her waist. He stayed there for a moment before trailing his fingers down her figure and settling on her hips. Suddenly, he pulled Quinn in close before grinding his hardening cock against her ass.

Quinn bit her lip as his hands began to wander across the front of her torso.

"Is this alright my dear?" He asked.

Quinn opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, she yawned and stretched her body against his.

"Absolutely," Quinn replied sheepishly, feeling his length twitch against her backside. As his hands continued to wander, he planted soft kisses along the backside of her neck. Unlike Vicious, who was down to nothing but his underwear, Quinn was fully clothed. As Quinn expected, Vicious opted to change this.

His nimble fingers quickly found their way to Quinn's skirt zipper. Vicious tugged the zipper downwards before pulling the loosened garment down, and over her hips. While he did this, Quinn unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.

Quinn didn't know exactly how to feel. She felt a horrible pit beginning to grow in her stomach, but it wasn't big enough to overtake the sensation she was feeling between her legs. Somehow, she felt guilty. Quinn mentally scoffed at herself. She had no one to be loyal to. Unfortunately, despite her awareness of this, an image of someone still remained deep within her mind. Someone,'for all she cared, was sleeping with someone else. Some how though, Quinn fantasized about him knowing about her current situation with Vicious. She imaged him writhing at the thought of herself getting fucked by his former best friend.