Sir. Evans and Lady Quinn
“It wont come off.” Sam whined helplessly.
Quinn smiled as she watched the frustrated teen struggle to free himself from the costume. “Uh, yeah, I kind of figured that when I over heard 당신 and Mr. Pacman, here, having a good 구식 wrestling match. 의해 the looks of things, I'd say he won,” placing a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder. Quinn placed both her hands on either side of the costume, and pulled, hard. “You had quite the struggle, huh?”
“I wasn't struggling.” Sam protested, while lifting both his arms up into the air.
“Right,”Quinn scoffed, totally unconvinced 의해 Sam's feeble objection, and proceeded to yank harder on the Pacman costume. “Stop wiggling around, goodness how did 당신 even manage to get this stupid thing on in the first place?”
“I don't know, I just did – OW! Quinn, dude! I'd like to still have both my ears when I finally do manage to get out of this thing.”
Quinn turned to look Sam in the eye and smiled sheepishly. “I'm sorry,” she apologized earnestly and gently caressed Sam's right ear. The amount of tenderness and affection she used while touching his ear was enough to frightened her to her very core. “Just... stop moving, okay? I've almost got 당신 out.”
Sam graced her with the warmest boyish smile she had ever seen. Which once again, only served to do funny, yet pleasurable things to her insides. Biting her lower lip, Quinn struggled to beating down the sudden urge to just, lash onto either side of his adorably charming face and 키스 him, over and over again.
This was the ever constant dilemma in her life at the moment. Seeing Sam on a regular basis, and not 키싱 him was not an easy task. Especially when he had such sexy, kissable lips. Lips that were constantly taunting her.
I mean sure, they were kind of, sort of seeing each other, not really. I mean he wasn't her boyfriend 또는 anything. They were just... causally dating. They had both agreed to take thing slow back on their first 날짜 at Breadsticks. And of course she was totally fine with taking things slow. It was her idea in the first place. But, god! It's been a little over two weeks since their first date, and he still hasn't kissed her yet. She was all for taking things slow, but this was almost glacial. Having Sam, and not knowing what it felt like to have his lips pressed against hers was driving her wild.
And the real messed up part of it all was that he seemed to be utterly oblivious of the effect he has on her. And that drove her even 더 많이 mad.
Gathering up all the strength she could muster, Quinn gave the hideous yellow costume one last good tug, before finally unvailing one very half naked Sam Evans.
Quinn gulped when her eyes landed on long, lean muscles and washboard abs. Racking a nervous hand through her hair, it was all she could do to keep herself from reaching out to touch him.
Clearing her throat, “There, you're free.”
Sam beamed at her, before wrapping her up in his lean muscular arms, and hugging her closer to his perfect swimmers body. “My hero.” he whispered into her hair before letting her go to retrieve his missing shirt.
To say that Quinn was 더 많이 then a little frazzled was an understatement. She was totally freaking out. All that skin on skin contact did not do her any good. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth Quinn pushed back the 이미지 of all the many things they could be doing in this secluded dressing room. Suddenly, Quinn became very aware of how very tiny the dressing room actually was. The thought of being trapped in a tight confined 우주 with one very shirtless Sam Evans was not an unwelcomed one.
She let her eyes racked over Sam's nicely formed backside and licked her lips. Maybe the employes' scandalized expression wasn't totally uncalled for.
“Quinn?”
Shacking herself out of her very MC-17 rated daydream (she'd have to say fifteen extra prayers before going to 침대 tonight) Quinn looked up to find a now fully dressed Sam standing in front of her. Heaving a huge sigh of relief (and maybe a little disappointment) Quinn turned to open the dressing room door and ran out the room so fast one would think the devil himself was chasing after her.
Busying herself with shuffling through the racks of costumes, Quinn ignored the odd look Sam was sending her as he came to stand 다음 to her. Having him stare at her so intensely was like having some one turn on a heat lamp on the back of her neck. Quinn didn't even bother looking up when he spoke to her, for fear of what she might find in those deep royal blue eyes.
“So, uh, how about 당신 pick out our costumes. Just as long as I don't have to wear tights, I'm all for it.”
Quinn nodded in reply. She couldn't even trust her own voice. How stupid she must look right now?
