When Quentin was pulled into the Entity's Realm, the last thing he had on his mind was the possibility of finding a potential romantic partner. He didn't take that kind of interest in any of the survivors until he was partnered up for a trial with Laurie Strode. He'd never really noticed it at first but her hair looked so amazingly soft and so blonde it could pass as golden. Her skin looked so smooth and pale, but from what he had seen she was definitely no delicate flower. What struck him the most about her were her eyes, a stunning sky blue; eyes that had seen some things far more terrible than the world around them.
Quentin was unable to focus during that entire trial; whenever he thought he saw a flicker of that blonde hair, he would become distracted from what he was doing, which would often cause the generators to blow up in his face. When she worked alongside him, he found his hands trembling and shaking like late autumn leaves in the wind; this didn't go unnoticed by Laurie who attempted to comfort him and telling him that it was alright to scared. It was a slight blow to his pride, now Laurie probably thought he was some scared little boy who might pee himself at the sight of the killer.
In all actuality, Laurie knew exactly why Quentin had been acting the way he did since it was pretty obvious. The way his eyes always flickered over her form, the way his usually pale cheeks would glow a rosy hue whenever she got close to him and just his overall fumbling whenever she was in his presence. Laurie found it somewhat... Cute. She'd always been proper with herself, far more focused on her studies than on boys but to find one who was very visibly crushing on her? It was flattering to say the least.
She had helped Quentin escape the trial unharmed. The killer had been Michael and he was far too obsessed with trying to catch the ever evasive Laurie to try pick an easier target. Once they were both safely free from the trial and back at the campfire with the others, that's when Laurie took the time to talk to Quentin.
"You did a pretty good job in there," She smiled warmly, turning to the brunette at her side. When he realised she was talking to him, his tired eyes became wide like saucers. "I never actually caught your name."
"Th-thank you," Quentin stuttered, a smile tugging at his lips. "Oh! Uh- Quentin, my name's Quentin." He cringed inwardly at his awkward mumbling, but Laurie only smiled wider; she didn't seem to mind too much, or she just didn't take notice.
Laurie flashed a toothy grin and offered her hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you Quentin. I'm Laurie Strode."
Quentin took her hand in his and gave a firm shake. "Yeah, I know... You've become quite popular with the others ever since you showed them that little trick of yours with the shard of glass." He remembers the first time he witnessed the action for himself; Michael had finally caught up to her after a lengthy chase and downed her practically at Quentin's feet. He didn't pay any mind to the other survivor and hoisted Laurie up onto his broad shoulder. Quentin watched as Laurie fumbled in the back pocket of her jeans before pulling out a sharp looking shard of glass and ramming it into Michael's flesh. Michael let out a loud groan of pain as Laurie slipped from his shoulder and ran off into the mist again. That's when Quentin recognised his feelings for Laurie.
Laurie felt a blush of her own creep up her neck and onto her cheeks, gently releasing her hold on Quentin's larger, calloused hand. "Oh it's not much," She mumbled as she cast her gaze aside. "It's just a little something to buy us some more time, that's all. Anyways, I hope we end up on the same team again Quentin." Without another word Laurie returned to her usual seat at the campfire, leaving Quentin looking love-struck and lost at the same time.
Whether the Entity was amused by their growing attraction for one another or if it was just mere coincidence, Quentin and Laurie found themselves together in trials more often than not. Even though trials were supposed to be taken seriously and all of a survivor's focus was to be put in, they couldn't help finding themselves bonding with one another during those times. When they stumbled upon one another, they would stick close until they found a generator to work on together; they even held conversations while they worked on repairs.
After one particularly successful trial, Quentin and Laurie returned to the campfire feeling a lot more pumped up than usual; they had worked so well together that they still had energy to spare. Before Quentin could return to his usual seat, Laurie took his hand and dragged him away from the camp without warning and out into the misty forest that surrounded it.
Quentin released a breathless chuckle. "Whoa there Laurie, slow down. Where are we going anyway?" Laurie didn't reply, continuing to pull him along behind her until she was satisfied with the distance between themselves and the campfire. She turned on her heel to face him, backing him up against a tree and pressing her body up against his. "Laurie what-"
Laurie quickly cut Quentin off with a firm kiss to his lips, catching him completely off guard for a moment. As Quentin moved to return the kiss, Laurie pulled away with a small smirk gracing her lips. "I've seen the way you look at me, Quentin." She purred, placing her palm over his chest and rubbing it over the fabric of his shirt. "I've been wanting you too for a while now." Quentin's mouth opened and closed like that of a fish as he tried to find the right words to say but none came to mind.
He could only watch as Laurie pulled his jacket from his arms and discarded the item to the side. The hairs on his arms rose from the excitement of the situation and the cool chill of the air hitting his newly exposed skin. Laurie stepped back away from him and began to unbutton her blouse teasingly slow; Quentin's eyes were glued to her hands the entire time and he felt himself growing hot with every popped button. Once the last button was undone, Laurie allowed the thin fabric to slip from her arms and pool at her ankles on the floor.
Quentin brought his hands up to cup her bra-clothed chest, gently fondling and squeezing at the soft flesh through the padding. His hands snaked to the clasps at her back, fumbling for a few moments before finally getting them to separate. Laurie pulled the fabric from her chest and tossed it to the floor alongside her blouse and Quentin's jacket, exposing her soft breasts to the brunette stood in front of her. A soft moan slipped through Quentin's parted lips at the sight of her mounds; her rosy pink nipples hardened against the cool air and beckoned him to come closer.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer before lowering himself to level his face with her chest. Laurie gasped as Quentin took one of her rosy buds into his mouth, sucking, licking and biting at it with tender eagerness. While his mouth focused on one breast his fingers focused on the other, pinching and pulling to extract more moans from the blonde. Laurie pulled Quentin's grey beanie from his head, burying her slender fingers into his wavy locks of brown hair and tugging as he continued to pleasure her chest.
