𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 had traveled home as fast and safe as she could, wanting to get out of this beautiful but uncomfortable dress as soon as humanly possible.

She also wanted to prepare herself at least a little before Ignacio had come to her home.

It had only been a couple of days since they had been intimate, and needless to say, she was craving him.

She felt like she was in distress, not even wanting to use her favorite toy because it didn't amount to him.

Freshening up quickly and putting on one of her oversized sweatshirts, she lounged on her couch with a sleeping Seba as she waited for Ignacio's arrival.

She hoped that he was feeling okay, she knew that they were in a more stressful than not situation tonight.

Was he upset with her need of wanting to hide their relationship?

Quinn doesn't mean any harm, but she would rather have their relationship private until Noemi is at least out of her class.

That does insinuate that they would have to sneak around until May, but Quinn was okay with keeping the details of their relationship private for another six months if that's what it took for them to prosper.

The real question is if Iggy would be okay with that-

"Quincy." Ignacio called out, his voice at a different octave than what he had used to speak to her earlier.

"Yes?" Quinn sat up, adjusting her blue-light glasses on her face as she was watching the television in her dimly lit living room.

"Come here, please." Ignacio asked, but had sounded more like a demand.

Scrambling to her feet, she stood in front of an angry Ignacio.

"Did something happen-"

"Strip."

"What?" Quinn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, both at his demand and his tone.

"I said strip, zorruna." Ignacio smirked, but the gesture didn't seem pleasant.

With a nervous gulp, Quinn began to regret not putting on anything underneath her oversized article of clothing, hissing as her body reacted to the temperature change.

Ignacio watched Quinn struggle to get his sweatshirt over her head with hungry eyes, her brown skin causing him to feel a different kind of hunger.

Once she got it over her head, Ignacio brought Quinn closer to him by the base of her neck, lightly but assertively squeezing to have her full attention.

"I want you upstairs, on your back, in the middle of bed with your legs open by the time I get up there, entender?"(understand?)

With a hurried nod, Quinn scurried up the stairs, not knowing what had gotten into that boyfriend of hers, but would rather do as he said before she received a graver consequence than she knew she was about to get.