Ship Happens

Quinn x Moira

Quinn sat lazily on her couch, slumped into the cushions as she swiped through the feed on her device and occasionally read a message sent to her from her boss explaining possible jobs she could take if she felt so inclined to make money. Tonight, she did not want to do anything that required her to work in any way. She had been busy for about a week straight trying to get a bunch of jobs done that had unfortunately lined their deadlines up back to back, which took time away that she had wanted to spend with her girlfriend. She glanced at the time posted on the corner of her device.

20:32, she should have been home by now. She supposed her co workers were taking their sweet time getting shit done.

She huffed and ran her hand through her short curls and stood up, walking over to the kitchen of their apartment with the interest of finding a bottle of alcohol that wasn't left by her friend that had absolutely atrocious taste in anything. She's told her that several times and the look of offense on Keegan's face never changed.

She opened the fridge, pulling out a beverage, glad to see that Keegan hadn't been in her apartment anytime recently, and opened it to take a sip as her phone chimed.

Quinn smiled as she read the text from her girlfriend that explained that she was heading home and apologized for it being so late. She was just glad to know she could see her soon, it has been a week. All she wanted to do was see her cute face, to finally kiss her soft lips again, to have her hands resting on her hips as she pulled her close and left no room between the two of them as she could smell her shampooed hair while her hands slipped from her sides and over her ass as Moira made that cute little startled sound she always makes...

Yeah, that's what she is going to do tonight.

The goal is to leave Moira's legs useless so she can't get up the next day to go to work so they can spend the day laying together watching scary movies or whatever the hell that goth girl was into. In order to do that, she's got to fuck her senseless tonight.

She sent a 'Okay babe, see you soon' to her before taking another drink and setting it down. Hopefully Moira didn't have any plans for the night because the moment she walks through that door she is going to be attacked. She walked to their room and halfheartedly made the bed, tossing the blankets over the bed and fixing the pillows before and opening their closet to grab the 'goody box.'

The more she got to explore with Mira, the more she learned how little there was in terms of limits with her. She's tried several times in the past to figure out where she draws the line in the bedroom, but so far there hasn't been one. Moira had always been more shy with expressing what it was that she wanted to see happen, so Quinn had to be the one to push the boundaries to figure out what she enjoyed doing. Admittedly, she has had a lot of fun doing it.

Quinn heard the keys in the lock on the door and soon after Moira stepping into the apartment, so Quinn quickly tossed the box on the nightstand and hurried to the living room. She found her girlfriend kicking off her boots by the door and brushing her long, dark hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way.

Quinn had been known amongst her friends and coworkers for having quiet footsteps, and she always loved taking advantage of that fact when her girlfriend wasn't looking and would rush up behind her before wrapping her arms around her.

Moira tensed in surprise, but that didn't stop Quinn from brushing her hair out of the way and planting butterfly kisses on her neck, fighting against her girlfriend's shoulder that rose as she resisted giggles from the kisses.

Quinn moved her kisses from her neck up to her cheeks briefly before moving her girlfriend a bit so she could gently grab her face to plant a more intense kiss on her lips. She couldn't help but to smile as her girlfriend quickly kissed back, letting her move so they faced each other. Quinn moved her hand from Moira's face into her hair, where it got lost in the forest of her dark and long locks while her other hand slid around her back, pulling her girlfriend's smaller body against her own. Moira's hands found themselves snaking up to Quinn's head, pulling her more hungrily into the kiss, ignoring any sign of her body telling her that she needed to breathe.