Shake Senora: Brian (Q)

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by -inspirare

by -inspirare

{Present time}

"Miami's in the house, without a doubt. I'm the chico in the club that they all yell about."

"It's so hot," you whined, your nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the uncomfortable heat that Miami brought upon your used-to-Jersey-cold body.

Q simply laughed and shook his head. "It's Florida, (Y/N). What did you expect?"

"Air conditioning." You sassed slightly, crossing your arms in the rental car Q splurged a little on.

The guys were shooting the Miami episode of the show, and Q thought staying a few extra days after filming as a little vacation would be nice for the two of you. You loved the alone time-- and more importantly the attention-- you were now receiving after the busy few weeks you two had just endured and were nowhere near being ungrateful for the gift he'd given you.

But good grief, the heat was almost smothering the air out of your lungs, even with it being night time.

"We're almost back to the hotel, (Y/N). We can go swimming if you want."

"But won't the pool be closed?" You asked, arching an eyebrow at the smirk growing on your boyfriend's face. "We'd get kicked out, Brian."

"Not if we don't get caught," Q stated, shrugging his shoulders as he turned the car into the parking garage.

You bit your lip and took a glance around the empty garage, to make sure nobody could eavesdrop on your plot for mischievous fun. Seeing no one in sight, you nodded your head vigorously and opened the car door.

"Race ya!"

**Yo, I'm sorry this is so short. I have been spending so long trying to figure out exactly how to do this song and incorporate it in a way that seemed fitting, with it still being SFW (because let's face it, Pitbull is always saucy). So, there you go. I'm sorry if it didn't live up to your expectations :(

-inspirare<3