[Jackpot. Quentin grins briefly against her neck before moving his attention to the additional skin she's presented for him. He doesn't even need to use his little trick of slipping into her mind to feel what she feels ("piggybacking" seemed like the most accurate, if maybe unclear description) to know how much this turns her on, which is awfully handy. He really, really wants this to be good for her, so at least he knows now that neck = awesome.
Mark her, she says? Quentin isn't a possessive kinda guy, but apparently Jinx is into that shit, which is good enough for him even if he doesn't really know what to do with "make me yours". If she wants a bunch of hickeys, though, he is more than happy to oblige. But first — get rid of some of these stupid clothes. Not all, not yet (or at all, depending on if she's ready to go all the way) but the shirts at least. Her rocking her hips against him is driving him absolutely crazy — and she'll almost definitely be able to feel how crazy — and he needs some kind of skin-on-skin contact to have any hope of maintaining his sanity and his patience.]
Shirts.
[That hurriedly mumbled word is all the explanation he cares to give for why he's pulling his hands and mouth off her, but since he immediately shucks off his t-shirt and flings it somewhere on the floor, he hopes she can figure out what he means.]
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Mark her, she says? Quentin isn't a possessive kinda guy, but apparently Jinx is into that shit, which is good enough for him even if he doesn't really know what to do with "make me yours". If she wants a bunch of hickeys, though, he is more than happy to oblige. But first — get rid of some of these stupid clothes. Not all, not yet (or at all, depending on if she's ready to go all the way) but the shirts at least. Her rocking her hips against him is driving him absolutely crazy — and she'll almost definitely be able to feel how crazy — and he needs some kind of skin-on-skin contact to have any hope of maintaining his sanity and his patience.]
Shirts.
[That hurriedly mumbled word is all the explanation he cares to give for why he's pulling his hands and mouth off her, but since he immediately shucks off his t-shirt and flings it somewhere on the floor, he hopes she can figure out what he means.]