More Howard/Quinn...
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chicatingNo wives. No understandings.” He smiled that winning, slightly crooked smile, and she wanted to share some of the naughty thoughts that seemed to flash through, she hoped, both of their minds, but a more basic urge caused her to sprint, as she hadn’t since her early days in uniform, to his bathroom(Which seemed clean enough, thank God, but she didn’t turn the lights on, just in case.) “Hold that thought!”
For a moment, she felt a little dizzy and sick, but the feeling passed.It was as if she got to be the girl who drank with the watermen without many ill-effects. Like a night in a time machine.
She was astounded, though, to come out and find that drunk and lust-crazed, and on a night off besides, she still managed to plug in her phone. Maybe she had something of a problem with it. Although Munch calling it an umbilicus still struck her as over-the top.
”You have eight new messages.” The anonymous tinny voicemail woman’s voice said. A little high for a night not spent at work, but when she got more than one text alert, her eyes went wide as though she were some kind of peasant that hadn’t ever seen one of the glowing boxes.
Quinn watched her, bringing her a sweating bottle of cold water with a little piece of lemon floating in it.
“Quinn, you’re a god. I swear you’re going to make me come all over again.”
“Um, you mentioned that you needed this before,” he flushed a little. “ But could you stick around and need stuff? Kind of loving the way you say thank you. Even with your skirt on.”
“I’m glad. “ She gasped while looking at the phone. She took a huge swig of water, and kind of flicked her fingers like she was fanning herself.
“Everything okay at home?” Terry asked. “I feel weird about asking cause if it had been last night…” He gestured as if erasing the unmade bed they’d just left.
“He texted me. I didn’t even know he could. Of course, he doesn’t get it…it’s a thread of about twelve messages telling me a long story of what an idiot he’s been, but the thought counts. Usually I get texts from my niece and nephew.
For a moment, she felt a little dizzy and sick, but the feeling passed.It was as if she got to be the girl who drank with the watermen without many ill-effects. Like a night in a time machine.
She was astounded, though, to come out and find that drunk and lust-crazed, and on a night off besides, she still managed to plug in her phone. Maybe she had something of a problem with it. Although Munch calling it an umbilicus still struck her as over-the top.
”You have eight new messages.” The anonymous tinny voicemail woman’s voice said. A little high for a night not spent at work, but when she got more than one text alert, her eyes went wide as though she were some kind of peasant that hadn’t ever seen one of the glowing boxes.
Quinn watched her, bringing her a sweating bottle of cold water with a little piece of lemon floating in it.
“Quinn, you’re a god. I swear you’re going to make me come all over again.”
“Um, you mentioned that you needed this before,” he flushed a little. “ But could you stick around and need stuff? Kind of loving the way you say thank you. Even with your skirt on.”
“I’m glad. “ She gasped while looking at the phone. She took a huge swig of water, and kind of flicked her fingers like she was fanning herself.
“Everything okay at home?” Terry asked. “I feel weird about asking cause if it had been last night…” He gestured as if erasing the unmade bed they’d just left.
“He texted me. I didn’t even know he could. Of course, he doesn’t get it…it’s a thread of about twelve messages telling me a long story of what an idiot he’s been, but the thought counts. Usually I get texts from my niece and nephew.
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