"Oh Quentin~" She sighed, petting his hair as he gazed up at her through hooded eyelids. He removed his mouth from her breast and began to leave a trail of kisses down her abdomen, edging closer and closer to the hem of her jeans. Once he reached the dark blue fabric, he brought his hand up to pop the button holding it together and dragged down the zipper to loosen it further. Laurie bit on her bottom lip as Quentin dragged her jeans down to expose her creamy thighs and smooth calves. The panties she wore were a simple, cotton white but Quentin did not fail to see the slight damp spot at the front of them where her sex was.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, pulling the thin garment down agonisingly slow as to tease the woman above him. Once her heat was exposed to him, he placed his hands on her inner thighs and gently pried them apart to give himself better access. Laurie parted her lips to ask what he was doing but before she could get a word out, his mouth was already planted over her sex; his tongue lapping and tasting her. Each flick of his tongue sent sharp jolts of pleasure up her toes and spine; she could feel her body grow hotter and hotter at the stimulation.
The slick between her folds grew more consistent until it was practically coating the brunettes chin. Only then did Laurie realise her nudity compared to her partner's. "Quentin-" She gasped out, tugging at his hair a little harder to get him to pull back. "You gotta take your clothes off too, it's not fair if I'm the only one who's naked."
"Right," Quentin chuckled. "Of course." He stood from his lowered position on the ground and tugged the dark T-shirt he wore over his head, tossing it to the floor carelessly. At first glance, Quentin seemed like a rather scrawny guy who didn't have much on him; in all actuality, he carried a fair amount of meat on his bones and some muscle was definitely defined. Laurie reached forward and placed her palm against his chest; she could feel the hard thumping of his heart and his heavy breathing.
While she was preoccupied with his chest, Quentin got to work removing his own jeans and underwear, his hardened dick springing up once it was released from its confines. Laurie diverted her attention from Quentin's pectorals and glanced down at the heated flesh now poking at her thigh; it was flushed a soft shade of pink with precome beading at the darkened tip. She removed her hand from his chest and brought it down to take his shaft in her hand, giving an experimental squeeze. Quentin released a sharp gasp of pleasure and Laurie took that as her cue to continue.
She began pumping the flesh in her hand at a steady rhythm, the sound of Quentin's breathy moans filling her ears as he wanted above her; her hand was so warm and yet it was nothing compared to the heat of his dick. Every other pump Laurie would swipe her thumb across the slit at the head, smearing the precome over his shaft as a lubricant. The pink flush of Quentin's cheeks had spread down from his cheeks to his neck, shoulders and chest; the way he was groaning and twitching told Laurie that he wouldn't be able to last much longer so she removed her hand.
"Let's make this quick Quentin," She whispered, briefly pressing her lips to his. "The others are gonna start wondering where we are." Quentin nodded wordlessly, wrapping his left arm around Laurie's waist to pull her closer. With his right hand, he cupped the underside of her knee and hiked her leg around his hip, giving himself just enough space to bring them closer together. Laurie took a sharp intake of breath when she felt the tip of his brush against her sex, shivering with excitement and anticipation.
"You ready?" Quentin asked, placing tender kisses to her neck and jaw. She could tell by the way his body twitched every now and then that he was already close to the edge; they wouldn't be able to drag this out like they wanted, it would have to be a quick fuck but she was surprisingly okay with that.
"Yes I'm ready," She reassured him. "Please Quentin, I don't think I can wait much more." Quentin didn't need any more encouragement than that; he positioned himself properly, lining himself up with the entrance to her heat before pushing inside gradually until he was completely hilted. Laurie's jaw hung open as she felt herself being filled by Quentin's thickness, their hips meeting together in a hot mess of slick. He waited patiently for her to adjust to his size, rocking his hips ever so slightly to keep some sort of friction going.
Once she was ready, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed ever so slightly but enough for him to feel it. Quentin withdrew his hips about halfway before sinking into her again; both released a quiet moan of pleasure and Quentin repeated the action. The slick from Laurie's own arousal made the act a lot easier on both of them, allowing Quentin to pick up the pace a lot quicker than someone usually would. Soon, shallow thrusts became hard, deep pounds as their skin slapped together noisily.
Laurie had completely forgotten about volume as the heat in her gut began to grow, the knot deep within her core tightening as she drew closer to the edge of orgasm. Quentin was not far behind her, his thrusts had become erratic alongside his breathing; her walls were clamping down on him tighter now, he was going to come. "Laurie," He gasped against her sweaty skin. "I'm close, I'm so close..."
"Quentin--" Laurie's response was cut short as Quentin gave one hard, final thrust right into the sweet bundle of nerves he had been torturing. The knot in her stomach snapped and the coil of heat washed through her entire body as orgasm took over her. The knot in Quentin's stomach had also been relieved of its pressure as he released deep inside of Laurie, coating her inner walls with his come. His chest heaved with every breath, his wavy, brown locks clung to his forehead with the sweat. Laurie looked no different, her chest rising and falling with each gasp for air.
Despite the uncomfortable sensation of their sweaty skin pressing together, Laurie pressed forward to give Quentin another kiss; this time it was more passionate, more tender and loving. The brunette returned the kiss with a genuine smile before pulling away finally satisfied. The two cleaned themselves off as best as they could before pulling their clothes back on and returning to the campfire. The only one who had noticed Laurie's limp was Quentin himself; he couldn't help but feel smug.
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