Don't Let Go - Huntress x Quentin

Ripping Cloth - Trial Match

||Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. You will be warned one last time before reaching it. The next chapter will be completely sexual!

Sadly Quentin had to pull away to take a breather, he stared down in the huntress's eyes while a small grin came upon his face staring down at all her features that made her beautiful. Both of Quentin's hands went to the sides of her face, massaging the huntress's temples with his thumbs as he gently pressed his forehead against hers.

"You're not going to leave me...right?..." He answered her softly, he had monophobia, the fear of being alone and it was pretty far and clear he didn't want Anna to leave anytime soon. He had developed the fear before being sent to the entity's realm when he and Nancy got separated and left with that living nightmare.

Quentin thought he had no one, he was alone and no one was there to save him when he needed help the most, but he felt the safety and comfort of Anna's arms and he didn't want to leave them, not one bit.

Quentin felt his own fingers dig into the Huntress's hair, bringing her back into the same kiss as earlier but softer and gentler.

A soft purr wanted to leave The Huntress's body, but she forced herself to swallow it- not yet. A small whimper did leave her lips when Quentin had left her lips, making her face heat up. Her eyes closed when she could feel his hands on her face, a soft sigh leaving her when their foreheads pressed together.

The words that came out of his mouth broke her heart into pieces. She pulled him closer to her, pressing his smaller body to her more muscular shape. Shaking her head no, her hands beginning to rub up and down his sides sweetly. She hadn't done any of this before- she was going completely based upon what her instincts told her- she hoped she was doing this right. 

She placed several kissed on his face, trying to soothe him just a little with all the affection. A small sigh left her once more when her own hair was touched by someone else and she hummed into the kiss. Her hands pulled him deeper into the kiss, just allowing him to be close to her.

Quentin closed his eyes when taking in the deep kiss, his mind was filled with nothing but the Huntress and all the affectionate hugs and kissed he would give to her. Quentin soon pulled away and placed his chin upon her shoulder. His hands moved upwards to her upper back, massaging the thoracic spine.

Whispers of soft praises left his voice, speaking of how beautiful she was and how he had met no women like her before, which made her unique in his eyes.

While Quentin was whispering his praised he had completely forgotten that he was still in a trial, oh well, the entity can wait. It was his turn to have his pleasures in this godforsaken place, he was going to take advantage of it as much as he could. Quentin knew the entity would be displeased in him neither give him anything for rewards.

Quentin shrugged his shoulders, making a soft audible hum come from him, that didn't matter to him either, he already had his reward or has...it was her.

Anna gently placed a kiss on his cheek, her right-hand curling back into the survivor's dark brown curls while the other held onto him tightly. She rocked herself and him side to side, just focusing on him and the occasional crackles from the fireplace. Her home was nicer on the inside, keeping her cozy throughout her life of living here.

"Shaaa...~" She tried to shush him, patting his back softly to let him know that he was seeming a bit out of it to her. She didn't blame him for it though- she enjoyed all the praises she was receiving but to her ...the praises meant little of what was making her so happy at the moment.

She hummed softly while kissing his forehead softly. The snap of rope would probably take him out of his headspace for a moment. Her hands took the rope off of him, allowing his skin to breathe better. Pity was shown all over her face and she gently pulled him closer to have one last kiss. 

Quentin finally calmed down, taking in all the kisses the Huntress had given him and he cherished them deep in his heart. He nodded when the Huntress had shushed him, only making him more compliant under her voice.

Quentin sighed out, feeling the rope being released from his neck. His hand went off from the Huntress but with the other hand still holding her, Quentin rubbed his neck. Massaging and rubbing at the skin, it might have left a red line that circled his neck but it was fine to him. "Thanks that thing was starting to get uncomfortable..." Quentin said aloud to Anna while laughing at the end of his sentence.

Quentin was caught off guard again when he felt the Huntress gently pull him closer into a soft kiss, his arms immediately went back into their place behind her back, pulling her in close up against his body.

Quentin in his mind was wondering where he got all this confidence from, he was a nervous social anxiety mess if it wasn't for Dean he wouldn't have even gotten close to Nancy or any other girl in that matter. Quentin was just surprised he wasn't having a mental breakdown about being near a girl, this just felt so natural to him...too natural.