“It wont come off.” Sam whined helplessly.
Quinn smiled as she watched the frustrated teen struggle to free himself from the costume. “Uh, yeah, I kind of figured that when I over heard 당신 and Mr. Pacman, here, having a good 구식 wrestling match. 의해 the looks of things, I'd say he won,” placing a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder. Quinn placed both her hands on either side of the costume, and pulled, hard. “You had quite the struggle, huh?”
“I wasn't struggling.” Sam protested, while lifting both his arms up into the air.
“Right,”Quinn scoffed, totally unconvinced 의해 Sam's feeble objection, and proceeded to yank harder on the Pacman costume. “Stop wiggling around, goodness how did 당신 even manage to get this stupid thing on in the first place?”
“I don't know, I just did – OW! Quinn, dude! I'd like to still have both my ears when I finally do manage to get out of this thing.”
Quinn turned to look Sam in the eye and smiled sheepishly. “I'm sorry,” she apologized earnestly and gently caressed Sam's right ear. The amount of tenderness and affection she used while touching his ear was enough to frightened her to her very core. “Just... stop moving, okay? I've almost got 당신 out.”
Sam graced her with the warmest boyish smile she had ever seen. Which once again, only served to do funny, yet pleasurable things to her insides. Biting her lower lip, Quinn struggled to beating down the sudden urge to just, lash onto either side of his adorably charming face and 키스 him, over and over again.
This was the ever constant dilemma in her life at the moment. Seeing Sam on a regular basis, and not 키싱 him was not an easy task. Especially when he had such sexy, kissable lips. Lips that were constantly taunting her.
I mean sure, they were kind of, sort of seeing each other, not really. I mean he wasn't her boyfriend 또는 anything. They were just... causally dating. They had both agreed to take thing slow back on their first 날짜 at Breadsticks. And of course she was totally fine with taking things slow. It was her idea in the first place. But, god! It's been a little over two weeks since their first date, and he still hasn't kissed her yet. She was all for taking things slow, but this was almost glacial. Having Sam, and not knowing what it felt like to have his lips pressed against hers was driving her wild.
And the real messed up part of it all was that he seemed to be utterly oblivious of the effect he has on her. And that drove her even 더 많이 mad.
Gathering up all the strength she could muster, Quinn gave the hideous yellow costume one last good tug, before finally unvailing one very half naked Sam Evans.
Quinn gulped when her eyes landed on long, lean muscles and washboard abs. Racking a nervous hand through her hair, it was all she could do to keep herself from reaching out to touch him.
Clearing her throat, “There, you're free.”
Sam beamed at her, before wrapping her up in his lean muscular arms, and hugging her closer to his perfect swimmers body. “My hero.” he whispered into her hair before letting her go to retrieve his missing shirt.
To say that Quinn was 더 많이 then a little frazzled was an understatement. She was totally freaking out. All that skin on skin contact did not do her any good. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth Quinn pushed back the 이미지 of all the many things they could be doing in this secluded dressing room. Suddenly, Quinn became very aware of how very tiny the dressing room actually was. The thought of being trapped in a tight confined 우주 with one very shirtless Sam Evans was not an unwelcomed one.
She let her eyes racked over Sam's nicely formed backside and licked her lips. Maybe the employes' scandalized expression wasn't totally uncalled for.
“Quinn?”
Shacking herself out of her very MC-17 rated daydream (she'd have to say fifteen extra prayers before going to 침대 tonight) Quinn looked up to find a now fully dressed Sam standing in front of her. Heaving a huge sigh of relief (and maybe a little disappointment) Quinn turned to open the dressing room door and ran out the room so fast one would think the devil himself was chasing after her.
Busying herself with shuffling through the racks of costumes, Quinn ignored the odd look Sam was sending her as he came to stand 다음 to her. Having him stare at her so intensely was like having some one turn on a heat lamp on the back of her neck. Quinn didn't even bother looking up when he spoke to her, for fear of what she might find in those deep royal blue eyes.
“So, uh, how about 당신 pick out our costumes. Just as long as I don't have to wear tights, I'm all for it.”
Quinn nodded in reply. She couldn't even trust her own voice. How stupid she must look right now?
