Sugar & Spice

Chapter 25

A/N: Dedicated to MaxineRising XOXO

Crissy woke to soft kisses pressed to her bare back and she smiled, still hazy with sleep. She lay on her stomach, her face buried in Quinn's pillows, smelling faintly of his soap and cinnamon. Quinn's lips barely brushed against her skin, feather light and warm, as he traveled up her back, over her shoulder, and nipped at her ear.

"Morning, sweetheart," he whispered. "I can tell you're awake."

She turned over to face him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and ready for work. As she shifted, he leaned over her, bracing one hand on the bed, his other hand holding a cup of steaming coffee out to her. She accepted the coffee and kissed him lightly as her fingers drifted along his side, questing for that ticklish spot she'd found last night.

Quinn laughed and caught her wrist. "Oh no, no, no," he said. "You're not doing that again."

Crissy raised an eyebrow and set the coffee on the bedside table. "Are you going to stop me?"

"That sounds very much like a challenge."

"Good, because I meant it that way. Now get over here," she said, pulling him towards her.

Quinn smiled against her mouth and flinched away when Crissy aimed for his ribs again, catching hold of both wrists this time and pinning her arms above her head.

"Now that's more like it," he said.

Crissy grinned and pressed her hips up, feeling the already rigid length of him straining against the front of his pants. He sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth.

"No fair," he growled. "I really have to go to work now. Do not do this to me."

She giggled and scraped her teeth over his bottom lip, drawing a small strangled noise for mercy from Quinn, encouraging her even more.

Somewhere in the dimly lit room, Crissy heard her phone go off. She ignored it, hooking one leg around Quinn's waist and tugging him closer to her.

"You should get that," he said, pushing her hip back down to the mattress again. "And I should go to work."

He leaned in for a final kiss and just as Crissy tipped her mouth up to meet his, he pulled away with a smirk.

"Mean," she grumbled, searching around on the floor for clothing. She found one of Quinn's shirts sticking out of a nearby box and pulled it on. Quinn moved into the kitchen, physically distancing himself from her, as she rummaged around in her discarded clothes for her phone.

A text from Amy popped up on the screen.

"Text me if still alive."

Crissy sent a quick, simple "yes", and turned her phone off. It was only six thirty. She still had fifteen minutes left before she had to leave to walk back to the shop. And she knew exactly what she wanted to do in those fifteen minutes.

Crissy slipped into the kitchen where Quinn was standing at the counter, sipping the last of his coffee. She slid her hands around his waist and up his chest, resting her cheek against his back.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Just Amy checking up on me."

He turned and cupped her face in one hand, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Is that my shirt?" he asked.

"Yes," she grinned. "And you're probably never getting it back."

He brushed his thumb over her chin. "Looks good on you."